Henry Lawson

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

Henry Lawson Poems

361. Rain In The Mountains 3/29/2010
362. When The Ladies Come To The Shearing Shed 3/27/2010
363. Mary Called Him 'Mister' 3/26/2010
364. For He Was A Jolly Good Fellow 3/26/2010
365. Above Crow's Nest [sydney] 3/26/2010
366. Brother, You’ll Take My Hand 3/26/2010
367. As Ireland Wore The Green 3/26/2010
368. Shadows Before 1/1/2004
369. Success 3/29/2010
370. When The Irish Flag Went By 3/27/2010
371. Send Round The Hat 1/1/2004
372. A Word From The Bards 3/26/2010
373. Victor 3/27/2010
374. The Free-Selector's Daughter 12/31/2002
375. In The Day's When We Are Dead 3/26/2010
376. An Australian Advertisement 3/26/2010
377. Untitled 3/29/2010
378. Trooper Campbell 12/31/2002
379. The Vagabond 12/31/2002
380. Golden Gully 3/26/2010
381. Eurunderee 12/31/2002
382. Australia's Forgotten Flag 3/26/2010
383. Since Then 12/31/2002
384. The Shearers Dream 1/1/2004
385. Above Lavender Bay 3/26/2010
386. Everyone's Friend 3/26/2010
387. Because My Father's One 3/26/2010
388. My Wife’s Second Husband 3/26/2010
389. The Wander-Light 1/1/2004
390. One Hundred And Three 3/29/2010
391. Uncle Harry 1/1/2004
392. On The March 1/1/2004
393. Second Class Wait Here 3/26/2010
394. A Study In The 'Nood' 3/26/2010
395. Fighting Hard 3/26/2010
396. The Shame Of Going Back 12/31/2002
397. Break O’ Day 3/26/2010
398. Before We Were Married 3/26/2010
399. To Be Amused 1/1/2004
400. In Possum Land 3/29/2010

Comments about Henry Lawson

  • 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)

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

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

  • Chezz Lr (12/24/2005 9:07:00 PM)

    where is the waterlilly? ..... i cant find the poem 'The Water-Lilly' does any one know where i could find 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 ...

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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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