Our Mistress and Our Queen (Henry Lawson Poems)
WE SET no right above hers, No earthly light nor star,She hath had many lovers, But not as lovers are:They all were ...
Henry Lawson Poems on Romantic Love (31 Poems)
The Bards Who Lived at Manly (Henry Lawson Poems)
The camp of high-class spielers, Who sneered in summer dress,And doo-dah dilettante, And scornful "venuses"-House agents, and storekeepers, All eager they to "bleed"-The bards ...
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 March of Ivan (Henry Lawson Poems)
Are you coming, Ivan, coming?-Ah, the ways are long and slow,In the vast land that we know not-and we never ...
The Boss Over the Board (Henry Lawson Poems)
When he's over a rough and unpopular shed,With the sins of the bank and the men on his head;When he ...
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 ...
Song of the Old Bullock-Driv (Henry Lawson Poems)
Far back in the days when the blacks used to ramble In long single file 'neath the evergreen tree,The wool-teams in ...
The Green-Hand Rouseabout (Henry Lawson Poems)
Call this hot? I beg your pardon. Hot!-you don't know what it means.(What's that, waiter? lamb or mutton! Thank you-mine ...
Skaal (Henry Lawson Poems)
While they struggle on exhausted, While they plough through bog and flood,While they drag their sick and wounded Where the tracks are ...
The Prime of Life (Henry Lawson Poems)
OH, the strength of the toil of those twenty years, with father, and master, and men!And the clearer brain of ...
The Old Stockman’s Lament (Henry Lawson Poems)
Wrap me up in me stockwhip and blanket, And bury me deep down below,Where this piffle and sham won't disgust me, In ...
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 ...
The Swagman and His Mate (Henry Lawson Poems)
FROM north to south throughout the year The shearing seasons run,The Queensland stations start to shear When Maoriland has done;But labour's cheap ...
‘GS’ [or the Fourth Cook] (Henry Lawson Poems)
He has notions of Australia from the tales that he's been told-Land of leggings and revolvers, land of savages and ...
But What’s The Use (Henry Lawson Poems)
But what's the use of writing 'bush'- Though editors demand it-For city folk, and farming folk, Can never understand it.They're blind to ...
‘The Seabolt’s Volunteers’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
They towed the Seabolt down the stream, And through the harbour's mouth;She spread her wings and sailed away To seek the sunny ...
Grey Wolves Grey (Henry Lawson Poems)
The Russian march is soft and slow,Through dust and heat, or slush and snow,When the Russian skies hang grey and ...
Sacred to the Memory of “Unknown” (Henry Lawson Poems)
Oh, the wild black swans fly westward still, While the sun goes down in glory-And away o'er lonely plain and hill Still ...
The Free Selector’s Daughter (Henry Lawson Poems)
I met her on the Lachlan Side —A darling girl I thought her,And ere I left I swore I'd winThe ...
As it was in the Beginning (Henry Lawson Poems)
As it was in the beginning, so we'll find it in the end,For a lover, or a brother, or a ...
‘Coralisle’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
Old Fairyland extended farFrom Russian steppes and hills of pine,From where the frozen water are,And thence across the German Rhine.The ...
To a Pair of Blucher Boots (Henry Lawson Poems)
OLD acquaintance unforgotten, Though you may be "ugly brutes"-Though your leather's cracked and rotten, Worn-out pair of Blucher boots.'Tis the richer man ...
The Grog-an’Grumble Steeplechase (Henry Lawson Poems)
'Twixt the coastline and the border lay the town of Grog-an'-Grumble In the days before the bushman was a dull ...
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 Paroo (Henry Lawson Poem)
It was a week from Christmas-time, As near as I remember, And half a year since, in the rear, We'd ...
Cherry- Tree Inn (Henry Lawson Poem)
The rafters are open to sun, moon, and star, Thistles and nettles grow high in the bar -- The chimneys ...
The Drover’s Sweetheart (Henry Lawson Poems)
An hour before the sun goes down Behind the ragged boughs, I go across the little run And bring the ...
In the Storm that is to come (Henry Lawson Poem)
By our place in the midst of the furthest seas we were fated to stand alone - When the nations ...
The Bush Girl (Henry Lawson Poem)
So you rode from the range where your brothers "select," Through the ghostly grey bush in the dawn--- You rode ...
The Free-Selector’s Daughter (Henry Lawson Poems)
I met her on the Lachlan Side -- A darling girl I thought her, And ere I left I swore ...