Alfred Austin (Альфред Остин)

Winter Violets

Here are sad flowers, with wintry weeping wet,
Dews of the dark that drench the violet.
Thus over Her, whom death yet more endears,
Nature and Man together blend their tears. 

1. Why England Is Conservative
2. Wardens Of The Wave
3. Primacy of Mind
4. The Death Of Huss
5. Wordsworth At Dove Cottage

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