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 Hair (32 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 ...
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 ...
He Mourned His Master (Henry Lawson Poems)
INTRODUCTIONThe theme is ancient as the hills, With all their prehistoric glory;But yet of Corney and his friend, We've often longed to tell ...
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 Ballad of Mabel Clare (Henry Lawson Poems)
Ye children of the Land of Gold, I sing a song to you,And if the jokes are somewhat old, The main idea ...
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 ...
Peddling Round the World (Henry Lawson Poems)
When at first in foreign parts Was her flag unfurled,England was a Gipsy lass Peddling round the world.Sailing on the Spanish Main- Everywhere ...
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 ...
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 ...
Billys ‘Square Affair’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
Long Bill, the captain of the push, was tired of his estate,And wished to change his life and win the ...
The Shakedown on the Floor (Henry Lawson Poems)
Set me back for twenty summers- For I'm tired of cities now-Set my feet in red-soil furrows And my hands upon the ...
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 Peace Maker (Henry Lawson Poems)
It has a "point" of neither sex But comes in guise of both,And, doubly dangerous complex, It is a thing to loathe-A ...
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 ...
Bill and Jim Fall Out (Henry Lawson Poems)
Bill and Jim are mates no longer-they would scorn the name of mate-Those two bushmen hate each other with a ...
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, ...
’39’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
I only woke this morning To find the world is fair-I'm going on for forty, With scarcely one grey hair;I'm going on 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 ...
My Wife’s Second Husband (Henry Lawson Poems)
THE WORLD goes round, old fellow, And still I'm in the swim,While my wife's second husband Is growing old and grim.I meet ...
The Cattle-Dog’s (Henry Lawson Poems)
The Plains lay bare on the homeward route,And the march was heavy on man and brute;For the Spirit of Drought ...
‘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 ...
Barta (Henry Lawson Poems)
Wide solemn eyes that question me, Wee hand that pats my head-Where only two have stroked before, And both of them are ...
‘Jack Robertson’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
HOW OFT in public meetings past, Where sense was not and talk was loud,We caught a glimpse of long white hair Upon ...
Untitled (Henry Lawson Poems)
When his heart is growing bitter and his hair is growing grey,And he hears the debt-collector knocking several times a ...
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 ...