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Life seems like a haunted wood, where we tremble and crouch and cry.

Alfred Austin

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Alfred Austin
Age: 78 †
Born: 1835
Born: May 30
Died: 1913
Died: June 2
Journalist
Novelist
Poet
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Haunted
Wood
Woods
Cry
Seems
Life
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Crouch
Tremble

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Exclusiveness in a garden is a mistake as great as it is in society.
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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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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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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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Imagination in poetry, as distinguished from mere fancy is the transfiguring of the real or actual to the ideal.
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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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Perhaps a maiden's bashfulness is more A matron's lesson than our lips aver.
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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.
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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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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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Tears are summer showers to the soul.
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We come from the earth, we return to the earth, and in between we garden.
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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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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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No one can rightly call his garden his own unless he himself made it.
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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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No verse which is unmusical or obscure can be regarded as poetry whatever other qualities it may possess.
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Alfred Austin said, Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are.
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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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