George Essex Evans

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

George Essex Evans Poems

41. Cymru 4/13/2010
42. A Vision Of Christ 4/13/2010
43. Adrift: A Brisbane River Reverie 4/13/2010
44. Auri Sacra Fames 4/13/2010
45. A Commonplace Song 4/13/2010
46. A Drought Idyll 4/13/2010
47. Australia 4/13/2010
48. In Collins Street 4/13/2010
49. A Federal Song 4/13/2010
50. Lux In Tenebris 4/13/2010
51. The Nation Builders 4/13/2010
52. Brunton Stephens 4/13/2010
53. John Farrell 4/13/2010
54. At The Base Hospital 4/13/2010
55. By The Sea 4/13/2010
56. Failure 4/13/2010
57. An Australian Symphony 1/4/2003
58. Eland’s River 4/13/2010
59. A Pastoral 1/4/2003
60. A Nocturne 1/4/2003
61. A Grave By The Sea 4/13/2010
62. The Women Of The West 1/4/2003
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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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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-e

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