Content Written Off Ithica poem – Alfred Austin
I could not find the little maid Content, So out I rushed, and sought her far and wide; But not where Pleasure each new fancy tried, Heading the maze of reeling merriment, Nor where, with restless eyes and bow half bent, Love in a brake of sweetbrier smiled and sighed, Nor yet where Fame […]
Chi È? poem – Alfred Austin
When for a buonamano Cometh, at break of day, Knock at the terzo piano, A little voice answers, Chi è? “I, the facchino, awaiting The bounty of cara lei.” She droppeth a paul through the grating, And silently steals away. When, with a long low mumble Of lips that appear to pray, There cometh […]
By The Fates poem – Alfred Austin
By the fates that have fastened our life, By the distance that holds us apart, By our passion, its sweetness, its strife, By the longing and ache of the heart; By our meeting, our parting, our pain When meeting and parting are o’er,- Take me hence to where once I have lain, Ere I […]
Burns’s Statue At Irvine poem – Alfred Austin
Yes! let His place be there! Where the lone moorland gazes on the sea, Not in the squalid street nor pompous square: So that he again may be From contamination free, His pedestal the plain, his canopy the air! There leave him all alone! Too much, too long, he herded with his kind, Lured […]
“Beyond the pasture’s withered bents ” poem – Alfred Austin
Beyond the pasture’s withered bents, Upstanding hop, recumbent fleece, And sheaves of wheat, like weathered tents, A twilight bivouac of peace. Alfred AustinAlfred Austin (1835 – 1913) was an English journalist and a poet who was appointed Poet Laureate in 1896, after an interval following the death of Tennyson, when the other candidates […]
Before, Behind, And Beyond poem – Alfred Austin
O the sunny days before us, before us, before us, When all was bright From holt to height, And the heavens were shining o’er us; When sound and scent, with vision blent, Wingèd Hope, and perched Content, Joys that came, and ills that went, Seemed singing all in chorus. O the dreary days behind […]
“Because I failed, shall I asperse the End” poem – Alfred Austin
Because I failed, shall I asperse the End With scorn or doubt, my failure to excuse; ‘Gainst arduous Truth my feeble falseness use, Like that worst foe, a vain splenetic friend? Deem’st thou, self-amorous fool, the High will bend If that thy utmost stature prove too small? Though thou be dwarf, some other is […]
At Vaucluse poem – Alfred Austin
By Avignon’s dismantled walls, Where cloudless mid-March sunshine falls, Rhone, through broad belts of green, Flecked with the light of almond groves, Upon itself reverting, roves Reluctant from the scene. Yet from stern moat and storied tower, From sprouting vine, from spreading flower, My footsteps cannot choose But turn aside, as though some friend […]
At The Lattice poem – Alfred Austin
Behind the curtain, With glance uncertain, Peeps pet Florence as I gaily ride; Half demurely, But, though purely, Most, most surely Wishing she were riding, riding by my side. In leafy alleys, Where sunlight dallies, Pleasant were it, bonnie, to be riding rein by rein; And where summer tosses, All about in bosses, Velvet […]
At The Gate Of The Convent poem – Alfred Austin
Beside the Convent Gate I stood, Lingering to take farewell of those To whom I owed the simple good Of three days’ peace, three nights’ repose. My sumpter-mule did blink and blink; Was nothing more to munch or quaff; Antonio, far too wise to think, Leaned vacantly upon his staff. It was the childhood […]
At Shelley’s House At Lerici poem – Alfred Austin
Maiden, with English hair, and eyes The colour of Italian skies, What seek you by this shore? “I seek, sir, for the latest home Where Shelley dwelt, and, o’er the foam Speeding, returned no more.” Come, then, with me: I seek it, too. Are you his kith? For strangely you Resemble him in mien. […]
At Shelley’s Grave poem – Alfred Austin
Beneath this marble, mute of praise, Is hushed the heart of One Who, whilst it beat, had eagle’s gaze To stare upon the sun. Equal in flight To any height, He lies where they that crawl but come, Sleeping most sound,-Cor Cordium. No rippling notes announcing spring, No bloom-evoking breeze, No fleecy clouds that […]
At San Giovanni Del Lago poem – Alfred Austin
I leaned upon the rustic bridge, And watched the streamlet make Its chattering way past zigzag ridge Down to the silent lake. The sunlight flickered on the wave, Lay quiet on the hill; Italian sunshine, bright and brave, Though ’twas but April still. I heard the distant shepherd’s shout, I heard the fisher’s call; […]
A Woman’s Apology poem – Alfred Austin
In the green darkness of a summer wood, Wherethro’ ran winding ways, a lady stood, Carved from the air in curving womanhood. A maiden’s form crowned by a matron’s mien, As, about Lammas, wheat-stems may be seen, The ear all golden, but the stalk still green. There as she stood, waiting for sight or […]
A Wintry Picture poem – Alfred Austin
Now where the bare sky spans the landscape bare, Up long brown fallows creeps the slow brown team, Scattering the seed-corn that must sleep and dream, Till by Spring’s carillon awakened there. Ruffling the tangles of his thicket hair, The stripling yokel steadies now the beam, Now strides erect with cheeks that glow and […]
A Wintry Picture (II) poem – Alfred Austin
Now in the woodlands from the creaking boughs The last sere leaves are loosened and unstrung, Where once the tender honeysuckle clung, And the fond mavis fluted to his spouse. Already dreaming of her winter drowse, And brooding dimly on her unborn young, The dormouse rakes the beechmast, and among The matted roots the […]
A Wild Rose poem – Alfred Austin
The first wild rose in wayside hedge, This year I wandering see, I pluck, and send it as a pledge, My own Wild Rose, to Thee. For when my gaze first met thy gaze, We were knee-deep in June: The nights were only dreamier days, And all the hours in tune. I found thee, […]
A Voice From The West poem – Alfred Austin
What is the voice I hear On the wind of the Western Sea? Sentinel, listen from out Cape Clear And say what the voice may be. “’Tis a proud, free people calling loud to a people proud and free. “And it says to them, `Kinsmen, hail! We severed have been too long. Now let […]
A Twilight Song poem – Alfred Austin
Why, rapturous bird, though shades of night Muffle the leaves and swathe the lawn, Singest thou still with all thy might, As though ’twere noon, as though ’twere dawn? Silence darkens on vale and hill, But thou, unseen, art singing still. ‘Tis because, though in dusky bower, With love delighted still thou art; Nor […]
A Tusculan Question poem – Alfred Austin
One day as on an ass I rode, By many a twisting gully, To where once stood the famed abode Of philosophic Tully, A shepherd lad with hat aslouch Was singing to his flock O; I pulled my money from my pouch, And chucked him a baiocco. A moment gone, and with his psalm […]
The Haymakers’ Song poem – Alfred Austin
HERE’S to him that grows it, Drink, lads, drink! That lays it in and mows it, Clink, jugs, clink! To him that mows and makes it, That scatters it and shakes it, That turns, and teds, and rakes it, Clink, jugs, clink! Now here ’s to him that stacks it, Drink, lads, drink! That […]
Love’s Blindness poem – Alfred Austin
Now do I know that Love is blind, for I Can see no beauty on this beauteous earth, No life, no light, no hopefulness, no mirth, Pleasure nor purpose, when thou art not nigh. Thy absence exiles sunshine from the sky, Seres Spring’s maturity, checks Summer’s birth, Leaves linnet’s pipe as sad as plover’s cry, […]
At Her Grave poem – Alfred Austin
Lo, here among the rest you sleep, As though no difference were ‘Twixt them and you, more wide, more deep, Than such as fondness loves to keep Round each lone sepulchre. Yet they but human, you divine, Warmed by that heavenly breath, Which, when ephemeral lights decline, Like lamp before nocturnal shrine, Still burneth […]
At Delphi poem – Alfred Austin
I Apollo! Apollo! Apollo! II Where hast thou, Apollo, gone? I have wandered on and on, Through the shaggy Dorian gorges, Down from where Parnassus forges Thunder for the Phocian valleys; Where the Pleistus springs and sallies Past ravines and caverns dread, Have, like it, meanderëd; But I cannot see thee, hear thee, Find […]
As Dies The Year poem – Alfred Austin
The Old Year knocks at the farmhouse door. October, come with your matron gaze, From the fruit you are storing for winter days, And prop him up on the granary floor, Where the straw lies threshed and the corn stands heaped: Let him eat of the bread he reaped; He is feeble and faint, […]
Any Poet At Any Time poem – Alfred Austin
Time, thou supreme inexorable Judge, Whom none can bribe, and none can overawe, Who unto party rancour, private grudge, Calmly opposeth equitable law, Before whom advocacy vainly strives To make the better cause to seem the worse, To thy Tribunal, when our jangling lives Are husht, I leave the verdict on my verse. Irrevocably […]
An Experiment In Translation poem – Alfred Austin
Blest husbandmen! if they but knew their bliss! For whom, from war remote, fair-minded Earth Teems, to light toil, with ready sustenance. What though from splendid palace streams at dawn No servile train, gaping at inlaid gates, Corinthian bronzes, garments tricked with gold; What though for them no snow-white wool be stained By Eastern […]
An Autumn Picture poem – Alfred Austin
Now round red roofs stand russet stacks arow: Homeward from gleaning in the stubbly wheat, High overhead the harsh rook saileth slow, And cupless acorns crackle ‘neath your feet. No breeze, no breath, veereth the oasthouse hoods, Whence the faint smoke floats fragrantly away; And, in the distance, the half-hazy woods Glow with the […]
An Autumn Homily poem – Alfred Austin
Here let us sit beneath this oak, and hear The acorns fitfully fall one by one, The final harvest of the fading year Now Summer eves and Autumn days are done. The orchard rows stand desolate and bare, Even the mellow quince is gathered now; The furrow yields the sickle to the share, And […]
An Autumn-Blooming Rose poem – Alfred Austin
I found, and plucked, an autumn-blooming rose, And shut my eyes, and scented all its savour: When lo! as in the month the blackthorn blows, Lambs ‘gan to bleat, and merle and lark to quaver. Flower of my life! inestimably dear, Now that its calendar wanes sere and sober, To me your freshness, turning […]
An April Love poem – Alfred Austin
Nay, be not June, nor yet December, dear, But April always, as I find thee now: A constant freshness unto me be thou, And not the ripeness that must soon be sere. Why should I be Time’s dupe, and wish more near The sobering harvest of thy vernal vow? I am content, so still […]
An April Fool poem – Alfred Austin
I sallied afield when the bud first swells, And the sun first slanteth hotly, And I came on a yokel in cap and bells, And a suit of saffron motley. He was squat on a bank where a self-taught stream, Fingering flint and pebble, Was playing in tune to the yaffel’s scream, And the […]
An Answer poem – Alfred Austin
Come, let us go into the lane, love mine, And mark and gather what the Autumn grows: The creamy elder mellowed into wine, The russet hip that was the pink-white rose; The amber woodbine into rubies turned, The blackberry that was the bramble born; Nor let the seeded clematis be spurned, Nor pearls, that […]
“Although no stupid scoffer, I” poem – Alfred Austin
Although no stupid scoffer, I Am wholly at a loss To apprehend the reason why You kiss Lorenzo’s Cross. For though indeed a hundred days’ Indulgence thus you win, There does not move a lip but says That you did never sin. Ha! but I did not read the whole. I see it now; […]
All Hail To The Czar! poem – Alfred Austin
All hail to the Czar! By the fringe of the foam That thunders, untamed, around Albion’s shore, See multitudes throng, dense as sea-birds whose home Is betwixt the deaf rocks and the ocean’s mad roar; And across the ridged waters stand straining their eyes For a glimpse of the Eagle that comes from afar: […]
Alfred’s Song poem – Alfred Austin
In the Beginning when, out of darkness, The Earth, the Heaven, The stars, the seasons, The mighty mainland, And whale-ploughed water, By God the Maker Were formed and fashioned, Then God made England. He made it shapely, With land-locked inlets, And gray-green nesses; With rivers roaming From fair-leafed forests Through windless valleys, Past plain […]
A Te Deum poem – Alfred Austin
Now let me praise the Lord, The Lord, the Maker of all! I will praise Him on timbrel and chord; Will praise Him, whatever befall. For the Heavens are His, and the Earth, His are the wind and the wave; His the begetting, the birth, And His the jaws of the grave. ‘Tis He […]
A Tale Of True Love poem – Alfred Austin
Not in the mist of legendary ages, Which in sad moments men call long ago, And people with bards, heroes, saints, and sages, And virtues vanished, since we do not know, But here to-day wherein we all grow old, But only we, this Tale of True Love will be told. For Earth to tender […]
A Spring Carol poem – Alfred Austin
I Blithe friend! blithe throstle! Is it thou, Whom I at last again hear sing, Perched on thy old accustomed bough, Poet-prophet of the Spring? Yes! Singing as thou oft hast sung, I can see thee there among The clustered branches of my leafless oak; Where, thy plumage gray as it, Thou mightst unsuspected […]
A Souless Singer poem – Alfred Austin
Hail! throstle, by thy ringing voice descried, Not by the wanderings of the tuneless wing! Now once again where forkëd boughs divide, Lost in green leafage thou dost perch and sing: Trilling, shrilling, far and wide, “It is Spring.” Thy matins peal long ere the rosy dawn Unfolds its hull and burgeons into light; […]