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  • I love a sunburnt country,
    A land of sweeping plains,
    Of ragged mountain ranges,
    Of droughts and flooding rains.
    I love her far horizons,
    I love her jewel-sea,
    Her beauty and her terror -
    The wide brown land for me!

  • THAT'S the Australian national hymn!

    Australians all let us rejoice,
    For we are young and free;
    We've golden soil and wealth for toil,
    Our home is girt by sea;
    Our land abounds in Nature's gifts
    Of beauty rich and rare;
    In history's page, let every stage
    Advance Australia fair!
    In joyful strains then let us sing:
    "Advance Australia fair!"

    Beneath our radiant southern Cross,
    We'll toil with hearts and hands;
    To make this Commonwealth of ours
    Renowned of all the lands;
    For those who've come across the seas
    We've boundless plains to share;
    With courage let us all combine
    To advance Australia fair.
    In joyful strains then let us sing:
    "Advance Australia fair!"

  • My Country
    © 1904 Dorothea McKellar
    The love of field and coppice, of green and shaded lanes,
    Of ordered woods and gardens is running in your veins.
    Strong love of grey-blue distance, brown streams and soft, dim skies-
    I know but cannot share it, my love is otherwise.

    I love a sunburnt country, a land of sweeping plains,
    Of ragged mountain ranges, of droughts and flooding rains.
    I love her far horizons, I love her jewel-sea,
    Her beauty and her terror- the wide brown land for me!

    The stark white ring-barked forests, all tragic to the moon,
    The sapphire-misted mountains, the hot gold hush of noon,
    Green tangle of the brushes where lithe lianas coil,
    And orchids deck the tree-tops, and ferns the warm dark soil.

    Core of my heart, my country! Her pitiless blue sky,
    When, sick at heart, around us we see the cattle die -
    But then the grey clouds gather, and we can bless again
    The drumming of an army, the steady soaking rain.

    Core of my heart, my country! Land of the rainbow gold,
    For flood and fire and famine she pays us back threefold.
    Over the thirsty paddocks, watch, after many days,
    The filmy veil of greenness that thickens as we gaze.

    An opal-hearted country, a wilful, lavish land -
    All you who have not loved her, you will not understand -
    Though earth holds many splendours, wherever I may die,
    I know to what brown country my homing thoughts will fly.

  • My Country

    The love of field and coppice
    Of green and shaded lanes,
    Of ordered woods and gardens
    Is running in your veins.
    Strong love of grey-blue distance,
    Brown streams and soft, dim skies
    I know, but cannot share it,
    My love is otherwise.

    I love a sunburnt country,
    A land of sweeping plains,
    Of ragged mountain ranges,
    Of droughts and flooding rains.
    I love her far horizons,
    I love her jewel-sea,
    Her beauty and her terror
    The wide brown land for me!

    The stark white ring-barked forests,
    All tragic to the moon,
    The sapphire-misted mountains,
    The hot gold hush of noon,
    Green tangle of the brushes
    Where lithe lianas coil,
    And orchids deck the tree-tops,
    And ferns the warm dark soil.

    Core of my heart, my country!
    Her pitiless blue sky,
    When, sick at heart, around us
    We see the cattle die
    But then the grey clouds gather,
    And we can bless again
    The drumming of an army,
    The steady soaking rain.

    Core of my heart, my country!
    Land of the rainbow gold,
    For flood and fire and famine
    She pays us back threefold.
    Over the thirsty paddocks,
    Watch, after many days,
    The filmy veil of greenness
    That thickens as we gaze…

    An opal-hearted country,
    A wilful, lavish land
    All you who have not loved her,
    You will not understand
    though Earth holds many splendours,
    Wherever I may die,
    I know to what brown country
    My homing thoughts will fly.
    --------------------------------------------------------

    "My Country" is an iconic patriotic poem about Australia, written by Dorothea Mackellar ( 1885-1968 ) at the age of 19 while homesick in England. After travelling through Europe extensively with her father during her teenage years she started writing the poem in London in 1904 and re-wrote it several times after her return to Sydney. The poem was first published in the London Spectator in 1908 under the title Core of My Heart. It was reprinted in many Australian newspapers, quickly becoming well known and establishing Mackellar as a poet.

    Mackellar's family owned substantial properties in the Gunnedah district of New South Wales and the inspiration for her poems undoubtedly came from the time she spent on the rural properties as a child. My Country uses metaphorical imagery to describe the land after the breaking of a long drought. Of ragged mountain ranges possibly refer to the Mount Royal Ranges, and the Barrington Tops.


    Gruß Tim


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    Ich bin für das verantwortlich was ich sage - nicht für das was Du verstehst.

    Einmal editiert, zuletzt von DustyTim (27. März 2008 um 23:42)


  • Thats the current one , it underwent several changes over the years , to make it more PC Politically Correct .

    I highlighted soem of the words which were deemed offensive or non-inclusive =) in the original version

    Australian sons, let us rejoice.
    For we are young and free.
    We've golden soil and wealth for toil,
    Our home is girt by sea.
    Our land abounds in nature's gifts
    Of beauty rich and rare;
    In hist'ry's page, let ev'ry stage
    Advance Australia Fair
    In joyful strains then let us sing
    Advance Australia Fair.

    When gallant Cook from Albion sailed.
    To trace wide oceans o'er.
    True British courage bore him on.
    Til he landed on our shore
    Then here he raised Old England's flag.
    The standard of the brave.
    "With all her faults we love her still."
    "Britannia rules the wave."
    In joyful strains then let us sing
    Advance Australia Fair.

    Beneath our radiant Southern Cross.
    We'll toil with hearts and hands,
    To make our youthful Commonwealth
    Renowned of all the lands.
    For loyal sons beyond the seas
    We've boundless plains to share,
    With courage let us all combine
    To Advance Australia fair.
    In joyful strains then let us sing
    Advance Australia Fair.

    Should foreign foe e'er sight our coast.
    Or dare a foot to land,
    We'll rouse to arms like sires of yore
    To guard our native strand.
    Britannia then shall surely know,
    Beyond wide oceans roll
    Her sons in fair Australia's land
    Still keep a British soul.
    In joyful strains then let us sing
    Advance Australia Fair.


    and here the pic form the original cover
    [Blockierte Grafik: http://www.hamilton.net.au/advance/aaf_cover.jpg]

  • Extremely touching and thought provoking!!

    I found this beautiful Aussie Summer poem and thought it might be a comfort to you.

    It was to me and it's very well written;

    I hope you enjoy it because it's the best piece of English literature I've seen in quite a while..


    'An Aussie Summer'
    a poem by Abigail Elizabeth McIntyre

    FUCK, it's HOT !!!!!


    :D


    PS: Ich seh gerade, hier kommts nicht so gut (Weil das Bild fehlt usw). Wer es im Original haben moechte, ich schcks gerne per email. also bitte pn mit email adresse an mich :)

    :D Google und http://www.lmgtfy.com/?q=border.gov.au beantworten 85% aller Fragen und die restlichen 15% - und als Motivationshilfe - das beste Forum der Welt :D

    [COLOR=blue]When life gives you lemons, make grape juice. Then sit back and watch the world try to figure out how you did it.[/COLOR]

    Einmal editiert, zuletzt von Schnute (28. März 2008 um 00:04)

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