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 For Good 3/27/2010
4. The Spirits Of Our Fathers 3/27/2010
5. The Squatter’s Daughter 3/27/2010
6. The Statue Of Our Queen 3/27/2010
7. The Three Kings [1] 3/27/2010
8. The Three Quiet Gentlemen 3/27/2010
9. The Tracks That Lie By India 3/27/2010
10. The Triumph Of The People 3/27/2010
11. The Two Poets 3/27/2010
12. The Two Samaritans And The Tramp 3/27/2010
13. To The Irish Delegates 3/27/2010
14. The Stranded Ship: (The “vincennes”) 3/27/2010
15. The Squatter, Three Cornstalks, And The Well 3/27/2010
16. The Song Of The Waste-Paper Basket 3/27/2010
17. The Sorrows Of A Simple Bard 3/27/2010
18. The Stranger's Friend 3/27/2010
19. The Southerly Buster 3/27/2010
20. The Swagman And His Mate 3/27/2010
21. The First Dingo 3/29/2010
22. The Bard Of Furthest Out 3/26/2010
23. The Last Review 3/26/2010
24. The Uncultured Rhymer To His Cultured Critics 3/27/2010
25. Trouble On The Selection 3/27/2010
26. The Stringy-Bark Tree 3/27/2010
27. The Soul Of A Poet 3/27/2010
28. The Flour Bin 1/1/2004
29. The King And Queen And I 3/26/2010
30. The Good Samaritan 3/26/2010
31. The Green-Hand Rouseabout 3/26/2010
32. The Leader And The Bad Girl 3/26/2010
33. The Lady Of The Motor Car 3/26/2010
34. The Fairy West 3/26/2010
35. The God-Forgotten Election 3/26/2010
36. The Hymn Of The Socialists 3/26/2010
37. The Imported Servant 3/26/2010
38. The Jolly Dead March 3/26/2010
39. The King (Ii) 3/26/2010
40. The Lily Of St Leonards 3/26/2010

Comments about Henry Lawson

  • Chloe (11/25/2017 11:10:00 PM)

    He is my inspiration he’s poems are so hood he is one of the best poets

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  • hethin wils0n (11/13/2017 5:54:00 PM)

    you pomes are good. and the pome that I rilry

  • Garry Sharp (8/7/2013 7:41:00 AM)

    Joan, re terms
    A 'sliprail' is used. In place of a gate at the entrance of a stock yard. More than one rail can be used. They are slipped out of the way to permit animals to enter or leave the enclosure. They are mentioned in Henry's famous poem, The Sliprail and the Spur.
    'Select' was the process of acquiring a parcel of land. It was a process of encouraging closer settlement of farming land and was a sub-division of a squatter's land. Have a look at Henry's The Free Selector's Daughter.
    Henry is indeed a genius. One of my favourites is Because of Her Father's Blood, also Booth's Drum 2

  • Ruby Honeytip Ruby Honeytip (11/24/2012 12:15:00 AM)

    His poems are sprinkled all through my life and I find it a comfort to wander through the legacy of his work. What a cracker of a poet he was: ^)

  • Atlas Atlas (5/7/2012 5:29:00 AM)

    he is the best poet and he is an inspiration

  • Jann Rau Jann Rau (4/28/2012 11:01:00 PM)

    What cool poems, reminds me of the late Barry Crump

  • Sara Smith (1/23/2012 5:25:00 AM)

    I love Henry Lawson's work. Here's a reply to Lynda on Lake Eliza - I think you might find it in The Rising Of The Court by the man himself, published in 1910 but I have never seen an actual copy, just reproduced parts. There is a reference ISBN: 1920897437. :)

  • Lynda Cracknell (9/30/2011 7:21:00 PM)

    Can anyone tell me what publication (if any) contains the poem about Lake Eliza? I see it's now on poemhunter, but we were once told it wasn't published anywhere. Not sure whether that was true or not.

  • Joan Solomon (10/13/2008 12:40:00 PM)

    I enjoy the poetry, but I wish there was a dictionary for terms that make no sense to me. (sliprails, select)

  • Stiffy Tiffy (3/6/2006 4:27:00 PM)

    i really liked ur poem after all u did a really good job on it

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 ...

Read the full of After All


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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