Henry Lawson

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

Henry Lawson Poems

241. Since The Cities Are The Cities 3/26/2010
242. Peddling Round The World 3/26/2010
243. To Roumania 3/27/2010
244. Rejected 3/26/2010
245. Somewhere Up In Queensland 3/26/2010
246. Johnson, Alias Crow 3/26/2010
247. Give Yourself A Show: New Year's Eve 3/26/2010
248. Billy Of Queensland 3/29/2010
249. To-Morrow 3/27/2010
250. Who’s Dot Pulleteen? 3/27/2010
251. Young Kings And Old 3/27/2010
252. Write By Return 3/27/2010
253. The League Of Nations 1/1/2004
254. The Water Lily 3/27/2010
255. Outside 3/29/2010
256. Bound For The Lord-Knows-Where 3/29/2010
257. Hawkers 3/26/2010
258. Mostly Slavonic 3/26/2010
259. Nineteen Nine 3/26/2010
260. Ruth 3/26/2010
261. Captain Von Esson Of The “sebastopol” 3/29/2010
262. To Tom Bracken 3/27/2010
263. Years After The War In Australia 3/27/2010
264. For All The Land To See: A Song Of The Tools 3/26/2010
265. Written Afterwards 3/27/2010
266. The Christ Of The 'Never' 1/1/2004
267. John Cornstalk 3/26/2010
268. Skeleton Flat 3/26/2010
269. Nemesis 3/26/2010
270. Our Mistress And Our Queen 3/29/2010
271. Written Out [1] 3/27/2010
272. Grace Jennings Carmicheal 3/26/2010
273. The Shanty On The Rise 12/31/2002
274. Next Door 3/26/2010
275. Old Stone Chimney 3/26/2010
276. To Jim 3/27/2010
277. Down The River 3/26/2010
278. Jack Cornstalk 3/26/2010
279. Barta 3/26/2010
280. To Jack 3/27/2010
Best Poem of Henry Lawson

Andy's Gone With Cattle


Our Andy's gone to battle now
'Gainst Drought, the red marauder;
Our Andy's gone with cattle now
Across the Queensland border.

He's left us in dejection now;
Our hearts with him are roving.
It's dull on this selection now,
Since Andy went a-droving.

Who now shall wear the cheerful face
In times when things are slackest?
And who shall whistle round the place
When Fortune frowns her blackest?

Oh, who shall cheek the squatter now
When he comes round us snarling?
His tongue is growing hotter now
Since Andy ...

Read the full of Andy's Gone With Cattle

Shadows Before

"Like clouds o'er the South are the nations who reign
On fair islands that we would command;
But clouds that are darker and denser than these
Have sailed from an Isle in the Northern Seas
And rest on our Southern Land.

Low in dust is our Goddess of Liberty hurled
At our feet, and the time is at hand,
When we, the proud sons of the southern world,

[Report Error]