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Alfred Austin said, Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are.

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Alfred Austin
Age: 78 †
Born: 1835
Born: May 30
Died: 1913
Died: June 2
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Faded smiles oft linger in the face, While grief's first flakes fall silent on the heart!
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The bright incarnate spirit of the Morn.
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No verse which is unmusical or obscure can be regarded as poetry whatever other qualities it may possess.
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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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Perhaps a maiden's bashfulness is more A matron's lesson than our lips aver.
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We come from the earth, we return to the earth, and in between we garden.
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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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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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Life seems like a haunted wood, where we tremble and crouch and cry.
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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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Imagination in poetry, as distinguished from mere fancy is the transfiguring of the real or actual to the ideal.
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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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Pale January lay In its cradle day by day Dead or living, hard to say.
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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. Share the botanical bliss of gardeners through the ages, who have cultivated philosophies to apply to their own - and our own - lives: Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are.
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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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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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Is life worth living? Yes, so long as there is wrong to right. So long as faith with freedom reigns and loyal hope survives, And gracious charity remains to leaven lowly lives While there is only one untrodden tract for intellect or will, And men are free to think and act, Life is worth living still.
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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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