Ethel Turner was an Australian novelist and children's writer.
Ethel Turner was born in Doncaster, Yorkshire, England on 24th January, 1872. She migrated to Australia with her widowed mother, older sister Lilian and step sister, Jeannie in 1880.
Educated at Sydney Girls’ High School, she and Lilian wrote stories and edited magazines - first the Iris and then the Parthenon. The Parthenon came out monthly and sold for sixpence a copy, generally selling about 1500 copies per month. Both sisters used pseudonyms to give the impression that the various sections of the magazine were written by a number of contributors, whilst in reality the two sisters ... more »
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Ethel Turner Poems
A Boat on the Sea
A BOAT on the sea, my boat, Eager and frail! Sweet skies, smile as you look On that fairy sail.
Where does the Winter go?
There goes the Winter, sulkily slinking Somewhere behind the trees on the hill. He caught a vision of sweet Spring prinking In green before her mirror---the rill.
A Christ-child Day in Australia
A COPPER concave of a sky Hangs high above my head. Vague thunder sullenly goes by With dragging, muffled tread.
A Trembling Star
"There is my little trembling star," she said. I looked; once more The tender sea had put the sun to bed, And heaven's floor
`Oh, if that Rainbow up there!'
Oh, if that rainbow up there, Spanning the sky past the hill, Slenderly, tenderly fair Shining with colours that thrill,
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
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(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
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(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
A Boat on the Sea
A BOAT on the sea, my boat,
Eager and frail!
Sweet skies, smile as you look
On that fairy sail.
Waves, great waves, many years
You have worked your will.
Just while she passes through,
Kind waves, be still.
Winds—and I may not ask
That you never blow,
But spare her the moaning note
That the old boats know.