Poems by Alfred Austin
In Praise Of England
... At work she smiles, through play she sings, ...
A Florilegium
... III Which are loveliest, lilies dight ...
"Take not the Gods to task, for they are wise"
... Thou canst but know, with all thy bursting sighs, ...
Blanche
... Which shelters what is left me of lost Blanche of mine! ...
Longing
... '' But the nightingale goes when the swallow comes, ere the leaf is the blossom fled ...
Give Me Thy Heart
... Thou still Love's burning thirst wouldst slake, ...
The Silent Muse
... Of things that soar, of things that crawl, ...
Love Of Life
... Pursue with homeward step your journey to the skies ...
A Reply To A Pessimist
... Bridging Time's stream with life's commanding span, ...
"Because I failed, shall I asperse the End"
... Deem'st thou, self-amorous fool, the High will bend ...
John Everett Millais
... Look, 'twixt gray boulders fringed with fern, ...
Grata Juventas
... Grasp that I hardly meant for such ...
The Lovers Song
... And stamp their feet, and chafe their hands, ...
On Returning To England
... How should strange lands, it boots not where, ...
Outside The Village Church
... The rooks Had ceased to float, had ceased to caw ...
