Poems by Alfred Austin
An Autumn Homily
... And through the heart the vernal sap still flows, ...
Nughtingale And Cuckoo
... for ye twain Are emblems of the rapture and the pain ...
A Birthday
... And still stretch feeble hands to clutch ...
The Dregs Of Love
... Flame toward the sky and flush Heaven's self with light, ...
Why England Is Conservative
... Round which Death, slumbering, dreamlike heaves and swells ...
GrandmotherÂ’s Teaching
... They say that the moon, though she moves round the earth, never turns to him morning or night ...
Messalina
... Who, robbed while scarce a four-year's bride, ...
At Her Grave
... Yes, Spring brings back the birds of Spring, ...
Polyphemus
... '' ACIS ``Wake, Galatea, now wake from your dreaming! ...
A Point Of Honour
... ``They never would know, they would cluster round, they would drag me in through the door, ...
The Passing Of The Primroses
... We were stretched on the grass when the cuckoo's voice ...
Victoria
... ``Their thoughts shall be my thoughts, their aim my aim, ...
Primroses
... But when doubt and fear are fled, ...
Brother Benedict
... Benedicite. 'Gainst the trunk of a beech, round, smooth, and gray, ...
A Question Answered
... ``Tell me,'' I cried, ``glad songster, why ...
