Edward George Dyson

(March 1865 - 22 August 1931 / Ballarat / Victoria / Australia)

Edward George Dyson Poems

1. The Crusaders 4/13/2010
2. Breaking It Gently 4/13/2010
3. The Auction 3/21/2012
4. The Girl I Left Behind Me 4/13/2010
5. Sister Ann 4/13/2010
6. Worked-Out Mine 1/1/2004
7. The Single-Handed Team 4/13/2010
8. The Tin-Pot Mill 4/13/2010
9. The Moralist 4/13/2010
10. Of The True Endeavour 4/13/2010
11. Repaired 4/13/2010
12. Since Nellie Came To Live Along The Creek 4/13/2010
13. The Prospectors 4/13/2010
14. The Rescue 4/13/2010
15. The Trucker 4/13/2010
16. Whose Wife 4/13/2010
17. The Common Men 4/13/2010
18. The Deserted Homestead 4/13/2010
19. The Immortal Strain 4/13/2010
20. Marshal Neigh, V.C. 4/13/2010
21. When Tommy Came Marching Home 4/13/2010
22. The Young Lieutenant 4/13/2010
23. Peter Simson's Farm 1/1/2004
24. Jonah’s Luck 4/13/2010
25. Simple Sister Goes To Sydney 4/13/2010
26. The Happy Flatite 4/13/2010
27. Mickey Mollynoo 4/13/2010
28. The Weeds 4/13/2010
29. Quits 4/13/2010
30. Stop-And-See 4/13/2010
31. The Fossicker 4/13/2010
32. The Germ 4/13/2010
33. The Unborn 4/13/2010
34. The Happy Gardeners 4/13/2010
35. The Living Picture 4/13/2010
36. Why Spring Fell Flat 4/13/2010
37. William And Bill 4/13/2010
38. Mud 4/13/2010
39. Wherefore Art Thou Romeo? 4/13/2010
40. To The Theoretical Selector 4/13/2010
Best Poem of Edward George Dyson

Cleaning Up

When the horse has been unharnessed and we've flushed the old machine,
And the water o'er the sluice is running evenly and clean;
When there's thirty load before us, and the sun is high and bright,
And we've worked from early morning and shall have to work till night,
Not a man of us is weary, though the graft is pretty rough,
If we see the proper colour showing freely through the stuff.
With a dandy head of water and a youngster at the rear
To hand along the billy, boys, and keep the tail race clear,
We lift the wash and flash the fork and make the gravel fly.
The ...

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Men Of Australia

Men of all the lands Australian from the Gulf to Derwent River,
From the Heads of Sydney Harbour to the waters of the West,
There’s a spirit loudly calling where the saplings dip and quiver,
Where the city crowds are thronging, and the range uplifts its crest!
Do ye feel the holy fervour of a new-born exultation?
For the task the Lord has set us is a trust of noblest pride—
We are named to march unblooded to the winning of a nation,
And to crown her with a glory that may everm

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