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 Name (66 Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
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 Ballad of Mabel Clare (Henry Lawson Poems)
Ye children of the Land of Gold, I sing a song to you,And if the jokes are somewhat old, The main idea ...
Years After the War In Australia (Henry Lawson Poems)
The Big rough boys from the runs out back were first where the balls flew free,And yelled in the slang ...
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 ...
Antony Villa (Henry Lawson Poems)
Over there, above the jetty, stands the mansion of the Vardens,With a tennis ground and terrace, and a flagstaff in ...
The God-Forgotte (Henry Lawson Poems)
PAT M'DURMER brought the tidings to the town of God-Forgotten : 'There are lively days before ye-commin Parlymint's dissolved!'And the boys ...
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 ...
Old Stone Chimney (Henry Lawson Poems)
The rising moon on the peaks was blending Her silver light with the sunset glow,When a swagman came as the day was ...
The Crucifixion [The Light of The World] (Henry Lawson Poems)
They sunk a post into the ground Where their leaders bade them stop;It was a man's height, and they spiked A crosspiece ...
The Spirits of Our Fathers (Henry Lawson Poems)
THE SPIRITS of our fathers rise not from every wave,They left the sea behind them long ago;It was many years ...
The Song of a Prison (Henry Lawson Poems)
Now this is the song of a prison-a song of a gaol or jug-A ballad of quod or of chokey, ...
The Boss Over the Board (Henry Lawson Poems)
When he's over a rough and unpopular shed,With the sins of the bank and the men on his head;When he ...
Cromwell (Henry Lawson Poems)
They took dead Cromwell from his grave, And stuck his head on high;The Merry Monarch and his men, They laughed as they ...
The Secret Whisky Cure (Henry Lawson Poems)
'Tis no tale of heroism, 'tis no tale of storm and strife,But of ordinary boozing, and of dull domestic life-Of ...
‘Bound for the Lord-Knows-Where’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
'Where are you going with your horse and bike, And the townsfolk still at rest?Where are you going, with your swag ...
The Leader and the Bad Girl (Henry Lawson Poems)
BECAUSE HE had sinned and suffered, because he loved the land,And because of his wonderful sympathy, he held men's hearts ...
‘Tambaroora Jim’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
He never drew a sword to fight a dozen foes alone,Nor gave a life to save a life no better ...
The Bill of the Ages (Henry Lawson Poems)
He shall live to the end of this mad old world, he has lived since the world began,He never has ...
The Empty Glass (Henry Lawson Poems)
THERE ARE three lank bards in a borrowed room- Ah! The number is one too few-They have deemed their home and ...
The Peace Maker (Henry Lawson Poems)
It has a "point" of neither sex But comes in guise of both,And, doubly dangerous complex, It is a thing to loathe-A ...
The Separated Women (Henry Lawson Poems)
THE Separated Women Go lying through the land,For they have plenty dresses, And money, too, in hand;They married brutes and drunkards And blackguards ...
Above Crow’s Nest [Sydney] (Henry Lawson Poems)
A BLANKET low and leaden, Though rent across the west,Whose darkness seems to deaden The brightest and the best;A sunset white and ...
Bill and Jim Fall Out (Henry Lawson Poems)
Bill and Jim are mates no longer-they would scorn the name of mate-Those two bushmen hate each other with a ...
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 ...
Brother, You’ll Take My Hand (Henry Lawson Poems)
NOT to the sober and staid, Leading a quiet life,But to men whose paths are laid Ever through storm and strife-Here is ...
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 ...
The Scamps (Henry Lawson Poems)
Of home, name and wealth and ambition bereft- We are children of fortune and luck:They deny there's a shred of our ...