55 Quotes by Alfred Austin

Tears are Summer showers to the soul.

The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed not just the body, but the soul.

To nurture a garden is to feed not just on the body, but the soul.

Good-night! Now dwindle down and low / The embers of the afterglow, / And slowly over leaf and lawn / In twilight's dewy curtain drawn.

Forsaken love, its last tear shed, / On the lone pillow lays its head, / And all our woes are respited: / Good-night!

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

Singing is such sweet comfort, who, if he could sing the whole year through.

Why you thus welcomed to the height of mistrelsy and mirth.

Fleshless skull from fleshless skull, / Arrogant from beautiful; / Nameless relics of a name:- / I alone abide the same.'