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 Change (30 Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 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 ...
Song of the Old Bullock-Driv (Henry Lawson Poems)
Far back in the days when the blacks used to ramble In long single file 'neath the evergreen tree,The wool-teams in ...
The Unknown God (Henry Lawson Poems)
The President to Kingdoms, As in the Days of Old;The King to the Republic, As it had been foretold.They could not read ...
Here’s Luck (Henry Lawson Poems)
Old Time is tramping close to-day-you hear his bluchers fall,A mighty change is on the way, an' God protect us ...
Out on the Roofs of Hell (Henry Lawson Poems)
SING us a song in this cynical age, Sing us a song, my friend,While the Flesh and the Devil are all ...
The Drovers (Henry Lawson Poems)
Shrivelled leather, rusty buckles, and the rot is in our knuckles,Scorched for months upon the pommel while the brittle rein ...
Kangaroo Power (Henry Lawson Poems)
NOW, Yankee inventors can beat a retreat,And German professors may take a back seat, For their colours we're going to lower:They've ...
Above Lavender Bay (Henry Lawson Poems)
'Tis glorious morning everywhere Save where the alleys lie-I see the fleecy steam jets bid "Good morning" to the sky.The gullies of ...
The Mountain Splitter (Henry Lawson Poems)
HE WORKS in the glen where the waratah grows, And the gums and the ashes are tall,'Neath cliffs that re-echo the ...
The Battling Days (Henry Lawson Poems)
So, sit you down in a straight-backed chair, with your pipe and your wife content,And cross your knees with your ...
That Great Waiting Silence (Henry Lawson Poems)
WHERE shall we go for prophecy? Where shall we go for proof?The holiday street is crowded, pavement, window and roof;Band ...
Eurunderee [Pt 1] (Henry Lawson Poems)
There are scenes in the distance where beauty is not,On the desolate flats where gaunt appletrees rot.Where the brooding old ...
When the Bush Begins to Speak (Henry Lawson Poems)
They know us not in England yet, their pens are overbold;We're seen in fancy pictures that are fifty years too ...
Johnson, alias Crow (Henry Lawson Poems)
Where the seasons are divided and the bush begins to change,and the links are rather broken in the Great Dividing ...
The Emigration to New Zealand (Henry Lawson Poems)
I've just received a letter from a chum in Maoriland,He's working down in Auckland where he days he's doing grand,The ...
Above Eurunderee (Henry Lawson Poem)
There are scenes in the distance where beauty is not, On the desolate flats where gaunt appletrees rot. Where the ...
Mount Bukaroo (Henry Lawson Poem)
Only one old post is standing -- Solid yet, but only one -- Where the milking, and the branding, And ...
Eurunderee (Henry Lawson Poem)
There are scenes in the distance where beauty is not, On the desolate flats where gaunt appletrees rot. Where the ...
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 ...
In The Days When The World Was Wide (Henry Lawson Poem)
The world is narrow and ways are short, and our lives are dull and slow, For little is new where ...
Cherry- Tree Inn (Henry Lawson Poem)
The rafters are open to sun, moon, and star, Thistles and nettles grow high in the bar -- The chimneys ...
Reedy River (Henry Lawson Poem)
Ten miles down Reedy River A pool of water lies, And all the year it mirrors The changes in the ...
The Bush Girl (Henry Lawson Poem)
So you rode from the range where your brothers "select," Through the ghostly grey bush in the dawn--- You rode ...
The Blue Mountains (Henry Lawson Poem)
Above the ashes straight and tall, Through ferns with moisture dripping, I climb beneath the sandstone wall, My feet on ...