George Essex Evans

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

George Essex Evans Poems

1. A Grave By The Sea 4/13/2010
2. A Vision Of Christ 4/13/2010
3. Ad Astra 4/13/2010
4. Adrift: A Brisbane River Reverie 4/13/2010
5. Altiora Peto 4/13/2010
6. A Commonplace Song 4/13/2010
7. Auri Sacra Fames 4/13/2010
8. Brunton Stephens 4/13/2010
9. From Loraine 4/13/2010
10. In A Garden 4/13/2010
11. In Collins Street 4/13/2010
12. Loraine 4/13/2010
13. The Crown Of Empire 4/13/2010
14. The Dead Democrat 4/13/2010
15. The Doves Of Venus 4/13/2010
16. The Dream Star 4/13/2010
17. The Grey Road 4/13/2010
18. The Land Of The Dawning 4/13/2010
19. The Lion's Whelps 4/13/2010
20. The Master 4/13/2010
21. The Song Of Gracia 4/13/2010
22. The Song Of Life 4/13/2010
23. The Spirit Of Poetry 4/13/2010
24. The Splendour And The Curse Of Song 4/13/2010
25. The Sword Of Pain 4/13/2010
26. The Two Goblets 4/13/2010
27. The Wayfarers 4/13/2010
28. The Wheels Of The System 4/13/2010
29. Thomas Joseph Byrnes 4/13/2010
30. To A Bigot 4/13/2010
31. To The Irish Dead 4/13/2010
32. To The Unknown God 4/13/2010
33. Toowoomba 4/13/2010
34. Victoria 4/13/2010
35. Welcome 4/13/2010
36. William Henry Groom Vale` 4/13/2010
37. Women Of The West 4/13/2010
38. Morning Land 4/13/2010
39. Ode To The Philistines 4/13/2010
40. Out Of The Silence 4/13/2010
Best Poem of George Essex Evans

The Nation Builders

A handful of workers seeking the star of a strong intent -
A handful of heroes scattered to conquer a continent -
Thirst, and fever, and famine, drought, and ruin, and flood,
And the bones that bleach on the sandhill, and the spears that redden with blood;
And the pitiless might of the molten skies, at noon, on the sun-cracked plain,
And the walls of the northern jungles, shall front them ever in vain,
Till the land that lies like a giant asleep shall wake to the victory won,
And the hearts of the Nation Builders shall know that the work is done.


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An Australian Symphony

Not as the songs of other lands
   Her song shall be
Where dim Her purple shore-line stands
   Above the sea!
As erst she stood, she stands alone;
Her inspiration is her own.
From sunlit plains to mangrove strands
Not as the songs of other lands
   Her song shall be.

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