Henry Lawson

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

Henry Lawson Poems

161. The Heart Of The Swag 3/26/2010
162. The Crucifixion [the Light Of The World] 3/26/2010
163. Stand By The Engines 3/29/2010
164. The Vanguard [11] 3/27/2010
165. The Dons Of Spain 1/1/2004
166. The Old Jimmy Woodser 1/1/2004
167. Riding Round The Lines 3/26/2010
168. The Cattle-Dog's Death 3/26/2010
169. Song Of The Old Bullock-Driver 3/26/2010
170. The Babies Of Walloon 3/26/2010
171. Talbragar 3/26/2010
172. That Pretty Girl In The Army 3/26/2010
173. Spread The Truth! 3/26/2010
174. The Afterglow 3/26/2010
175. Shearer’s Song 3/26/2010
176. Cypher Seven [07] 3/26/2010
177. Constable M‘carty’s Investigations 3/26/2010
178. The Watch On The Kerb 3/27/2010
179. The Vanguard [1] 3/27/2010
180. The Writer's Dream 3/27/2010
181. Joseph’s Dreams And Reuben's Brethren [a Recital In Six Chapters] 3/26/2010
182. The Great Grey Plain 12/31/2002
183. The Days When We Went Swimming 3/26/2010
184. The Ballad Of The Black-Sheep 3/26/2010
185. Seaweed, Tussock And Fern 3/26/2010
186. Robbie's Statue 3/26/2010
187. Till All The Bad Things Came Untrue 3/27/2010
188. Victor 3/27/2010
189. The Motor Car 3/26/2010
190. Otherside 3/29/2010
191. On The Summit Of Mt. Clarence 3/29/2010
192. Peddling Round The World 3/26/2010
193. Pigeon Toes 3/26/2010
194. Queen Hilda Of Virland 1/1/2004
195. The Grog-An'Grumble Steeplechase 1/1/2004
196. Sydney-Side 3/26/2010
197. Shearers Dream 3/26/2010
198. The Rhyme Of The Three Greybeards 1/1/2004
199. The Man Who Raised Charlestown 1/1/2004
200. Sheoaks That Sigh When The Wind Is Still 3/26/2010
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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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.

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