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 Sign & Symbol (27 Poems)
The Writer’s Dream (Henry Lawson Poems)
A writer wrote of the hearts of men, and he followed their tracks afar;For his was a spirit that forced ...
The God-Forgotte (Henry Lawson Poems)
PAT M'DURMER brought the tidings to the town of God-Forgotten : 'There are lively days before ye-commin Parlymint's dissolved!'And the boys ...
Pigeon Toes (Henry Lawson Poems)
A dusty clearing in the scrubs Of barren, western lands-Where, out of sight, or sign of hope The wretched school-house stands;A roof ...
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 ...
Riding Round the Lines (Henry Lawson Poems)
Dust and smoke against the sunrise out where grim disaster lurksAnd a broken sky-line looming like unfinished railway works,And a ...
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 Southerly Buster (Henry Lawson Poems)
There's a wind that blows out of the South in the drought, And we pray for the touch of his breathWhen ...
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 ...
’39’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
I only woke this morning To find the world is fair-I'm going on for forty, With scarcely one grey hair;I'm going on for ...
My Army, O, My Army! (Henry Lawson Poems)
My Army, O, my army! The time I dreamed of comes!I want to see your colours; I want to hear ...
A New John Bull (Henry Lawson Poems)
A tall, slight, English gentleman, With an eyeglass to his eye;He mostly says "Good-Bai" to you, When he means to say "Good-bye";He ...
A Prouder Man Than You (Henry Lawson Poems)
If you fancy that your people came of better stock than mine,If you hint of higher breeding by a word ...
Watching The Crows (Henry Lawson Poems)
A BUSHMAN got lost in a scrub in the North,And all the long morning the searchers went forth.They swore at ...
My Father-in-Law and I (Henry Lawson Poems)
MY father-in-law is a careworn man, And a silent man is he;But he summons a smile as well as he can Whenever ...
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 ...
Rewi to Grey: The Old Maori Chief’s Last Message (Henry Lawson Poems)
We have lived till these times, brother,We who lived in this;We have not grown old together,Soon our lives must close ...
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 ...
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 ...
Scots of the Riverina (Henry Lawson Poem)
The boy cleared out to the city from his home at harvest time -- They were Scots of the Riverina, ...
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 ...
The Never-Never Country (Henry Lawson Poem)
By homestead, hut, and shearing-shed, By railroad, coach, and track -- By lonely graves of our brave dead, Up-Country and ...
My Land and I (Henry Lawson Poem)
They have eaten their fill at your tables spread, Like friends since the land was won; And they rise with ...
Every Man Should have a Rifle (Henry Lawson Poem)
So I sit and write and ponder, while the house is deaf and dumb, Seeing visions "over yonder" of the ...
Here Died (Henry Lawson Poem)
There's many a schoolboy's bat and ball that are gathering dust at home, For he hears a voice in the ...
After All (Henry Lawson Poem)
The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone from the bush and town; My spirit revives in the morning breeze, ...
If you fancy that your people came of better stock than mine, (Henry Lawson Poem)
If you fancy that your people came of better stock than mine, If you hint of higher breeding by a ...