Henry Lawson Poems on Mind (64 Poems)

Ruth (Henry Lawson Poems)

All is well-in a prison-to-night, and the warders are crying ‘All’s Well!’I must speak, for the sake of my heart-if it’s but to the walls of my cell.For what does it matter to me if to-morrow I go where I … Continue reading →

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 in exile, I To many fancies yield;For it was here Micawber lived And David Copperfield. A bed, a table, and a chair, A … Continue reading →

One Hundred and Three (Henry Lawson Poems)

With the frame of a man, and the face of a boy, and a manner strangely wild,And the great, wide, wondering, innocent eyes of a silent-suffering child;With his hideous dress and his heavy boots, he drags to Eternity-And the Warder … Continue reading →

The Ballad of the Elder Son (Henry Lawson Poems)

A son of elder sons I am, Whose boyhood days were cramped and scant,Through ages of domestic sham And family lies and family cant.Come, elder brothers mine, and bring Dull loads of care that you have won,And gather round me while I sing The … Continue reading →

Brighten’s Sister-In-Law [or The Carrier's Story] (Henry Lawson Poems)

AT A POINT where the old road crosses The river, and turns to the right,I’d camped with the team; and the hosses Was all fixed up for the night.I’d been to the town to carry A load to the Cudgegong;And I’d taken the … Continue reading →

Lily (Henry Lawson Poems)

I SCORN the man-a fool at most, And ignorant and blind-Who loves to go about and boast ”He understands mankind.”I thought I had that knowledge too, And boasted it with pride-But since, I’ve learned that human hearts Cannot be classified. In days when I … Continue reading →

Constable M’Carty’s Investigatio (Henry Lawson Poems)

Most unpleasantly adjacent to the haunts of lower orders Stood a ‘terrace’ in the city when the current year began,And a notice indicated there were vacancies for boarders In the middle house, and lodgings for a single gentleman.Now, a singular observer could … Continue reading →

Hannah Thomburn (Henry Lawson Poems)

They lifted her out of a story Too sordid and selfish by far,They left me the innocent glory Of love that was pure as a star;They left me all guiltless of “evil” That would have brought years of distressWhen the chance to be man, … Continue reading →

The Alleys (Henry Lawson Poems)

I was welcome in a palace when the ball was at my feet,I was petted in a garden and my triumph was complete.But for me above the alleys there forever shone a star,Where the third-rate public houses and the dens … Continue reading →

Peddling Round the World (Henry Lawson Poems)

When at first in foreign parts Was her flag unfurled,England was a Gipsy lass Peddling round the world.Sailing on the Spanish Main- Everywhere you roam-Peddling in the Persian Gulf Things she’d made at home. Peddling round the world, Peddling round the world- England was a Gipsy lass Peddling … Continue reading →