Mostly Slavonic (Henry Lawson Poems)
I.-Peter MichaelovIt was Peter the Barbarian put an apron in his bagAnd rolled up the honoured bundle that Australians call ...
Henry Lawson Poems on Poets (32 Poems)
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 ...
Constable M’Carty’s Investigatio (Henry Lawson Poems)
Most unpleasantly adjacent to the haunts of lower orders Stood a 'terrace' in the city when the current year began,And a ...
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 ...
The Men Who Made Australia (Henry Lawson Poems)
There'll be royal times in Sydney for the Cuff and Collar Push, There'll be lots of dreary drivel and clap-trapFrom the ...
Antony Villa (Henry Lawson Poems)
Over there, above the jetty, stands the mansion of the Vardens,With a tennis ground and terrace, and a flagstaff in ...
The Alleys (Henry Lawson Poems)
I was welcome in a palace when the ball was at my feet,I was petted in a garden and my ...
The Leader and the Bad Girl (Henry Lawson Poems)
BECAUSE HE had sinned and suffered, because he loved the land,And because of his wonderful sympathy, he held men's hearts ...
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 ...
In the Height of Fashion (Henry Lawson Poems)
SO at last a toll they'll levy For the passing fool who sings-Take the harp grown dull and heavy (With the dried ...
The Bard of Furthest Out (Henry Lawson Poems)
HE LONGED to be a Back-Blocks Bard, And fame he wished to win-He wrote at night and studied hard (He read The ...
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 ...
Golden Gully (Henry Lawson Poems)
No one lives in Golden Gully, for its golden days are o'er,And its clay shall never sully blucher-boots of diggers ...
Above Crow’s Nest [Sydney] (Henry Lawson Poems)
A BLANKET low and leaden, Though rent across the west,Whose darkness seems to deaden The brightest and the best;A sunset white and ...
And What Have You To Say? (Henry Lawson Poems)
I MIND the days when ladies fair Helped on my overcoat,And tucked the silken handkerchief About my precious throat;They used to see ...
A Word from the Bards (Henry Lawson Poems)
IT IS New Year's Day and I rise to state that here on the Sydney sideThe Bards have commenced to ...
Otherside (Henry Lawson Poems)
SOMEWHERE in the mystic future, on the road to Paradise,There's a very pleasant country that I've dreamed of once or ...
Written Out [1] (Henry Lawson Poems)
Sing the song of the reckless, who care not what they do;Sing the song of a sinner and the song ...
Grace Jennings Carmicheal (Henry Lawson Poems)
I hate the pen, the foolscap fair, The poet's corner, and the page,For Grief and Death are written there, In every land ...
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 ...
Will Yer Write It Down for Me? (Henry Lawson Poems)
In the parlour of the shanty where the lives have all gone wrong,When a singer or reciter gives a story ...
Lay Your Ears Back and Fight (Henry Lawson Poems)
WHEN you drink of what the poets rave about as "sorrer's cup",And yer mouth, in spite of laughin', gits a ...
They Can Only Drag You Down (Henry Lawson Poems)
Leader, poet, singer, artist, who have struggled long and won,Though the climbing is behind you, now the battle has begun,Shut ...
The Other Gum (Henry Lawson Poems)
Well Boory, I have read your "grin",And listened to your whine;I only wish you'd sent it inBefore I printed mine.You ...
The Two Poets (Henry Lawson Poems)
Two poets were born where the skies were fair,To live in the land thereafter;And one was a singer of sorrow ...
Poverty (Henry Lawson Poems)
I HATE this grinding poverty- To toil, and pinch, and borrow,And be for ever haunted by The spectre of to-morrow.It breaks the ...
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 ...
Corny Bill (Henry Lawson Poem)
His old clay pipe stuck in his mouth, His hat pushed from his brow, His dress best fitted for the ...
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 ...
Australian Bards And Bush Reviewers (Henry Lawson Poem)
While you use your best endeavour to immortalise in verse The gambling and the drink which are your country's greatest ...