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 ...
Henry Lawson Poems on Sadness (98 Poems)
The Water Lily (Henry Lawson Poems)
A lonely young wife In her dreaming discerns A lily-decked pool With a border of ferns, And a beautiful child, With butterfly wings,Trips down to ...
In The Day’s When We Are Dead (Henry Lawson Poems)
Listen! The end draws nearer, Nearer the morning-or night-And I see with a vision clearer That the beginning was right!These shall be ...
Till All the Bad Things Came Untrue (Henry Lawson Poems)
BY blacksoil plains burned grey with drought Where desert shrubs and grasses grow,Along the Land of Furthest Out That only Overlanders know.I ...
Coomera (Henry Lawson Poems)
THERE'S a pretty little story with a touch of moonlit glory Comes from Beenleigh on the Logan, but we don't know ...
To-Morrow (Henry Lawson Poems)
When you're suffering hard for your sins, old man, When you wake to trouble and sleep ill-Oh, this is the clack ...
Cinderella (Henry Lawson Poems)
A lonely child with toil o'ertaxed, Sits Cinderella by the fire;Her limbs in weariness relaxed, And in her eyes a sad desire.But ...
The Cliffs (Henry Lawson Poems)
They sing of the grandeur of cliffs inland,But the cliffs of the ocean are truly grand;And I long to wander ...
Callaghan’s Hotel (Henry Lawson Poems)
There's the same old coaching stable that was used by Cobb and Co.,And the yard the coaches stood in more than ...
When Your Sins Come Home to Roost (Henry Lawson Poems)
When you fear the barber's mirror when you go to get a crop,Or in sorrow every morning comb your hair ...
The Babies of Walloon (Henry Lawson Poems)
He was lengthsman on the railway, and his station scarce deservedThat "pre-eminence in sorrow" of the Majesty he served,But as dear ...
Knockin’ Around (Henry Lawson Poems)
Weary old wife, with the bucket and cow,'How's your son Jack? and where is he now?'Haggard old eyes that turn ...
Beaten Back (Henry Lawson Poems)
BEATEN back in sad dejection, After years of weary toilOn that burning hot selection Where the drought has gorged his spoil.All in ...
New Life, New Love (Henry Lawson Poems)
The breezes blow on the river below, And the fleecy clouds float high,And I mark how the dark green gum trees ...
To The Irish Delegates (Henry Lawson Poems)
FAREWELL! The gold we send shall be a token Of that which in our hearts is growing strong;You asked our sympathy, ...
Nineteen Nine (Henry Lawson Poems)
There's a light out there in the nearer east In the dawn of Nineteen Nine;There's the old ghost light in the salty ...
The Waving of the Red (Henry Lawson Poems)
It is a sad and cruel fate the country's coming to,And there's no use in striking, 'so what are we ...
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 ...
Rain in the Mountains (Henry Lawson Poems)
The Valley's full of misty cloud, Its tinted beauty drowning,The Eucalypti roar aloud, The mountain fronts are frowning.The mist is hanging like ...
His Brother’s Keeper (Henry Lawson Poems)
By his paths through the parched desolation,Hot rides and the terrible tramps;By the hunger, the thirst, the privationOf his work ...
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 ...
Mount Bukaroo (Henry Lawson Poem)
Only one old post is standing -- Solid yet, but only one -- Where the milking, and the branding, And ...
Trooper Campbell (Henry Lawson Poem)
One day old Trooper Campbell Rode out to Blackman's Run, His cap-peak and his sabre Were glancing in the sun. ...
Sweeney (Henry Lawson Poem)
It was somewhere in September, and the sun was going down, When I came, in search of `copy', to a ...
Peter Anderson And Co. (Henry Lawson Poem)
He had offices in Sydney, not so many years ago, And his shingle bore the legend `Peter Anderson and Co.', ...
Borderland (Henry Lawson Poem)
I am back from up the country -- very sorry that I went -- Seeking for the Southern poets' land ...
In The Days When The World Was Wide (Henry Lawson Poem)
The world is narrow and ways are short, and our lives are dull and slow, For little is new where ...
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 Christ of the ‘Never’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
With eyes that are narrowed to pierce To the awful horizons of land, Through the blaze of hot days, and ...
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 ...