Henry Lawson

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

Henry Lawson Poems

481. Up The Country 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. Australia's Peril 1/1/2004
488. At The Beating Of A Drum 1/1/2004
489. As Far As Your Rifles Cover 1/1/2004
490. A Bush Girl 3/26/2010
491. A Song Of Brave Men 1/1/2004
492. Above Eurunderee 1/1/2004
493. Borderland 1/1/2004
494. A Song Of The Republic 1/1/2004
495. `for'Ard' 12/31/2002
496. Out Back 12/31/2002
497. A Prouder Man Than You 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

  • 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.

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  • 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

  • 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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`for'Ard'


It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep,
For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away like sheep, --
They are trav'lers for the most part in a straight 'n' honest path;
But their linen's rather scanty, an' there isn't any bath --
Stowed away like ewes and wethers that is shore 'n' marked 'n' draft.
But the shearers of the shearers always seem to travel aft;
In the cushioned cabins, aft,
With saloons 'n' smoke-rooms, aft --

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