Poems by Alfred Austin
At San Giovanni Del Lago
... She danced, she skipped, she kissed ``good-bye,'' ...
The Last Redoubt
... And the rifles were clutched and the bayonets lowered, ...
Leszko The Bastard
... Where the trunks seemed ghosts, and the big boughs stood ...
"'Tis because, though in dusky bower"
... Thou lovest; and, loving, dost prolong ...
Wordsworth At Dove Cottage
... 'Twas here you tilled the ground, 'twas here ...
Sacred And Profane Love
... They from their graves the World's course still forecast, ...
Three Sonnets Written In Mid-Channel
... III And can it be,-when Heaven this deep moat made, ...
To Ireland
... Long as your warm heart beats, long as your bright eyes glow ...
Henry Bartle Edward Frere
... Therefore, great soul, sleep sound where you are laid, ...
To Arms!
... Yes! the spring will come back, and unbar you the ocean, ...
A March Minstrel
... Let the bullace bide till frosts have ceased, ...
A Wild Rose
... And, from that hour, thy smile hath been ...
Who Would Not Die For England!
... Let me go, Go where they go, Her world-researching race, ...
Ave Maria
... Ave Maria! When the meads grew saffron, the hawthorn white, ...
"My soul is sunk in all--suffusing shame"
... My own land's most-is not what it hath been ...
