J James Brunton Stephens

James Brunton Stephens

57 şiir · 1835 — 1902 · Borrowstounness, on the Firth of Forth, Scotland;

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James Brunton Stephens was a Scottish-born Australian poet, although he did not emigrate there until his early thirties. His most famous piece of work was a long poem called Convict Once, a piece that established his name in the annals of great Australian writers and demonstrated that he could show a great deal of patriotism toward his adopted country. He also served for many years as a teacher and civil servant. He was born on the 17th June 1835 in the small coastal town of Borrowstounness, more commonly known now as Bo’ness, which lies on the south bank of the Firth of Forth. He initially went to school where his father was a teacher before going on to boarding school and then the University of Edinburgh. Despite five years there he left without a degree but was able to secure tutoring positions both abroad and in Scotland. He took up writing during his spell of teaching at Greenock Academy, producing a small amount of poetry and two short novels which he got published in serialised form in the Sharpe’s London Magazine between 1861 and 1863. In 1866 he boarded a ship headed for Queensland and took up a home tutoring position before moving on to the Queensland Education Department in 1870. A number of teaching posts came of this until he made a break with that life, joining the colonial secretary’s department in an administrative role. Within a year he had his first collection of poetry published under the title Convict Once and literary critics soon declared him to be an Australian writer of great merit. Other work soon followed: a long poem called The Godolphin Arabian was published in 1873 followed by The Black Gin and other Poems (1873) and then Miscellaneous Poems in 1880. He might have been more prolific as a writer but for his civil service work although three editions of his collected works were published between 1888 and 1912. Historians have noted though that working in the colonial office was perhaps “not the best use of his time” so it is impossible to say how much better a poet he might have become. Many of his poems were long, sonorous affairs while others had a jaunty, whimsical style. A good example of the latter would be the poem The Chinese Cook which is about a wizard in the kitchen and household who turned out to be a fugitive from justice. Here are the opening verses to this piece: Stephens was a kind, charitable man, often at the expense of his own health and well-being. He kept working hard while occasionally turning out a poem here and there. Despite his lack of output towards the end, and the rise of other Australian writers all around him, he was certainly considered to be his country’s “representative man of letters” until the day he died. His stellar work Convict Once is a highly technical, extremely long poem which is one of a few of its kind that has come out of Australia with any merit. James Brunton Stephens died on the 29th June 1902 at the age of 67. He had been ill with angina pectoris and he was survived by his wife Rosalie and their five children.

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Through what strange winding ways of circumstance, Through what conspiracies of time and chance, By what long chain of hands, from his who pressed Upon thy disc the Imperial counte…

Knowest thou now, O Love! Oh pure from the death of thy summer of sweetness! Seest thou now, O new-born Delight of the Ransomed and Free! We have gathered the flower for the fruit;…

KING AHASUERUS in his palace at Shu-Shàn Gave a feast unto his princes, Tarshish, Meres, Memucàn, And some others whose outlandish names it boots not to rehearse— You will find the…

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[It is stated that a shepherd, who had for many years grazed his flocks in a district in which a rich tin-mining town in Queensland now stands, went mad on learning of the great di…

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Lo by the “humpy” door a smockless Venus! Unblushing bronze, she shrinks not, having seen us, Though there is nought but short couch-grass between us.…

Said the Preacher “All is Vanity!”—appending as a reason That the things we find our pleasure in are bound to pass and pall; But it seems to me that whatso'er endureth for a season…

Maker of earth and sea, What shall we render Thee? All things are Thine! Ours but from day to day…

A speck went blowing up against the sky As little as a leaf: then it drew near And broadened. -- ' It's a bird,' said I, And fetched my bow and arrows. It was queer!…

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De mortuis nil ni- Si bonum: R.I.P.:— No more upbraid him:— Nay, rather plead his cause,…

Brown was weeping; likewise cursing; and with amplitude of reason; For a letter had been handed him that very afternoon Which proved he had been cruelly begotten out of season, Tha…

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Upon the orient utmost of the land, Enfranchised of the world, alone, and free, I stood; before me, and on either hand, The interminable solace of the sea.…

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The night was creeping on the ground; She crept and did not make a sound Until she reached the tree, and then She covered it, and sole again…

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Linger, oh Sun, for a little, nor close yet this day of a million! Is there not glory enough in the rose-curtained halls of the West? Hast thou no joy in the passion-hued folds of…

Come, take the tenner, doctor . . . yes, I know the bill says “five,” But it ain't as if you'd merely kep' our little 'un alive; Man, you saved the mother's reason when you saved t…

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(Written in aid of the Children's Hospital.) MATTHEW XXV. 40.…

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