Henry Lawson

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

Henry Lawson Poems

161. My Land And I 1/1/2004
162. My Literary Friend 3/26/2010
163. My Wife’s Second Husband 3/26/2010
164. Ned’s Delicate Way 3/26/2010
165. Nemesis 3/26/2010
166. Never, Never Land 3/26/2010
167. New Life, New Love 3/26/2010
168. Next Door 3/26/2010
169. Nineteen Nine 3/26/2010
170. O Cupid, Cupid; Get Your Bow! 3/26/2010
171. O'Hara, J.P. 3/26/2010
172. Old North Sydney 3/26/2010
173. Old Stone Chimney 3/26/2010
174. Old Tunes 3/26/2010
175. On Looking Through An Old Punishment Book [at Eurunderee School] 3/26/2010
176. On The March 1/1/2004
177. On The Night Train 1/1/2004
178. On The Summit Of Mt. Clarence 3/29/2010
179. On The Wallaby 1/3/2003
180. One Hundred And Three 3/29/2010
181. Only A Sod 3/29/2010
182. Otherside 3/29/2010
183. Our Mistress And Our Queen 3/29/2010
184. Out Back 12/31/2002
185. Out On The Roofs Of Hell 3/26/2010
186. Outback 1/1/2004
187. Outside 3/29/2010
188. Outside 3/26/2010
189. Over The Ranges And Into The West 3/26/2010
190. Past Carin' 12/31/2002
191. Peddling Round The World 3/26/2010
192. Peter Anderson And Co. 12/31/2002
193. Pigeon Toes 3/26/2010
194. Possum A Lay Of New Chumland 3/29/2010
195. Poverty 3/26/2010
196. Queen Hilda Of Virland 1/1/2004
197. Rain In The Mountains 3/29/2010
198. Reedy River 1/1/2004
199. Rejected 3/26/2010
200. Republican Pioneers 1/1/2004
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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