George Essex Evans

(18 June 1863 – 10 November 1909 / London, England)

George Essex Evans Poems

1. The Women Of The West 1/4/2003
2. A Nocturne 1/4/2003
3. A Pastoral 1/4/2003
4. Eland’s River 4/13/2010
5. An Australian Symphony 1/4/2003
6. By The Sea 4/13/2010
7. Failure 4/13/2010
8. At The Base Hospital 4/13/2010
9. John Farrell 4/13/2010
10. Brunton Stephens 4/13/2010
11. The Nation Builders 4/13/2010
12. Lux In Tenebris 4/13/2010
13. A Federal Song 4/13/2010
14. In Collins Street 4/13/2010
15. Australia 4/13/2010
16. A Drought Idyll 4/13/2010
17. Auri Sacra Fames 4/13/2010
18. A Vision Of Christ 4/13/2010
19. Adrift: A Brisbane River Reverie 4/13/2010
20. A Commonplace Song 4/13/2010
21. Cymru 4/13/2010
22. From Loraine 4/13/2010
23. Altiora Peto 4/13/2010
24. In A Garden 4/13/2010
25. Kara 4/13/2010
26. A Grave By The Sea 4/13/2010
27. The Secret Key 4/13/2010
28. The Plains 4/13/2010
29. Ad Astra 4/13/2010
30. Loraine 4/13/2010
31. The Doves Of Venus 4/13/2010
32. The Dream Star 4/13/2010
33. The Spirit Of Poetry 4/13/2010
34. To The Irish Dead 4/13/2010
35. The Wheels Of The System 4/13/2010
36. The Average Man 4/13/2010
37. On The Plains 1/1/2004
38. The Crown Of Empire 4/13/2010
39. Out Of The Silence 4/13/2010
40. Riches 4/13/2010
Best Poem of George Essex Evans

The Women Of The West

They left the vine-wreathed cottage and the mansion on the hill,
The houses in the busy streets where life is never still,
The pleasures of the city, and the friends they cherished best:
For love they faced the wilderness -- the Women of the West.

The roar, and rush, and fever of the city died away,
And the old-time joys and faces -- they were gone for many a day;
In their place the lurching coach-wheel, or the creaking bullock chains,
O'er the everlasting sameness of the never-ending plains.

In the slab-built, zinc-roofed homestead of some lately taken ...

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An Australian Symphony

Not as the songs of other lands
   Her song shall be
Where dim Her purple shore-line stands
   Above the sea!
As erst she stood, she stands alone;
Her inspiration is her own.
From sunlit plains to mangrove strands
Not as the songs of other lands
   Her song shall be.

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