Henry Lawson

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

Henry Lawson Poems

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

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

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  • 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?

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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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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