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 Snow (18 Poems)
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 ...
Booth’s Drum [1] (Henry Lawson Poems)
They were "ratty" they were hooted by the meanest and the least,When they woke the Drum of Glory long ago ...
The March of Ivan (Henry Lawson Poems)
Are you coming, Ivan, coming?-Ah, the ways are long and slow,In the vast land that we know not-and we never ...
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 ...
Dawgs of War (Henry Lawson Poems)
Comes the British bulldog first-solid as a log-He's so ugly in repose that he's a handsome dog;Full of mild benevolence ...
The Rovers (Henry Lawson Poems)
Some born of homely parents For ages settled down-The steady generations Of village, farm, and town:And some of dusky fathers Who wandered since ...
The Southerly Buster (Henry Lawson Poems)
There's a wind that blows out of the South in the drought, And we pray for the touch of his breathWhen ...
Skaal (Henry Lawson Poems)
While they struggle on exhausted, While they plough through bog and flood,While they drag their sick and wounded Where the tracks are ...
When the Bear Comes Back Again (Henry Lawson Poems)
Oh, the scene is wide an' dreary an' the sun is settin' red,An' the grey-black sky of winter's comin' closer ...
Grey Wolves Grey (Henry Lawson Poems)
The Russian march is soft and slow,Through dust and heat, or slush and snow,When the Russian skies hang grey and ...
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 ...
The Patteran (Henry Lawson Poems)
From over the leagues of ice and snow, and the miles of scorching sand;From back of the days of long ...
Barta (Henry Lawson Poems)
Wide solemn eyes that question me, Wee hand that pats my head-Where only two have stroked before, And both of them are ...
The Three Quiet Gentlemen (Henry Lawson Poems)
There is a quiet gentleman a-motoring in France(Oh, don't you hear the honking of a British motor-car?)-Like any quiet gentleman ...
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 Never-Never Country (Henry Lawson Poem)
By homestead, hut, and shearing-shed, By railroad, coach, and track -- By lonely graves of our brave dead, Up-Country and ...
On the March (Henry Lawson Poem)
So the time seems come at last, And the drums go rolling past, And above them in the sunlight Labour's ...