Poems by George Essex Evans
Cymru
... The heart of her singing valleys, the heights of her storm-crowned hills! ...
A Federal Song
... We have flung the challenge forward: Brothers, stand or fall as One! ...
Victoria
... Thro years of peace and years of stress ...
The Secret Key
... Or, where the streaming mists white rollers climb ...
An Australian Symphony
... These mangrove shores, these shimmering seas, ...
In A Garden
... It shall fold you soft as the mist, ...
Brunton Stephens
... With wit that lightened thro the years ...
To A Bigot
... I said. Thou fool, it answered, all are truly kin ...
The Wayfarers
... The green earth swings upon her way: ...
The Average Man
... And his trousers patched where the edge was frayed, ...
To The Irish Dead
... We are done with the faults of the past, I ween, ...
The Song Of Gracia
... Drink whilst thou canst the goblet crowned and flowing, ...
From Loraine
... When the brown quail whirled neath our horses feet ...
Women Of The West
... In their place the lurching coach-wheel, or the creaking bullock-chains, ...
In Collins Street
... And the world like a stream flowed thro my brain, ...
