Henry Lawson

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

Henry Lawson Poems

1. The King Of Our Republic 3/26/2010
2. The Labour Agitator 3/26/2010
3. The Spirits Of Our Fathers 3/27/2010
4. The Statue Of Our Queen 3/27/2010
5. The Three Kings [1] 3/27/2010
6. The Tracks That Lie By India 3/27/2010
7. The Triumph Of The People 3/27/2010
8. The Two Poets 3/27/2010
9. The Two Samaritans And The Tramp 3/27/2010
10. To The Irish Delegates 3/27/2010
11. The Squatter, Three Cornstalks, And The Well 3/27/2010
12. The Song Of The Waste-Paper Basket 3/27/2010
13. The Sorrows Of A Simple Bard 3/27/2010
14. The Three Quiet Gentlemen 3/27/2010
15. The Stranger's Friend 3/27/2010
16. The Swagman And His Mate 3/27/2010
17. The Southerly Buster 3/27/2010
18. The Bard Of Furthest Out 3/26/2010
19. The Uncultured Rhymer To His Cultured Critics 3/27/2010
20. The Stranded Ship: (The “vincennes”) 3/27/2010
21. Trouble On The Selection 3/27/2010
22. The Squatter’s Daughter 3/27/2010
23. The Stringy-Bark Tree 3/27/2010
24. The First Dingo 3/29/2010
25. The Spirits For Good 3/27/2010
26. The Last Review 3/26/2010
27. The Flour Bin 1/1/2004
28. The Soul Of A Poet 3/27/2010
29. The King And Queen And I 3/26/2010
30. The Old, Old Story And The New Order 3/26/2010
31. The Patriotic League 3/27/2010
32. The Patteran 3/27/2010
33. The Peace Maker 3/27/2010
34. The Port O'Call 3/27/2010
35. The Rovers 3/27/2010
36. The Scamps 3/27/2010
37. The Scots [a Dirge] 3/27/2010
38. The Seabolt's Volunteers 3/27/2010
39. The Secret Whisky Cure 3/27/2010
40. The Sleeping Beauty 3/27/2010
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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Roll up, Eureka's heroes, on that grand Old Rush afar,
For Lalor's gone to join you in the big camp where you are;
Roll up and give him welcome such as only diggers can,
For well he battled for the rights of miner and of Man.
In that bright golden country that lies beyond our sight,
The record of his honest life shall be his Miner's Right;
But many a bearded mouth shall twitch, and many a tear be shed,
And many a grey old digger sigh to hear that Lalor's dead.
Yet wipe your eyes, old fos

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