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 Devils (26 Poems)
`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 ...
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 ...
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 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 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 ...
The Stranger’s Friend (Henry Lawson Poems)
The strangest things and the maddest things, that a man can do or say,To the chaps and fellers and coves ...
The Green-Hand Rouseabout (Henry Lawson Poems)
Call this hot? I beg your pardon. Hot!-you don't know what it means.(What's that, waiter? lamb or mutton! Thank you-mine ...
When You’re Bad in Your Inside (Henry Lawson Poems)
I REMARKED that man is saddest, and his heart is filled with woe,When he hasn't any money, and his pants ...
And What Have You To Say? (Henry Lawson Poems)
I MIND the days when ladies fair Helped on my overcoat,And tucked the silken handkerchief About my precious throat;They used to see ...
‘GS’ [or the Fourth Cook] (Henry Lawson Poems)
He has notions of Australia from the tales that he's been told-Land of leggings and revolvers, land of savages and ...
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 ...
Fighting Hard (Henry Lawson Poems)
Rolling out to fight for England, singing songs across the sea;Rolling North to fight for England, and to fight for ...
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 ...
The Heart of the Swag (Henry Lawson Poems)
Oh, the track through the scrub groweth ever more dreary, And lower and lower his grey head doth bow;For the swagman ...
The Spirits for Good (Henry Lawson Poems)
We come with peace and reason, We come with love and light,To banish black self-treason And everlasting night.We know no god nor ...
Give yourself a Show: New Year’s Eve (Henry Lawson Poems)
TO my fellow sinners all, who, in hope and doubt,Through the Commonwealth to-night watch the Old Year out,New Year's Resolutions ...
Callaghan’s Hotel (Henry Lawson Poems)
There's the same old coaching stable that was used by Cobb and Co.,And the yard the coaches stood in more than ...
Dan Wasn’t Thrown from His Horse (Henry Lawson Poems)
THEY SAY he was thrown and run over, But that is sheer nonsense, of course:I taught him to ride when a ...
‘Broken Axletree’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
On the Track of Grand Endeavour, on the long track out to Bourke,Past the Turn-Back, and past Howlong, and the ...
The Star of Australasia (Henry Lawson Poem)
We boast no more of our bloodless flag, that rose from a nation's slime; Better a shred of a deep-dyed ...
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 ...
The Heart of Australia (Henry Lawson Poem)
When the wars of the world seemed ended, and silent the distant drum, Ten years ago in Australia, I wrote ...
The Fire At Ross’s Farm (Henry Lawson Poems)
The squatter saw his pastures wide Decrease, as one by one The farmers moving to the west Selected on his ...
After All (Henry Lawson Poem)
The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone from the bush and town; My spirit revives in the morning breeze, ...