Henry Lawson Poems
|483.||Cherry- Tree Inn||12/31/2002|
|484.||When Your Pants Begin To Go||1/3/2003|
|485.||From The Bush||1/1/2004|
|487.||Australian Bards And Bush Reviewers||12/31/2002|
|490.||At The Beating Of A Drum||1/1/2004|
|491.||As Far As Your Rifles Cover||1/1/2004|
|492.||A Bush Girl||3/26/2010|
|493.||A Song Of Brave Men||1/1/2004|
|495.||A Song Of The Republic||1/1/2004|
|497.||A Prouder Man Than You||12/31/2002|
|499.||Andy's Gone With Cattle||12/31/2002|
|500.||Faces In The Street||12/31/2002|
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 ...
The Cambaroora Star
So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new
To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy little screw;
You are young and educated, and a clever chap you are,
But you'll never run a paper like the CAMBAROORA STAR.
Though in point of education I am nothing but a dunce,
I myself -- you mayn't believe it -- helped to run a paper once
With a chap on Cambaroora, by the name of Charlie Brown,
And I'll tell you all about it if you'll take the story down.