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 Success (29 Poems)
Brighten’s Sister-In-Law [or The Carrier’s Story] (Henry Lawson Poems)
AT A POINT where the old road crosses The river, and turns to the right,I'd camped with the team; and the ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 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 ...
Captain Von Esson of the “Sebastopol” (Henry Lawson Poems)
Of his beauty, or stature, or colour of hair I hadn't the slightest hint,But he comes to me as a little ...
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 Friends of Fallen Fortunes (Henry Lawson Poems)
The battlefield behind us, And night loomed on the track;The Friends of Fallen Fortunes Were riding at my back.Save those who lay ...
The Bard of Furthest Out (Henry Lawson Poems)
HE LONGED to be a Back-Blocks Bard, And fame he wished to win-He wrote at night and studied hard (He read The ...
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 ...
Golden Gully (Henry Lawson Poems)
No one lives in Golden Gully, for its golden days are o'er,And its clay shall never sully blucher-boots of diggers ...
A Voice from the City (Henry Lawson Poems)
On western plain and eastern hill Where once my fancy ranged,The station hands are riding still And they are little changed.But I ...
The Lady of the Motor Car (Henry Lawson Poems)
The Lady of the Motor-car she stareth straight ahead;Her face is like the stone, my friend, her face is like ...
A Dirge of Joy (Henry Lawson Poems)
Oh! this is a joyful dirge, my friends, and this is a hymn of praise;And this is a clamour of ...
At the Tug-O-War (Henry Lawson Poems)
'Twas in a tug-of-war where I-the guvnor's hope and pride-Stepped proudly on the platform as the ringer on my side;Old ...
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 Triumph of the People (Henry Lawson Poems)
LO, the gods of Vice and Mammon from their pinnacles are hurledBy the workers' new religion, which is oldest in ...
My Literary Friend (Henry Lawson Poems)
Once I wrote a little poem which I thought was very fine,And I showed the printer's copy to a critic ...
Success (Henry Lawson Poems)
Did you see that man riding past, With shoulders bowed with care?There's failure in his eyes to last, And in his heart ...
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 ...
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 ...
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. ...
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 ...
Reedy River (Henry Lawson Poem)
Ten miles down Reedy River A pool of water lies, And all the year it mirrors The changes in the ...
On the March (Henry Lawson Poem)
So the time seems come at last, And the drums go rolling past, And above them in the sunlight Labour's ...