Henry Lawson

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

Henry Lawson Poems

481. Australian Engineers 1/1/2004
482. Australian Bards And Bush Reviewers 12/31/2002
483. Freedom On The Wallaby 1/1/2004
484. From The Bush 1/1/2004
485. Eureka 1/1/2004
486. Australia's Peril 1/1/2004
487. At The Beating Of A Drum 1/1/2004
488. As Far As Your Rifles Cover 1/1/2004
489. A Bush Girl 3/26/2010
490. Up The Country 12/31/2002
491. A Song Of Brave Men 1/1/2004
492. A Song Of The Republic 1/1/2004
493. Above Eurunderee 1/1/2004
494. `for'Ard' 12/31/2002
495. Borderland 1/1/2004
496. Out Back 12/31/2002
497. A Prouder Man Than You 12/31/2002
498. Faces In The Street 12/31/2002
499. Knocked Up 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

  • 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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Eureka

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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