We come from the earth, we return to the earth, and in between we garden. — Alfred Austin Copy Share Image
No one can rightly call his garden his own unless he himself made it. — Alfred Austin Copy Share Image
Exclusiveness in a garden is a mistake as great as it is in society. — Alfred Austin Copy Share Image
There is no gardening without humility. Nature is constantly sending even its oldest scholars to the bottom of the class for some… — Alfred Austin Copy Share Image
The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed… — Alfred Austin Copy Share Image
Alfred Austin said, "Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are." — Alfred Austin Copy Share Image
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… — Alfred Austin Copy Share Image
Tis true among fields and woods I sing, Aloof from cities--that my poor strains Were born, like the simple flowers you bring,… — Alfred Austin Copy Share Image
The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed… — Alfred Austin Copy Share Image
The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed… — Alfred Austin Copy Share Image
The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed not just… — Alfred Austin Copy Share
Through the dripping weeks that follow One another slow, and soak Summer's extinguished fire and autumn's drifting smoke. — Alfred Austin Copy Share
Falling stars are high examples sent To warn, not lure. Gross fancy says they are Substantial meteors; but that is not so. They are… — Alfred Austin Copy Share
No verse which is unmusical or obscure can be regarded as poetry whatever other qualities it may possess. — Alfred Austin Copy Share
My virgin sense of sound was steeped In the music of young streams; And roses through the casement peeped, And scented all my dreams. — Alfred Austin Copy Share
Public opinion is no more than this: what people think that other people think. — Alfred Austin Copy Share
Is life worth living? Yes, so long as there is wrong to right. So long as faith with freedom reigns and loyal hope survives,… — Alfred Austin Copy Share
Though my verse but roam the air And murmur in the trees, You may discern a purpose there, As in music of the bees. — Alfred Austin Copy Share
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… — Alfred Austin Copy Share
