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 ...
Henry Lawson Poems on Smiling (28 Poems)
One Hundred and Three (Henry Lawson Poems)
With the frame of a man, and the face of a boy, and a manner strangely wild,And the great, wide, ...
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 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, ...
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 ...
The Spirits of Our Fathers (Henry Lawson Poems)
THE SPIRITS of our fathers rise not from every wave,They left the sea behind them long ago;It was many years ...
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 ...
The Vote of Thanks Debate (Henry Lawson Poems)
THE OTHER NIGHT I got the blues and tried to smile in vain.I couldn't chuck a chuckle at the foolery ...
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 ...
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 ...
When the Ladies Come to the Shearing Shed (Henry Lawson Poems)
'THE LADIES are coming,' the super says To the shearers sweltering there,And 'the ladies' means in the shearing shed: 'Don't cut 'em ...
The Shakedown on the Floor (Henry Lawson Poems)
Set me back for twenty summers- For I'm tired of cities now-Set my feet in red-soil furrows And my hands upon the ...
A Little Mistake (Henry Lawson Poems)
'Tis a yarn I heard of a new-chum 'trap' On the edge of the Never-Never,Where the dead men lie and the ...
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 Uncultured Rhymer To His Cultured Critics (Henry Lawson Poems)
Fight through ignorance, want, and care - Through the griefs that crush the spirit;Push your way to a fortune fair, And the ...
Gipsy Too (Henry Lawson Poems)
If they missed my face in Farmers' Arms When the landlord lit the lamp,They would grin and say in their country ...
Those Foreign Engineers (Henry Lawson Poems)
Old Ivan McIvanovitch, with knitted brow of care,Has climbed up from the engine-room to get a breath of air;He slowly ...
Andy’s Return (Henry Lawson Poems)
With pannikins all rusty, And billy burnt and black,And clothes all torn and dusty, That scarcely hide his back;With sun-cracked saddle-leather, And knotted ...
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 ...
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 ...
Kerosine Bay (Henry Lawson Poems)
'Tis strange on such a peaceful dayWith white clouds flying o'er,That foreign boats are in the bayAs prisoners of war.The ...
Laughing and Sneering (Henry Lawson Poems)
WHAT tho' the world does me ill turns And cares my life environ;I'd sooner laugh with Bobbie Burns Than sneer with titl'd ...
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.', ...
Queen Hilda of Virland (Henry Lawson Poem)
PART I Queen Hilda rode along the lines, And she was young and fair; And forward on her shoulders fell ...
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 ...
Jack Dunn of Nevertire (Henry Lawson Poem)
It chanced upon the very day we'd got the shearing done, A buggy brought a stranger to the West-o'-Sunday Run; ...
To Hannah (Henry Lawson Poem)
Spirit girl to whom 'twas given To revisit scenes of pain, From the hell I thought was Heaven You have ...