Author: Alfred Austin

SHE wanders in the April woods, That glisten with the fallen shower; She leans her face against the buds, She […]

HERE’S to him that grows it, Drink, lads, drink! That lays it in and mows it, Clink, jugs, clink! To […]

LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The […]

Now do I know that Love is blind, for I Can see no beauty on this beauteous earth, No life, […]