Mostly Slavonic (Henry Lawson Poems)
I.-Peter MichaelovIt was Peter the Barbarian put an apron in his bagAnd rolled up the honoured bundle that Australians call ...
Henry Lawson Poems on Dreams (28 Poems)
With Dickens (Henry Lawson Poems)
In Windsor Terrace, number four, I've taken my abode-A little crescent from the street, A bight from City Road;And, hard up and ...
The Writer’s Dream (Henry Lawson Poems)
A writer wrote of the hearts of men, and he followed their tracks afar;For his was a spirit that forced ...
The Last Review (Henry Lawson Poems)
Turn the light down, nurse, and leave me, while I hold my last review,For the Bush is slipping from me, ...
The Jolly Dead March (Henry Lawson Poems)
If I ever be worthy or famous- Which I'm sadly beginning to doubt-When the angel whose place 'tis to name us Shall ...
Written Afterwards (Henry Lawson Poems)
So the days of my tramping are over, And the days of my riding are done-I'm about as content as a ...
The Drums of Battersea (Henry Lawson Poems)
They can't hear in West o' London, where the worst dine with the best-Deaf to all save lies and laughter, ...
The Afterglow (Henry Lawson Poems)
OH, for the fire that used to glow In those my days of old!I never thought a man could grow So callous ...
Australia’s Forgotten Flag (Henry Lawson Poems)
Oh! the Cross of deepest blue,With the bright stars shining through,That was raised, my sons, for you,On a skirt of ...
The Rebel (Henry Lawson Poems)
CALL ME traitor to my country and a rebel to my God.And the foe of "law and order", well deserving ...
To Jim (Henry Lawson Poems)
I gaze upon my son once more, With eyes and heart that tire,As solemnly he stands before The screen drawn round the ...
The Bush Beyond the Range (Henry Lawson Poems)
FROM Crow's Nest here by Sydney town Where crows had nests of oldI see the Range where day goes down- The dim ...
A Bush Girl (Henry Lawson Poems)
She's milking in the rain and dark, As did her mother in the past.The wretched shed of poles and bark, Rent by ...
The Swagman and His Mate (Henry Lawson Poems)
FROM north to south throughout the year The shearing seasons run,The Queensland stations start to shear When Maoriland has done;But labour's cheap ...
The Firing-Line (Henry Lawson Poems)
They are creeping on through the cornfields yet, and they clamber amongst the rocks,Ere they rush to stab with the ...
The Water Lily (Henry Lawson Poems)
A lonely young wife In her dreaming discerns A lily-decked pool With a border of ferns, And a beautiful child, With butterfly wings,Trips down to ...
Till All the Bad Things Came Untrue (Henry Lawson Poems)
BY blacksoil plains burned grey with drought Where desert shrubs and grasses grow,Along the Land of Furthest Out That only Overlanders know.I ...
The Little Czar (Henry Lawson Poems)
Oh, Great White Czar of Russia, who hid your face and ran,You've flung afar the grandest chance that ever came ...
Spread the Truth! (Henry Lawson Poems)
BRAVE the anger of the wealthy! Scorn their bitter lying spite!Tell the Truth in simple language, when you know that ...
The Author’s Farewell to the Bushmen (Henry Lawson Poems)
Some carry their swags in the Great North-West, Where the bravest battle and die,And a few have gone to their last ...
The Song Of Old Joe Swallow (Henry Lawson Poem)
When I was up the country in the rough and early days, I used to work along ov Jimmy Nowlett's ...
The Paroo (Henry Lawson Poem)
It was a week from Christmas-time, As near as I remember, And half a year since, in the rear, We'd ...
The Wander-Light (Henry Lawson Poem)
And they heard the tent-poles clatter, And the fly in twain was torn - 'Tis the soiled rag of a ...
The Vagabond (Henry Lawson Poem)
White handkerchiefs wave from the short black pier As we glide to the grand old sea -- But the song ...
The League of Nations (Henry Lawson Poem)
Light on the towns and cities, and peace for evermore! The Big Five met in the world's light as many ...
The Shearers Dream (Henry Lawson Poem)
O I dreamt I shore in a shearing shed and it was a dream of joy For every one of ...
A Song of Brave Men (Henry Lawson Poem)
Man, is the Sea your master? Sea, and is man your slave? - This is the song of brave men ...
Here Died (Henry Lawson Poem)
There's many a schoolboy's bat and ball that are gathering dust at home, For he hears a voice in the ...