The Old Mile-Tree (Henry Lawson Poems)
OLD coach-road West by Nor'-ward- Old mile-tree by the track:A dead branch pointing forward, And a dead branch pointing back.And still in ...
Henry Lawson Poems on Gold (59 Poems)
The Legend of Mammon Castle (Henry Lawson Poems)
IN THE days that will be olden after many years are gone,Ere the world emerged from darkness floating out into ...
A Prouder Man Than You (Henry Lawson Poems)
If you fancy that your people came of better stock than mine,If you hint of higher breeding by a word ...
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 ...
To The Irish Delegates (Henry Lawson Poems)
FAREWELL! The gold we send shall be a token Of that which in our hearts is growing strong;You asked our sympathy, ...
The Way of the World (Henry Lawson Poems)
When fairer faces turn from me, And gayer friends grow cold,And I have lost through poverty The friendship bought with gold;When I ...
He’s Gone to England for a Wife (Henry Lawson Poems)
HE'S GONE to England for a wife Among the ladies there;And yet I know a lass he deemed The rarest of the ...
The Western Stars (Henry Lawson Poems)
On my blankets I was lyin'Too tired to lift my head,An' the long hot day was dyin'An' I wished that ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 Cambaroora Star (Henry Lawson Poem)
So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy ...
The Dons of Spain (Henry Lawson Poem)
The Eagle screams at the beck of trade, so Spain, as the world goes round, Must wrestle the right to ...
The Wander-Light (Henry Lawson Poem)
And they heard the tent-poles clatter, And the fly in twain was torn - 'Tis the soiled rag of a ...
Queen Hilda of Virland (Henry Lawson Poem)
PART I Queen Hilda rode along the lines, And she was young and fair; And forward on her shoulders fell ...
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 ...
The Vagabond (Henry Lawson Poem)
White handkerchiefs wave from the short black pier As we glide to the grand old sea -- But the song ...
Australian Engineers (Henry Lawson Poem)
Ah, well! but the case seems hopeless, and the pen might write in vain; The people gabble of old things ...
To Be Amused (Henry Lawson Poem)
You ask me to be gay and glad While lurid clouds of danger loom, And vain and bad and gambling ...
The Fight at Eureka Stockade (Henry Lawson Poem)
"Was I at Eureka?" His figure was drawn to a youthful height, And a flood of proud recollections made the ...
The Ghost (Henry Lawson Poem)
Down the street as I was drifting with the city's human tide, Came a ghost, and for a moment walked ...
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 ...
Eureka (Henry Lawson Poem)
Roll up, Eureka's heroes, on that grand Old Rush afar, For Lalor's gone to join you in the big camp ...
Waratah and Wattle (Henry Lawson Poem)
Though poor and in trouble I wander alone, With rebel cockade in my hat, Though friends may desert me, and ...
On The Night Train (Henry Lawson Poem)
Have you seen the bush by moonlight, from the train, go running by? Blackened log and stump and sapling, ghostly ...
The Iron Wedding Rings (Henry Lawson Poem)
In these days of peace and money, free to all the Commonweal, There are ancient dames in Buckland wearing wedding ...
In the Street (Henry Lawson Poem)
Where the needle-woman toils Through the night with hand and brain, Till the sickly daylight shudders like a spectre at ...
The Roaring Days (Henry Lawson Poem)
The night too quickly passes And we are growing old, So let us fill our glasses And toast the Days ...
If you fancy that your people came of better stock than mine, (Henry Lawson Poem)
If you fancy that your people came of better stock than mine, If you hint of higher breeding by a ...