Alfred Austin

Although No Stupid Scoffer

A Spring Carol

A Voice From The West

Who Would Not Die For England!

When Runnels Began To Leap And Sing

The Passing Of The Century

Time’s Defence

A Sleepless Night

Three Sonnets Written In Mid-Channel

The White Pall Of Peace

Vis Medicatrix Naturae

The Passing Of The Primroses

My Winter Rose

The Smiling Slopes With Olive Groves Bedecked

Were I A Poet, I Would Dwell

My Soul Is Sunk In All-Suffusing Shame

Why Should I, From This Long And Losing Strife

A Te Deum

A Twilight Song

A Wintry Picture

A Wintry Picture (Ii)

A Shakespeare Memorial

The Reply Of Q. Horatius Flaccus To A Roman

To Ireland

To Arms! (Ii)

To Ellen Terry

The Dance At Darmstadt

Lady Mabel

A Tale Of True Love

The Flower, Full Blown, Now Bends The Stalk, Now Breaks

The Lark Confinèd In His Cage

Aspromonte

Look Up, Desponding Hearts! See, Morning Sallies

The Death Of Huss

Victoria

Brother Benedict

Burns’s Statue At Irvine

My Northern Blood Exults To Face

To Alfred Tennyson

The Last Redoubt

Love’s Fitfulness

Resignation

Since We Must Die

The Evening Light

Content Written Off Ithaca

Beatrice

At San Giovanni Del Lago

Any Poet At Any Time

An Autumn Homily

All Hail To The Czar!

Henry Bartle Edward Frere

Take Not The Gods To Task, For They Are Wise

Know, Nature, Like The Cuckoo, Laughs At Law

Shepherd Swains That Feed Your Flocks

Pax Britannica

How Florence Rings Her Bells

Inflexible As Fate

Leszko The Bastard

Let The Weary World Go Round

Sweet Love Is Dead