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 Winter (14 Poems)
A Fantasy of War (Henry Lawson Poems)
From Australia.OH, tell me, God of Battles! Oh, say what is to come!The King is in his trenches, the millionaire ...
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 ...
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 ...
`Sez You’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet,And across the distant timber you can SEE the flowing ...
When the Bear Comes Back Again (Henry Lawson Poems)
Oh, the scene is wide an' dreary an' the sun is settin' red,An' the grey-black sky of winter's comin' closer ...
Second Class wait here (Henry Lawson Poems)
At suburban railway stations—-you may see them as you pass—-there are signboards on the platform saying "Wait here second class,"And ...
Sydney-Side (Henry Lawson Poems)
Where's the steward?-Bar-room steward? Berth? Oh, any berth will do-I have left a three-pound billet just to come along with ...
The Bonny Port of Sydney (Henry Lawson Poems)
The lovely Port of Sydney Lies laughing to the sky,The bonny Port of Sydney, Where the ships of nations lie.You shall never see ...
Sez You’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet, And across the distant timber you can SEE the ...
Sez You (Henry Lawson Poem)
When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet, And across the distant timber you can SEE the ...
The Sliprails And The Spur (Henry Lawson Poem)
The colours of the setting sun Withdrew across the Western land- He raised the sliprails, one by one, And shot ...
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 ...
The Old Bark School (Henry Lawson Poem)
It was built of bark and poles, and the floor was full of holes Where each leak in rainy weather ...