Edward George Dyson
Edward George Dyson Poems
- The Church Bells The Viennese authorities have melted down ...
- The Old Whim Horse He's an old grey horse, with his head ...
- Cleaning Up When the horse has been unharnessed and we've ...
- Australia Australia, my native land, A stirring whisper in ...
- Billy Khaki Marching somewhat out of order when the band is...
- A Poor Joke ‘NO, you can’t count me in, boys; I’m off ...
- Men Of Australia Men of all the lands Australian from the ...
Edward George Dyson was an Australian poet, journalist and short story writer.
He was born at Morrisons near Ballarat in March 1865. His father, George Dyson, arrived in Australia in 1852 and after working on various diggings became a mining engineer, his mother came from a life of refinement in England. The family led a roving life during Dyson's childhood, moving successively to Alfredton, Bendigo, Ballarat and Alfredton again.
Unconsciously the boy was storing for future use the life of the miners, farmers and bushmen, among whom he lived. At 12 he began to work as an assistant to a travelling draper, after that was a whimboy in a mine, and for two or three years an ... more »
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The Church Bells
The Viennese authorities have melted down
the great bell in St. Stephen's to supply metal
for guns or muntions. Every poor village
has made a similar gift.—Lokal Anzeiger.
The great bell booms across the town,
Reverberant and slow,
And drifting from their houses down
The calm-eyed people go.
Their feet fall on the portal stones
Their fathers' fathers trod;
And still the bell, with reverent tones,
From cottage nooks and purple thrones
Is calling souls to God.
The chapel bells with ardor spake
Above the poplars tall,