Henry Lawson

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

Henry Lawson Poems

481. Cherry- Tree Inn 12/31/2002
482. When Your Pants Begin To Go 1/3/2003
483. Up The Country 12/31/2002
484. From The Bush 1/1/2004
485. Past Carin' 12/31/2002
486. Australian Bards And Bush Reviewers 12/31/2002
487. Australian Engineers 1/1/2004
488. Australia's Peril 1/1/2004
489. At The Beating Of A Drum 1/1/2004
490. As Far As Your Rifles Cover 1/1/2004
491. Borderland 1/1/2004
492. A Song Of Brave Men 1/1/2004
493. A Bush Girl 3/26/2010
494. `for'Ard' 12/31/2002
495. A Song Of The Republic 1/1/2004
496. Out Back 12/31/2002
497. A Prouder Man Than You 12/31/2002
498. Knocked Up 12/31/2002
499. After All 12/31/2002
500. Andy's Gone With Cattle 12/31/2002
501. Faces In The Street 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Henry Lawson

Faces In The Street

They lie, the men who tell us in a loud decisive tone
That want is here a stranger, and that misery's unknown;
For where the nearest suburb and the city proper meet
My window-sill is level with the faces in the street --
Drifting past, drifting past,
To the beat of weary feet --
While I sorrow for the owners of those faces in the street.

And cause I have to sorrow, in a land so young and fair,
To see upon those faces stamped the marks of Want and Care;
I look in vain for traces of the fresh and fair and sweet
In sallow, sunken faces that...

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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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