Top 34 Alfred Austin Quotes
#1. No one can rightly call his garden his own unless he himself made it.
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#2. There is no gardening without humility. Nature is constantly sending even its oldest scholars to the bottom of the class for some egregious blunder.
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#3. Where has thou been all the dumb winter days When neither sunlight was nor smile of flowers, Neither life, nor love, nor frolic, Only expanse melancholic, With never a note of thy exhilarating lays?
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#4. My virgin sense of sound was steeped In the music of young streams; And roses through the casement peeped, And scented all my dreams.
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#5. Falling stars are high examples sent To warn, not lure. Gross fancy says they are Substantial meteors; but that is not so. They are the merest phantasies of Night, When she's asleep, and, dimly visited By past effects, she dreams of Lucifer Hurled out of Heaven.
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#6. Thought, stumbling, plods Past fallen temples, vanished gods, Altars unincensed, fanes undecked, Eternal systems flown or wrecked; Through trackless centuries that grant To the poor trudge refreshment scant, Age after age, pants on to find A melting mirage of the mind.
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#8. If Nature built by rule and square, Than man what wiser would she be? What wins us is her careless care, And sweet unpunctuality.
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#9. A garden that one makes oneself becomes associated with one's personal history and that of one's friends, interwoven with one's tastes, preferences and character and constitutes a sort of unwritten autobiography.
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#10. We come from the earth, we return to the earth,
and in between we garden.
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#11. In my song you catch at times Note sweeter far than mine, And in the tangle of my rhymes Can scent the eglantine.
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#12. Through the dripping weeks that follow One another slow, and soak Summer's extinguished fire and autumn's drifting smoke.
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#13. So, timely you came, and well you chose, You came when most needed, my winter rose. From the snow I pluck you, and fondly press Your leaves 'twixt the leaves of my leaflessness.
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#14. Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are.
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#16. Perhaps a maiden's bashfulness is more A matron's lesson than our lips aver.
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#17. 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.
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#18. 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.
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#19. Imagination in poetry, as distinguished from mere fancy is the transfiguring of the real or actual to the ideal.
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#20. 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;
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#21. No verse which is unmusical or obscure can be regarded as poetry whatever other qualities it may possess.
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#22. Have you never, when waves were breaking, watched children at sport on the beach, With their little feet tempting the foam-fringe, till with stronger and further reach Than they dreamed of, a billow comes bursting, how they turn and scamper and screech!
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#23. In vain would science scan and trace Firmly her aspect. All the while, There gleams upon her far-off face A vague unfathomable smile.
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#24. Exclusiveness in a garden is a mistake as great as it is in society.
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#25. From sunny woof and cloudy weft Fell rain in sheets; so, to myself I hummed these hazard rhymes, and left The learned volume on the shelf.
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#26. Life seems like a haunted wood, where we tremble and crouch and cry.
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#27. Pale January lay
In its cradle day by day
Dead or living, hard to say.
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#28. The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed not just on the body, but the soul.
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#29. He is dead already who doth not feel Life is worth living still.
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#30. Doth Nature draw me, 'tis because, Unto my seeming, there doth lurk A lawlessness about her laws, More mood than purpose in her work.
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#31. Though my verse but roam the air And murmur in the trees, You may discern a purpose there, As in music of the bees.
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#32. Public opinion is no more than this: what people think that other people think.
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#33. Faded smiles oft linger in the face, While grief's first flakes fall silent on the heart!
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#34. When held up to the window pane, What fixed my baby stare? The glory of the glittering rain, And newness everywhere.
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