George Gordon McCrae
George Gordon McCrae was an Australian poet.
McCrae was born in Leith, Scotland; his father was Andrew Murison McCrae, a writer; his mother was Georgiana McCrae, a painter. George attended a preparatory school in London, and later received lessons from his mother. Georgiana and her four sons emigrated to Melbourne in 1841 following her husband who emigrated in 1839.
After a few years as a surveyor, McCrae joined the Victorian Government service, eventually becoming Deputy Registrar-General, and also a prominent figure in literary circles. Most of his leisure time was spent in writing. His first published work was Two Old Men's ... more »
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George Gordon McCrae Poems
Mamba: (The Bright Eyed) An Aboriginal R...
Canto I. XXVIII.
The Silence of the Bush
There’s that in our lone Bush, I know not what, Which ’genders silence; I’ve all that to learn. Here, there and everywhere, to loose the knot
L'envoi from Balladeadro
See where the allied armies camped, Where plumed and painted dancers tramped-- 'Tis still the same, the same wild scene, As though the ploughshare ne'er had been.
A LANE of elms in June;—the air Of eve is cool and calm and sweet. See! straying here a youthful pair, With sad and slowly moving feet,
Morning at Sea in the Tropics
NIGHT waned and wasted, and the fading stars Died out like lamps that long survived a feast, And the moon, pale with watching, sank to rest Behind the cloud-piled ramparts of the main.
Life’s a Cigar
‘Life’s a cigar’: the wasting body glows; The head turns white as Kosciusko’s snows; And, with the last soul-fragrance still in air,
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Mamba: (The Bright Eyed) An Aboriginal Reminiscence
The day had fled, the moon arose,
Night straight began with evening's close--
A night whose calm and silvery sheen
Befitted well the wild yapeen.1
Within the circle of the camp
Blazed the clear fire, while measured tramp
Of dancing warriors shook the ground,
To song and time-sticks' throbbing sound.
There twice two hundred feet advanced,
There twice a hundred malkas2 glanced
Bright in the moon, that silvered o'er
The arms that all those malkas bore.
Wild the device, and strange the sign
That stared in many a ...