Henry Lawson

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

Henry Lawson Poems

41. Kerosine Bay 3/26/2010
42. Macleay Street And Red Rock Lane 3/26/2010
43. Mary Lemaine 3/26/2010
44. Mostly Slavonic 3/26/2010
45. Ned’s Delicate Way 3/26/2010
46. O Cupid, Cupid; Get Your Bow! 3/26/2010
47. Old Tunes 3/26/2010
48. Outside 3/26/2010
49. Peddling Round The World 3/26/2010
50. Pigeon Toes 3/26/2010
51. Riding Round The Lines 3/26/2010
52. Rise Ye! Rise Ye! 3/26/2010
53. Robbie's Statue 3/26/2010
54. Said The Kaiser To The Spy 3/26/2010
55. Shearer’s Song 3/26/2010
56. Shearers Dream 3/26/2010
57. Sheoaks That Sigh When The Wind Is Still 3/26/2010
58. Skaal 3/26/2010
59. Skeleton Flat 3/26/2010
60. Seaweed, Tussock And Fern 3/26/2010
61. Spread The Truth! 3/26/2010
62. Since The Cities Are The Cities 3/26/2010
63. Sweethearts Wait On Every Shore 3/26/2010
64. Take It Fightin’ 3/26/2010
65. That Great Waiting Silence 3/26/2010
66. The Alleys 3/26/2010
67. The Army Of The Rear 3/26/2010
68. The Author's Farewell To The Bushmen 3/26/2010
69. The Ballad Of The Elder Son 3/26/2010
70. The Battling Days 3/26/2010
71. The Bill Of The Ages 3/26/2010
72. The Boss Over The Board 3/26/2010
73. The Briny Grave 3/26/2010
74. The Bulletin Hotel 3/26/2010
75. The Bursting Of The Boom 3/26/2010
76. The Bush Beyond The Range 3/26/2010
77. The Cab Lamps 3/26/2010
78. The Captains 3/26/2010
79. The Country Girl 3/26/2010
80. The Drums Of Ages 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

Andy's Gone With Cattle


Our Andy's gone to battle now
'Gainst Drought, the red marauder;
Our Andy's gone with cattle now
Across the Queensland border.

He's left us in dejection now;
Our hearts with him are roving.
It's dull on this selection now,
Since Andy went a-droving.

Who now shall wear the cheerful face
In times when things are slackest?
And who shall whistle round the place
When Fortune frowns her blackest?

Oh, who shall cheek the squatter now
When he comes round us snarling?
His tongue is growing hotter now
Since Andy ...

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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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