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We were challenged by The Dingoes - they're the pride of Squatter's Gap- To a friendly game of football on the flat by Devil's Trap. And we went along on horses, sworn to triumph i…
Edward George Dyson was an Australian poet, journalist and short story writer. He was born at Morrisons near Ballarat in March 1865. His father, George Dyson, arrived in Australia in 1852 and after working on various diggings became a mining engineer, his mother came from a life of refinement in England. The family led a roving life during Dyson's childhood, moving successively to Alfredton, Bendigo, Ballarat and Alfredton again. Unconsciously the boy was storing for future use the life of the miners, farmers and bushmen, among whom he lived. At 12 he began to work as an assistant to a travelling draper, after that was a whimboy in a mine, and for two or three years an assistant in a factory at Melbourne. This was followed by work in a newspaper office. At 19 he began writing verse, and a few years later embarked on a life of free-lance journalism which lasted until his death. His first notable work was "The Golden Shanty", which appeared in the Bulletin, and many other short stories followed. In 1896 he published a volume of poems, Rhymes from the Mines, and in 1898 the first collection of his short stories, Below and On Top. In 1901 his first long story The Gold-stealers was published in London, which was followed by In the Roaring Fifties in 1906. In the same year appeared Fact'ry 'Ands, a series of more or less connected sketches dealing with factory life in Melbourne in a vein of humour. Various other stories and collections of stories were published in the Bookstall Series and will be found listed in Miller's Australian Literature. Another volume of verse Hello, Soldier! appeared in 1919. All through the years Dyson did an enormous amount of work until he broke down under the strain and died after a long illness on 22 August 1931. He married Miss Jackson who survived him with one daughter. Edward Dyson was the brother of Will Dyson and Ambrose Dyson.)
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UP a dark and fetid alley, where the offal and the slime Of a brave and blusterous city met its misery and crime, In a hovel reeking pestilence, and noisome as the grave, Dwelt Ah…
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THERE’S a fresh track down the paddock Through the lightwoods to the creek, And I notice Billy Craddock And Maloney do not speak,…
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The first one with conviction penned: “This conflict in seven weeks will end.” Another, later in the war,…
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‘NO, you can’t count me in, boys; I’m off it— I’m jack of them practical jokes; They give neither pleasure nor profit, And the fellers that plays them are mokes.…
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I heard this day, as I may no more, The world's heart throb at my workshop door. The sun was keen, and the day was still; The township drowsed in, a haze of heat.…
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There’s a wind up that licks like a flame, And the sun is a porthole of hell. Now evanish prim notions of shame, And the craving to look rather well –…
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Australia, my native land, A stirring whisper in your ear— 'Tis time for you to understand Your rating now is A1, dear.…
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FROM HER HOME beyond the river in the parting of the hills, Where the wattles fleecy blossom surged and scattered in the breeze, And the tender creepers twined about the chimneys a…
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A quaint old gabled cottage sleeps be- tween the raving hills. To right and left are livid strife, but on the deep, wide sills…
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Down to it is Plugger Bill, Lyin' crumpled, white 'n' still. Me 'n' him Chips in when the scrap begins,…
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ALL WAS UP with Richard Tanner— ‘Wait-a-Bit’ we called him. Dead? Yes. The braceman dropped a spanner, Landed Richard on the head;…
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Dear Ned, I now take up my pen to write you these few lines, And hopin' how they find you fit. Gorbli', it seems an age…
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As bullets come to us they're thin, They're angular, or smooth and fat, Some spiral are, and gimlet in, And some are sharp, and others flat.…
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FROM a river siding, the railway town, Or the dull new port there three days down, Forward and back on the up-hill track, With a creak of the jinker, a ringing crack,…
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