55 Quotes by Alfred Austin

When held up to the window pane, What fixed my baby stare? The glory of the glittering rain, And newness everywhere.

Through the dripping weeks that follow One another slow, and soak Summer's extinguished fire and autumn's drifting smoke.

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.

Faded smiles oft linger in the face, While grief's first flakes fall silent on the heart!

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;

There is no gardening without humility

Pale January lay In its cradle day by day Dead or living, hard to say.

Life seems like a haunted wood, where we tremble and crouch and cry.

The bright incarnate spirit of the Morn.