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 Lies & Deceit (39 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, ...
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 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 ...
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, ...
Cypher Seven [07] (Henry Lawson Poems)
The nearer camp fires lighted, The distant beacons bright-The horsemen on the skyline Are closing in to-night!My brothers, Oh my brothers! Lie down ...
Nemesis (Henry Lawson Poems)
It is night-time when the saddest and the darkest memories haunt,When outside the printing office the most glaring posters flaunt,When ...
The Australian Marseillaise (Henry Lawson Poems)
SING the strong, proud song of Labour, Toss the ringing music high;Liberty's a nearer neighbour Than she was in days gone by.Workmen's ...
The Afterglow (Henry Lawson Poems)
OH, for the fire that used to glow In those my days of old!I never thought a man could grow So callous ...
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 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, ...
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 ...
The Three Kings [1] (Henry Lawson Poems)
The East is dead and the West is done, and again our course lies thusSouth-east by Fate and the Rising Sun ...
The Federal City (Henry Lawson Poems)
OH! the folly, the waste, and the pity! Oh, the time that is flung behind!They are seeking a site for ...
Young Kings and Old (Henry Lawson Poems)
The Young King fights in the trenches and the Old King fights in the rear-Because he is old and feeble, ...
Eurunderee [Pt 1] (Henry Lawson Poems)
There are scenes in the distance where beauty is not,On the desolate flats where gaunt appletrees rot.Where the brooding old ...
The Men Who Live It Down (Henry Lawson Poems)
I have sinned, like others, blindly, without thought and without fear,And my best friends say it kindly, 'You should go ...
Genoa (Henry Lawson Poems)
A long farewell to Genoa That rises to the skies,Where the barren coast of Italy Like our own coastline lies.A sad farewell ...
Johnson, alias Crow (Henry Lawson Poems)
Where the seasons are divided and the bush begins to change,and the links are rather broken in the Great Dividing ...
Heed Not! (Henry Lawson Poems)
Heed not the cock-sure tourist, Seeing with English eyes;Stroked at the banquet table Still, with the old stock lies-Pet of a social ...
Ireland Shall Rebel (Henry Lawson Poems)
WHILE tyrants rule the land, Beneath the Irish skies;While e'er the iron hand Upon our people lies;While sons are driven forth In other ...
The King (I) (Henry Lawson Poems)
AMONG the sons of Englishmen Full many feel like real tears,For, though he reigned but scarcely ten, He bore the burden many ...
‘Broken Axletree’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
On the Track of Grand Endeavour, on the long track out to Bourke,Past the Turn-Back, and past Howlong, and the ...
The Pride That Comes After (Henry Lawson Poems)
It knows it all, it knows it all, The world of groans and laughter,It sneers of pride before a fall, But the ...
Success (Henry Lawson Poems)
Did you see that man riding past, With shoulders bowed with care?There's failure in his eyes to last, And in his heart ...
The Bonny Port of Sydney (Henry Lawson Poems)
The lovely Port of Sydney Lies laughing to the sky,The bonny Port of Sydney, Where the ships of nations lie.You shall never see ...
To “Doc” Wylie (Henry Lawson Poems)
THOUGH doctors may your name discard And say you physicked vilely,I would I were as good a bard As you a doctor, ...
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 ...