Henry Lawson

(17 June 1867 – 2 September 1922 / Grenfell, New South Wales)

Henry Lawson Poems

361. The Old, Old Story And The New Order 3/26/2010
362. The Other Gum 3/26/2010
363. The Outside Track 3/26/2010
364. The Paroo 1/1/2004
365. The Passing Of Scotty 3/27/2010
366. The Patriotic League 3/27/2010
367. The Patteran 3/27/2010
368. The Pavement Stones :A Song Of The Unemployed 3/27/2010
369. The Peace Maker 3/27/2010
370. The Pink Carnation 3/27/2010
371. The Poets Of The Tomb 12/31/2002
372. The Port O'Call 3/27/2010
373. The Ports Of The Open Sea 3/27/2010
374. The Pride That Comes After 3/27/2010
375. The Prime Of Life 3/27/2010
376. The Professional Wanderer 1/1/2004
377. The Rebel 3/27/2010
378. The Rhyme Of The Three Greybeards 1/1/2004
379. The Roaring Days 12/31/2002
380. The Rose 3/27/2010
381. The Route March 3/27/2010
382. The Rovers 3/27/2010
383. The Rush To London 3/27/2010
384. The Scamps 3/27/2010
385. The Scots [a Dirge] 3/27/2010
386. The Seabolt's Volunteers 3/27/2010
387. The Seabolt's Volunteers 3/29/2010
388. The Secret Whisky Cure 3/27/2010
389. The Separated Women 3/27/2010
390. The Separation 3/27/2010
391. The Shakedown On The Floor 3/27/2010
392. The Shame Of Going Back 12/31/2002
393. The Shanty On The Rise 12/31/2002
394. The Shearers 1/1/2004
395. The Shearers Dream 1/1/2004
396. The Ships That Won'T Go Down 1/1/2004
397. The Skyline Riders 3/27/2010
398. The Sleeping Beauty 3/27/2010
399. The Sliprails And The Spur 12/31/2002
400. The Soldier Birds 3/29/2010
Best Poem of Henry Lawson

After All


The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone from the bush and town;
My spirit revives in the morning breeze,
though it died when the sun went down;
The river is high and the stream is strong,
and the grass is green and tall,
And I fain would think that this world of ours is a good world after all.

The light of passion in dreamy eyes, and a page of truth well read,
The glorious thrill in a heart grown cold of the spirit I thought was dead,
A song that goes to a comrade's heart, and a tear of pride let fall --
And my soul is strong! and the ...

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At The Beating Of A Drum

Fear ye not the stormy future, for the Battle Hymn is strong,
And the armies of Australia shall not march without a song;
The glorious words and music of Australia's song shall come
When her true hearts rush together at the beating of a drum.

We may not be there to hear it – 'twill be written in the night,
And Australia's foes shall fear it in the hour before the fight.
The glorious words and music from a lonely heart shall come
When our sons shall rush to danger at the beating o

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