The Patriotic League (Henry Lawson Poems)
BEHOLD! the biased foes of Right Are conscious of their danger,They're startled by the dawning light, So very long a stranger.And fearing ...
Henry Lawson Poems on People (59 Poems)
The Triumph of the People (Henry Lawson Poems)
LO, the gods of Vice and Mammon from their pinnacles are hurledBy the workers' new religion, which is oldest in ...
My Literary Friend (Henry Lawson Poems)
Once I wrote a little poem which I thought was very fine,And I showed the printer's copy to a critic ...
Spread the Truth! (Henry Lawson Poems)
BRAVE the anger of the wealthy! Scorn their bitter lying spite!Tell the Truth in simple language, when you know that ...
One-Man-One-Vote (Henry Lawson Poems)
"ONE-MAN-ONE-VOTE!" You hear the people shouting. The walls of Mammon tremble ere they fall.ONE-MAN-ONE-VOTE! Is this a time for doubting? The poets ...
An Australian Advertisement (Henry Lawson Poems)
WE WANT the man who will lead the van, The man who will pioneer.We have no use for the gentleman, Or the ...
The Separation (Henry Lawson Poems)
We knew too little of the world, And you and I were good-'Twas paltry things that wrecked our lives As well I ...
‘Twas a Land Set Apart (Henry Lawson Poems)
'Twas a land set apart for a nationPredestined for times like these -Se apart, in the Great Creation,By its place ...
To Tom Bracken (Henry Lawson Poems)
O HAD you tracked where Kendall* trod I think you would be kneelin'Three times a week and thankin' God That you are ...
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 ...
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 ...
For’ard’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep, For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away ...
The Song of the Darling River (Henry Lawson Poem)
The skies are brass and the plains are bare, Death and ruin are everywhere -- And all that is left ...
The Man Who Raised Charlestown (Henry Lawson Poem)
They were hanging men in Buckland who would not cheer King George - The parson from his pulpit and the ...
The League of Nations (Henry Lawson Poem)
Light on the towns and cities, and peace for evermore! The Big Five met in the world's light as many ...
The Poets Of The Tomb (Henry Lawson Poem)
The world has had enough of bards who wish that they were dead, 'Tis time the people passed a law ...
The Song of Australia (Henry Lawson Poem)
The centuries found me to nations unknown - My people have crowned me and made me a throne; My royal ...
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 ...
The City Bushman (Henry Lawson Poem)
It was pleasant up the country, City Bushman, where you went, For you sought the greener patches and you travelled ...
Ben Duggan (Henry Lawson Poem)
Jack Denver died on Talbragar when Christmas Eve began, And there was sorrow round the place, for Denver was a ...
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 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 ...
When Your Pants Begin to Go (Henry Lawson Poem)
When you wear a cloudy collar and a shirt that isn't white, And you cannot sleep for thinking how you'll ...
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 ...
Jack Dunn of Nevertire (Henry Lawson Poem)
It chanced upon the very day we'd got the shearing done, A buggy brought a stranger to the West-o'-Sunday Run; ...
For Australia (Henry Lawson Poem)
Now, with the wars of the world begun, they'll listen to you and me, Now while the frightened nations run ...
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 ...
Faces In The Street (Henry Lawson Poem)
They lie, the men who tell us for reasons of their own That want is here a stranger, and that ...
The Rhyme of the Three Greybeards (Henry Lawson Poem)
He'd been for years in Sydney "a-acting of the goat", His name was Joseph Swallow, "the Great Australian Pote", In ...