Poems by Alfred Austin
To Arms! (II)
... ``From shimmering plain and snow-fed stream, ...
Shelleys Death
... Oh! this blots out the heavens, and makes mere living vile! ...
December Matins
... Though the winds bluster, and the branches splinter, ...
Sweet Love Is Dead
... O'er the grave where the ground-worms riot ...
My Winter Rose
... And the rose outbloomed would have blushed to blush, ...
At Shelleys Grave
... 'Spite smiling tyrant, crouching slave, ...
"Beyond the pasture's withered bents "
... And sheaves of wheat, like weathered tents, ...
Off Mesolongi
... And, ere your feet could reach the field, ...
"`If you were mine, if you were mine"
... For, with your hand soft-clasped in mine, ...
The Wind Speaks
... ``There is never an eye that hath seen my helm, ...
The White Pall Of Peace
... Underneath turf, cross, and stone ...
Impromptu: To Frances Garnet Wolseley
... Handing down the gifts you bring them, ...
By The Fates
... Am I thine? Will you leave me to faint and to fall, ...
The Death Of Huss
... You could hear the twigs crackle and sputter the flesh, ...
Gleaners Of Fame
... Long since were stored round many a household name, ...
