Poems by Alfred Austin
The Reply Of Q. Horatius Flaccus To A Roman "Round-Robin"
... Good friends, you urge my Odes grow trite, ...
A Rare Guest
... Though its plumes are frayed like foam, ...
"For where, beneath one's parent sky"
... Our dear ones live, our dead ones lie ...
Burnss Statue At Irvine
... Clear as her heaven-fed streams, and soaring as her hills ...
Winter Violets
... Here are sad flowers, with wintry weeping wet, ...
Hymn To Death
... Shall I see Spenser's face, and sit at Shakespeare's feet ...
Another Spring Carol
... They may build, with a love that is sure and stable, ...
A Sleepless Night
... I could hear Planet with punctual planet chiming clear, ...
"`Were I a Poet, I would dwell"
... The love that lasts through joy, through grief, ...
Lines Written On Visiting The Chateaux On The Loire
... '' V Lingering still, I sate and mused, ...
The Human Tragedy ACT I
... Farewell.'' ``I thank you,'' she replied, ``for your kind note, ...
An Experiment In Translation
... Cool grots, and shimmering pools, and shady groves, ...
Nocturnal Vigils
... And glorious dreamings, shrouded now from sight, ...
A Night In June
... From each flower and leaf that blows ...
Awake! Awake!
... ``And the swain and his sweet in the love-lanes meet, ...
