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Born in June 18, 1863 / Died in November 10, 1909 / United Kingdom / English

Poems by George Essex Evans

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The Doves Of Venus

...   To strip the scales from mortal eyes, ...

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The Dead Democrat

... But glorious shines, through mist and haze, ...

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“But the Greatest of These is Charity”

...  We see not how Fate’s dice are thrown ...

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John Farrell

...  You loved the struggling and the poor ...

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A Drought Idyll

... That stood and laughed, and laughed, and laughed - and laughed without remorse - ...

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At The Base Hospital

... But we faced the Mauser bullets when they whistled down the wind, ...

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The Song Of Life

...   Move with stout heart on Life’s great battle-field ...

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Welcome

... One tongue, one race, one heart before the world! ...

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Eland’s River

... And at night their guns, day-sighted, rained fierce havoc overhead ...

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Seddon

...  We see—but not the strength that was their fame: ...

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Ode To The Philistines

... Lie bound by the System’s chains ’neath the crunch of the System’s wheels! ...

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A Nocturne

... The wild bird knows where rest shall be ...

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Toowoomba

... Childhood and Springtide’s careless hours are over, ...

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The Master

...  Springs, centuries hence, to splendid flower, ...

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Auri Sacra Fames

... From the lips of the child at play sounds the creed we have called our own ...