Dorothea Mackellar

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Dorothea Mackellar Biography

Isobel Marion Dorothea Mackellar was an Australian poet and fiction writer.

Life and Works

The only daughter of noted physician and parliamentarian Sir Charles Mackellar, she was born in Sydney in 1885. Although raised in a professional urban family, Mackellar's poetry is usually regarded as quintessential bush poetry, inspired by her experience on her brothers' farms near Gunnedah, North-West New South Wales.

Her best-known poem is My Country, written at age 19 while homesick in England, and first published in the London Spectator in 1908 under the title Core of My Heart. The second stanza of this poem is amongst the most well-known in Australia. Four volumes of her collected verse were published: The Closed Door (published in 1911, contained the first appearance of My Cou ...

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Harry 24 February 2018

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L?°??`???????????????? 27 March 2018

its a great peom wish she was still alive

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Kayla Jones 24 February 2018

Her life is so interesting!

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Naomi Smith 24 February 2018

I really like her poem The Dreamer it's so mysterious! ??

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Vristi 24 March 2018

Dorothea i love your poems

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Craig Mackellar 06 November 2020

I am in awe of my cousin

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The Best Poem Of Dorothea Mackellar

Fire

This life that we call our own
Is neither strong nor free;
A flame in the wind of death,
It trembles ceaselessly.

And this all we can do
To use our little light
Before, in the piercing wind,
It flickers into night:

To yield the heat of the flame,
To grudge not, but to give
Whatever we have of strength,
That one more flame may live.

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