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 Fairness (49 Poems)
With Dickens (Henry Lawson Poems)
In Windsor Terrace, number four, I've taken my abode-A little crescent from the street, A bight from City Road;And, hard up and ...
Brighten’s Sister-In-Law [or The Carrier’s Story] (Henry Lawson Poems)
AT A POINT where the old road crosses The river, and turns to the right,I'd camped with the team; and the ...
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 ...
As Ireland Wore the Green (Henry Lawson Poems)
BY RIGHT of birth in southern land I send my warning forth.I see my country ruined by the wrongs that ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 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 ...
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 ...
The Bard of Furthest Out (Henry Lawson Poems)
HE LONGED to be a Back-Blocks Bard, And fame he wished to win-He wrote at night and studied hard (He read The ...
Macleay Street and Red Rock Lane (Henry Lawson Poems)
MACLEAY STREET looks to Mosman, Across the other side,With brave asphalted pavements And roadway clean and wide.Macleay Street hath its mansions, Its grounds ...
The Empty Glass (Henry Lawson Poems)
THERE ARE three lank bards in a borrowed room- Ah! The number is one too few-They have deemed their home and ...
A Slight Misunderstan (Henry Lawson Poems)
Oh, do you hear the argument, far up above the skies?The voice of old Saint Peter, in expostulation rise?Growing shrill, ...
A Slight Misunderstanding at the Jasper Gate (Henry Lawson Poems)
Oh, do you hear the argument, far up above the skies?The voice of old Saint Peter, in expostulation rise?Growing shrill, ...
I’d Back Again the World (Henry Lawson Poems)
She's not like an empress, And crowned with raven hair,She is not "pert an' bonny," Nor "winsome, wee, an' fair."But when a ...
The Stranded Ship: (The “Vincennes”) (Henry Lawson Poems)
'TWAS the glowing log of a picnic fire where a red light should not be,Or the curtained glow of a ...
The Sorrows of a Simple Bard (Henry Lawson Poems)
WHEN I tell a tale of virtue and of injured innocence,Then my publishers and lawyers are the densest of the ...
Do You Think That I Do Not Know? (Henry Lawson Poems)
They say that I never have written of love,As a writer of songs should do;They say that I never could ...
To Jim (Henry Lawson Poems)
I gaze upon my son once more, With eyes and heart that tire,As solemnly he stands before The screen drawn round the ...
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 ...
Mary Lemaine (Henry Lawson Poems)
Jim Duff was a 'native,'as wild as could be;A stealer and duffer of cattle was he,But back in his youth ...
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 ...
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 Uncultured Rhymer To His Cultured Critics (Henry Lawson Poems)
Fight through ignorance, want, and care - Through the griefs that crush the spirit;Push your way to a fortune fair, And the ...
Gipsy Too (Henry Lawson Poems)
If they missed my face in Farmers' Arms When the landlord lit the lamp,They would grin and say in their country ...
Written Out [1] (Henry Lawson Poems)
Sing the song of the reckless, who care not what they do;Sing the song of a sinner and the song ...
Grace Jennings Carmicheal (Henry Lawson Poems)
I hate the pen, the foolscap fair, The poet's corner, and the page,For Grief and Death are written there, In every land ...