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 ...
Henry Lawson Poems on Time (89 Poems)
A Slight Misunderstanding at the Jasper Gate (Henry Lawson Poems)
Oh, do you hear the argument, far up above the skies?The voice of old Saint Peter, in expostulation rise?Growing shrill, ...
Australia’s Forgotten Flag (Henry Lawson Poems)
Oh! the Cross of deepest blue,With the bright stars shining through,That was raised, my sons, for you,On a skirt of ...
The Gathering of the Brown-Eyed (Henry Lawson Poems)
THE BROWN EYES came from Asia, where all mystery is true,Ere the masters of Soul Secrets dreamed of hazel, grey, ...
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 ...
Bill and Jim Fall Out (Henry Lawson Poems)
Bill and Jim are mates no longer-they would scorn the name of mate-Those two bushmen hate each other with a ...
Clinging Back (Henry Lawson Poems)
When you see a man come walking down through George Street loose and free,Suit of saddle tweed and soft shirt, ...
’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 ...
William Street (Henry Lawson Poems)
'Tis William Street, the link street, That seems to stand alone;'Tis William Street, the vague street, With terraces of stone:That starts with ...
The Men Who Come Behind (Henry Lawson Poems)
There's a class of men (and women) who are always on their guard-Cunning, treacherous, suspicious-feeling softly-grasping hard-Brainy, yet without the ...
Here’s Luck (Henry Lawson Poems)
Old Time is tramping close to-day-you hear his bluchers fall,A mighty change is on the way, an' God protect us ...
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 ...
The Bulletin Hotel (Henry Lawson Poems)
I was drifting in the drizzle past the Cecil in the Strand-Which, I'm told, is very tony-and its front looks ...
‘GS’ [or the Fourth Cook] (Henry Lawson Poems)
He has notions of Australia from the tales that he's been told-Land of leggings and revolvers, land of savages and ...
Fighting Hard (Henry Lawson Poems)
Rolling out to fight for England, singing songs across the sea;Rolling North to fight for England, and to fight for ...
The Three Kings [1] (Henry Lawson Poems)
The East is dead and the West is done, and again our course lies thusSouth-east by Fate and the Rising Sun ...
The Battling Days (Henry Lawson Poems)
So, sit you down in a straight-backed chair, with your pipe and your wife content,And cross your knees with your ...
The Federal City (Henry Lawson Poems)
OH! the folly, the waste, and the pity! Oh, the time that is flung behind!They are seeking a site for ...
The Hymn of the Socialists (Henry Lawson Poems)
By the bodies and minds and souls that rot in a common styeIn the city's offal-holes, where the dregs of ...
The Brass Well (Henry Lawson Poems)
'Tis a legend of the bushmen from the days of Cunningham,When he opened up the country and the early squatters ...
I’m an Older Man Than You (Henry Lawson Poems)
WHEN you've managed with the tailor for a rig-out of a sortAnd you find the coat or trousers are an ...
The Muscovy Duck (Henry Lawson Poems)
THE ROOSTER is a brainless dude, although he sports a crest,The hen's an awful fool we know, though hen-eggs are ...
The Heart of the Swag (Henry Lawson Poems)
Oh, the track through the scrub groweth ever more dreary, And lower and lower his grey head doth bow;For the swagman ...
The Patriotic League (Henry Lawson Poems)
BEHOLD! the biased foes of Right Are conscious of their danger,They're startled by the dawning light, So very long a stranger.And fearing ...
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 ...
The Memories They Bring (Henry Lawson Poems)
I would never waste the hours Of the time that is mine own,Writing verses about flowers For their own sweet sakes alone;Gushing ...
The Black Tracker (Or: Why He Lost The Track) (Henry Lawson Poems)
THERE was a tracker in the force Of wondrous sight (the story ran):-He never failed to track a horse, He never failed ...
Old North Sydney (Henry Lawson Poems)
THEY'RE shifting old North Sydney- Perhaps 'tis just as well-They're carting off the houses Where the old folks used to dwell.Where only ...
One-Man-One-Vote (Henry Lawson Poems)
"ONE-MAN-ONE-VOTE!" You hear the people shouting. The walls of Mammon tremble ere they fall.ONE-MAN-ONE-VOTE! Is this a time for doubting? The poets ...
The King (I) (Henry Lawson Poems)
AMONG the sons of Englishmen Full many feel like real tears,For, though he reigned but scarcely ten, He bore the burden many ...