When the Children Come Home (Henry Lawson Poem)
On a lonely selection far out in the West An old woman works all the day without rest, And she ...
Henry Lawson Poems (510 Poems)
Australia’s Peril (Henry Lawson Poems)
We must suffer, husband and father, we must suffer, daughter and son, For the wrong we have taken part in ...
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 ...
In the Storm that is to come (Henry Lawson Poem)
By our place in the midst of the furthest seas we were fated to stand alone - When the nations ...
Past Carin’ (Henry Lawson Poems)
Now up and down the siding brown The great black crows are flyin', And down below the spur, I know, ...
The Loveable Characters (Henry Lawson Poem)
I long for the streets but the Lord knoweth best, For there I am never a saint; There are lovable ...
A Song of the Republic (Henry Lawson Poem)
Sons of the South, awake! arise! Sons of the South, and do. Banish from under your bonny skies Those old-world ...
As far as your Rifles Cover (Henry Lawson Poem)
Do you think, you slaves of a thousand years to poverty, wealth and pride, You can crush the spirit that ...
Ben Duggan (Henry Lawson Poem)
Jack Denver died on Talbragar when Christmas Eve began, And there was sorrow round the place, for Denver was a ...
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 ...
The Cockney Soul (Henry Lawson Poem)
From Woolwich and Brentford and Stamford Hill, from Richmond into the Strand, Oh, the Cockney soul is a silent soul ...
To An Old Mate (Henry Lawson Poem)
Old Mate! In the gusty old weather, When our hopes and our troubles were new, In the years spent in ...
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 ...
The Shame of Going Back (Henry Lawson Poem)
The Shame of Going Back And the reason of your failure isn't anybody's fault -- When you haven't got a ...
The Fight at Eureka Stockade (Henry Lawson Poem)
"Was I at Eureka?" His figure was drawn to a youthful height, And a flood of proud recollections made the ...
The Ships that Won’t Go Down (Henry Lawson Poems)
We hear a great commotion 'Bout the ship that comes to grief, That founders in mid-ocean, Or is driven on ...
Taking His Chance (Henry Lawson Poem)
They stood by the door of the Inn on the Rise; May Carney looked up in the bushranger's eyes: `Oh! ...
The Old Jimmy Woodser (Henry Lawson Poem)
The old Jimmy Woodser comes into the bar Unwelcomed, unnoticed, unknown, Too old and too odd to be drunk with, ...
The Ghost (Henry Lawson Poem)
Down the street as I was drifting with the city's human tide, Came a ghost, and for a moment walked ...
Eureka (Henry Lawson Poem)
Roll up, Eureka's heroes, on that grand Old Rush afar, For Lalor's gone to join you in the big camp ...
The Shearers Dream (Henry Lawson Poem)
O I dreamt I shore in a shearing shed and it was a dream of joy For every one of ...
The Bush Girl (Henry Lawson Poem)
So you rode from the range where your brothers "select," Through the ghostly grey bush in the dawn--- You rode ...
The Heart of Australia (Henry Lawson Poem)
When the wars of the world seemed ended, and silent the distant drum, Ten years ago in Australia, I wrote ...
When Your Pants Begin to Go (Henry Lawson Poem)
When you wear a cloudy collar and a shirt that isn't white, And you cannot sleep for thinking how you'll ...
Waratah and Wattle (Henry Lawson Poem)
Though poor and in trouble I wander alone, With rebel cockade in my hat, Though friends may desert me, and ...
The Glass On The Bar (Henry Lawson Poem)
Three bushmen one morning rode up to an inn, And one of them called for the drinks with a grin; ...
The Shearers (Henry Lawson Poem)
No church-bell rings them from the Track, No pulpit lights theirblindness-- 'Tis hardship, drought, and homelessness That teach those Bushmen ...
Wide Spaces (Henry Lawson Poem)
When the man I was denounces all the things that I was not, When the true souls stand like granite, ...
The Blue Mountains (Henry Lawson Poem)
Above the ashes straight and tall, Through ferns with moisture dripping, I climb beneath the sandstone wall, My feet on ...
How the Land was Won (Henry Lawson Poem)
The future was dark and the past was dead As they gazed on the sea once more - But a ...