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 ...
Henry Lawson Poems on World (160 Poems)
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, ...
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 ...
He Mourned His Master (Henry Lawson Poems)
INTRODUCTIONThe theme is ancient as the hills, With all their prehistoric glory;But yet of Corney and his friend, We've often longed to tell ...
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 ...
A Fantasy of War (Henry Lawson Poems)
From Australia.OH, tell me, God of Battles! Oh, say what is to come!The King is in his trenches, the millionaire ...
The Bards Who Lived at Manly (Henry Lawson Poems)
The camp of high-class spielers, Who sneered in summer dress,And doo-dah dilettante, And scornful "venuses"-House agents, and storekeepers, All eager they to "bleed"-The bards ...
The Fairy West (Henry Lawson Poems)
I.We wrote and sang of a bush we never Had known in youth in the Western land;Of the dear old homes ...
The Good Samaritan (Henry Lawson Poems)
He comes from out the ages dim- The good Samaritan;I somehow never pictured him A fat and jolly man;But one who'd little ...
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, ...
`For’ard’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep,For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away like ...
To Victor Daley (Henry Lawson Poems)
I THOUGHT that silence would be best, But I a call have heard,And, Victor, after all the rest, I well might say ...
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 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 ...
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 ...
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 ‘Soldier Birds’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
I mind the river from Mount Frome To Ballanshantie's Bridge,The Mudgee Hills, and Buckaroo, Lowe's Peak, and Granite Ridge.The "tailers" in the ...
The Old, Old Story and the New Order (Henry Lawson Poems)
They proved we could not think nor see, They proved we could not write,They proved we drank the day away And raved ...
Captain Von Esson of the “Sebastopol” (Henry Lawson Poems)
Of his beauty, or stature, or colour of hair I hadn't the slightest hint,But he comes to me as a little ...
The Captains (Henry Lawson Poems)
The Captains sailed from all the World-from all the world and Spain;And each one for his country's ease, her glory ...
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 ...
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 Bursting of the Boom (Henry Lawson Poems)
The shipping-office clerks are 'short,' the manager is gruff-'They cannot make reductions,' and 'the fares are low enough.'They ship us ...
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 ...
The Ballad of the Rousabout (Henry Lawson Poems)
A Rouseabout of rouseabouts, from any land-or none-I bear a nick-name of the bush, and I'm-a woman's son;I came from ...
The Port O’Call (Henry Lawson Poems)
Our hull is seldom painted, Our decks are seldom stoned;Our sails are patched and cobbled And chains by rust marooned.Our rigging is ...
The Motor Car (Henry Lawson Poems)
THE MOTOR CAR is sullen, like a thing that should not be;The motor car is master of Smart Society.'Twas born ...
In the Height of Fashion (Henry Lawson Poems)
SO at last a toll they'll levy For the passing fool who sings-Take the harp grown dull and heavy (With the dried ...