Alfred Austin
Alfred Austin
Alfred Austin DLwas an English poet who was appointed Poet Laureate in 1896, after an interval following the death of Tennyson, when the other candidates had either caused controversy or refused the honour. It was claimed that he was being rewarded for his support for the Conservative leader Lord Salisbury in the General Election of 1895. Austin’s poems are little-remembered today, his most popular work being prose idylls celebrating nature...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth30 May 1835
flower simple cities
Tis true among fields and woods I sing, Aloof from cities--that my poor strains Were born, like the simple flowers you bring, In English meadows and English lanes.
fall grief heart
Faded smiles oft linger in the face, While grief's first flakes fall silent on the heart!
song spring years
Is life worth living? Yes, so long As Spring revives the year, And hails us with the cuckoo's song, To show that she is here;
humility gardening
There is no gardening without humility
january cradle pale
Pale January lay In its cradle day by day Dead or living, hard to say.
life woods cry
Life seems like a haunted wood, where we tremble and crouch and cry.
morning spirit
The bright incarnate spirit of the Morn.
nature law purpose
Doth Nature draw me, 'tis because, Unto my seeming, there doth lurk A lawlessness about her laws, More mood than purpose in her work.
sweet nature winning
If Nature built by rule and square, Than man what wiser would she be? What wins us is her careless care, And sweet unpunctuality.
passion feet shade
We are all alike, and we love to keep passion aglow at our feet, Like one that sitteth in shade and complacently smiles at the heat.
air tree poetry
Though my verse but roam the air And murmur in the trees, You may discern a purpose there, As in music of the bees.
educational humility garden
There is no gardening without humility. Nature is constantly sending even its oldest scholars to the bottom of the class for some egregious blunder.
mistake garden society
Exclusiveness in a garden is a mistake as great as it is in society.
life feels stills
He is dead already who doth not feel Life is worth living still.