Poems by Alfred Austin
Madonna
... You, with the fresh-plucked roses in your hand, ...
The Passing Of The Century
... Do you fathom her thoughts, can you guess her goal, ...
If I To You But Sorry Bring
... Would pierce the sod, would cleave the wave, ...
How Florence Rings Her Bells
... And, with threat for threat, and with gird for gird, ...
The SpringTime, O The Spring--Time
... When we close up the crannies and shut out the cold, ...
If They Dare!
... Lone as God! Let the bandits then deride ...
Aspromonte
... That a wild steed caught and snaffled means a nation wholly baffled, ...
An April Fool
... And the thrush and the yaffel screamed, ``April Fool!'' ...
The Owl And The Lark
... How rent, but spinning still, 'twas sphered ...
Alea Jacta
... Nay, though stern Time their truth should prove, ...
"Give me October's meditative haze"
... And all is peace, peace and plump fruitfulness ...
Christmas,1870
... **********************************************above ready for slurp ...
Loves Fitfulness
... The wind might just as well reproach the vane, ...
The Aquittal Of Phryne
... Her impious tread, and, throned within their Hall, ...
"My northern blood exults to face"
... From spear-blue air and sword-blue sea, ...
