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, ...
Henry Lawson Poems on Fool (34 Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
‘Possum’ A Lay of New Chumland (Henry Lawson Poems)
SO YER trav'lin' for yer pleasure while yer writin' for the press?An' yer huntin' arter "copy"?-well, I've heer'd o' that. ...
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 ...
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 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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
The Song of a Prison (Henry Lawson Poems)
Now this is the song of a prison-a song of a gaol or jug-A ballad of quod or of chokey, ...
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 ...
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 Southerly Buster (Henry Lawson Poems)
There's a wind that blows out of the South in the drought, And we pray for the touch of his breathWhen ...
Since the Cities are the Cities (Henry Lawson Poems)
FOOLS can parrot-cry the prophet when the proof is close at hand,And the blind can see the danger when the ...
The Skyline Riders (Henry Lawson Poems)
Against the light of a dawning white My Skyline Riders stand-There is trouble ahead for a dark year dead And the selfish ...
`Sez You’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet,And across the distant timber you can SEE the flowing ...
The Bush Beyond the Range (Henry Lawson Poems)
FROM Crow's Nest here by Sydney town Where crows had nests of oldI see the Range where day goes down- The dim ...
The Scamps (Henry Lawson Poems)
Of home, name and wealth and ambition bereft- We are children of fortune and luck:They deny there's a shred of our ...
The Little Czar (Henry Lawson Poems)
Oh, Great White Czar of Russia, who hid your face and ran,You've flung afar the grandest chance that ever came ...
To-Morrow (Henry Lawson Poems)
When you're suffering hard for your sins, old man, When you wake to trouble and sleep ill-Oh, this is the clack ...
Take It Fightin’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
WHEN you've got no chance at all, Take it fightin'.When you're driven to the wall, Take it fightin'.There are things that we ...
Sez You’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet, And across the distant timber you can SEE 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 ...
Marshall’s Mate (Henry Lawson Poems)
You almost heard the surface bake, and saw the gum-leaves turn -- You could have watched the grass scorch brown ...
Sez You (Henry Lawson Poem)
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet, And across the distant timber you can SEE the ...
Dan, The Wreck (Henry Lawson Poem)
Tall, and stout, and solid-looking, Yet a wreck; None would think Death's finger's hooking Him from deck. Cause of half ...
The Vagabond (Henry Lawson Poem)
White handkerchiefs wave from the short black pier As we glide to the grand old sea -- But the song ...