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 Faces (63 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, ...
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 ...
When I Was King (Henry Lawson Poems)
The second time I lived on earth Was several hundred years ago;And-royal by my second birth- I know as much as most ...
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 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, ...
The Ghost at the Second Bridge (Henry Lawson Poems)
You'd call the man a senseless fool,- A blockhead or an ass,Who'd dare to say he saw the ghost Of Mount Victoria ...
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 ...
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 ...
Black Bonnets (Henry Lawson Poems)
A day of seeming innocence,A glorious sun and sky,And, just above my picket fence,Black Bonnet passing by.In knitted gloves and ...
The Boss’s Boots (Henry Lawson Poems)
The Shearers squint along the pens, they squint along the 'shoots;'The shearers squint along the board to catch the Boss's ...
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 ...
O’Hara, J.P. (Henry Lawson Poems)
James Patrick O'Hara the Justice of Peace,He bossed the P.M. and he bossed the police;A parent, a deacon, a landlord ...
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 ...
The Ports of the Open Sea (Henry Lawson Poems)
Down here where the ships loom large in The gloom when the sea-storms veer,Down here on the south-west margin Of the western ...
Rejected (Henry Lawson Poems)
She says she's very sorry, as she sees you to the gate; You calmly say 'Good-bye' to her while standing off ...
To Jack (Henry Lawson Poems)
SO, I've battled it through on my own, Jack, I have done with all dreaming and doubt.Though "stoney" to-night and alone, ...
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 ...
A Bush Girl (Henry Lawson Poems)
She's milking in the rain and dark, As did her mother in the past.The wretched shed of poles and bark, Rent by ...
My Army, O, My Army! (Henry Lawson Poems)
My Army, O, my army! The time I dreamed of comes!I want to see your colours; I want to hear ...
A Dan Yell (Henry Lawson Poems)
I WISH I'd never gone to board In that house where I metThe touring lady from abroad, Who mocks my nightmares yet.I ...
‘The Seabolt’s Volunteers’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
They towed the Seabolt down the stream, And through the harbour's mouth;She spread her wings and sailed away To seek the sunny ...
The Lady of the Motor Car (Henry Lawson Poems)
The Lady of the Motor-car she stareth straight ahead;Her face is like the stone, my friend, her face is like ...
At the Tug-O-War (Henry Lawson Poems)
'Twas in a tug-of-war where I-the guvnor's hope and pride-Stepped proudly on the platform as the ringer on my side;Old ...
What Have We All Forgotten? (Henry Lawson Poems)
WHAT have we all forgotten, at the break of the seventh year?With a nation born to the ages and a ...
‘Bush Hay’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
THE STAMP of Scotland is on his face, But he sailed to the South a lad,And he does not think of ...
Andy’s Return (Henry Lawson Poems)
With pannikins all rusty, And billy burnt and black,And clothes all torn and dusty, That scarcely hide his back;With sun-cracked saddle-leather, And knotted ...