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 Sadness (98 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 ...
The Ballad of the Elder Son (Henry Lawson Poems)
A son of elder sons I am, Whose boyhood days were cramped and scant,Through ages of domestic sham And family lies and ...
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 ...
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 Last Review (Henry Lawson Poems)
Turn the light down, nurse, and leave me, while I hold my last review,For the Bush is slipping from me, ...
Years After the War In Australia (Henry Lawson Poems)
The Big rough boys from the runs out back were first where the balls flew free,And yelled in the slang ...
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 ...
To Victor Daley (Henry Lawson Poems)
I THOUGHT that silence would be best, But I a call have heard,And, Victor, after all the rest, I well might say ...
That There Dog O’ Mine (Henry Lawson Poems)
Macquarie the shearer had met with an accident. To tell the truth, he had been in a drunken row at ...
Booth’s Drum [1] (Henry Lawson Poems)
They were "ratty" they were hooted by the meanest and the least,When they woke the Drum of Glory long ago ...
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 ...
Old Stone Chimney (Henry Lawson Poems)
The rising moon on the peaks was blending Her silver light with the sunset glow,When a swagman came as the day was ...
The Crucifixion [The Light of The World] (Henry Lawson Poems)
They sunk a post into the ground Where their leaders bade them stop;It was a man's height, and they spiked A crosspiece ...
Talbragar (Henry Lawson Poems)
JACK DENVER died on Talbragar when Christmas Eve began,And there was sorrow round the place, for Denver was a man;Jack ...
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, ...
The Rovers (Henry Lawson Poems)
Some born of homely parents For ages settled down-The steady generations Of village, farm, and town:And some of dusky fathers Who wandered since ...
The Bursting of the Boom (Henry Lawson Poems)
The shipping-office clerks are 'short,' the manager is gruff-'They cannot make reductions,' and 'the fares are low enough.'They ship us ...
The Jolly Dead March (Henry Lawson Poems)
If I ever be worthy or famous- Which I'm sadly beginning to doubt-When the angel whose place 'tis to name us Shall ...
The Secret Whisky Cure (Henry Lawson Poems)
'Tis no tale of heroism, 'tis no tale of storm and strife,But of ordinary boozing, and of dull domestic life-Of ...
The Motor Car (Henry Lawson Poems)
THE MOTOR CAR is sullen, like a thing that should not be;The motor car is master of Smart Society.'Twas born ...
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 ...
The Squatter, Three Cornstalks, and the Well (Henry Lawson Poems)
THERE WAS a Squatter in the land- So runs the truthful tale I tell-There also were three cornstalks, and There also was ...
The Ports of the Open Sea (Henry Lawson Poems)
Down here where the ships loom large in The gloom when the sea-storms veer,Down here on the south-west margin Of the western ...
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 ...
Since the Cities are the Cities (Henry Lawson Poems)
FOOLS can parrot-cry the prophet when the proof is close at hand,And the blind can see the danger when the ...
Rejected (Henry Lawson Poems)
She says she's very sorry, as she sees you to the gate; You calmly say 'Good-bye' to her while standing off ...
When You’re Bad in Your Inside (Henry Lawson Poems)
I REMARKED that man is saddest, and his heart is filled with woe,When he hasn't any money, and his pants ...
Written Afterwards (Henry Lawson Poems)
So the days of my tramping are over, And the days of my riding are done-I'm about as content as a ...