Henry Lawson

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

Henry Lawson Poems

281. Barta 3/26/2010
282. To Jack 3/27/2010
283. Broken Axletree 3/29/2010
284. Dawgs Of War 3/26/2010
285. Let’s Be Fools To-Night 3/26/2010
286. Lake Eliza 3/26/2010
287. Watching The Crows 3/27/2010
288. Bush Hay 3/29/2010
289. To A Pair Of Blucher Boots 3/27/2010
290. Gipsy Too 3/26/2010
291. My Literary Friend 3/26/2010
292. Rain In The Mountains 3/29/2010
293. O'Hara, J.P. 3/26/2010
294. Gettin Back 3/26/2010
295. Clinging Back 3/26/2010
296. Rise Ye! Rise Ye! 3/26/2010
297. Here's Luck 3/26/2010
298. Say Goodbye When Your Chum Is Married 3/26/2010
299. Kangaroo Power 3/26/2010
300. Genoa 3/26/2010
301. Over The Ranges And Into The West 3/26/2010
302. He Had So Much Work To Do 3/26/2010
303. Rewi To Grey: The Old Maori Chief’s Last Message 3/26/2010
304. Caricatures 3/29/2010
305. Keeping His First Wife Now 3/26/2010
306. Knockin' Around 3/26/2010
307. Possum A Lay Of New Chumland 3/29/2010
308. Ben Boyd's Tower 3/26/2010
309. Who’ll Wear The Beaten Colours? 3/27/2010
310. To My Friends 3/27/2010
311. To “doc” Wylie 3/27/2010
312. Lay Your Ears Back And Fight 3/26/2010
313. Advertisement For Hean’s Essence 3/26/2010
314. The League Of Nations 1/1/2004
315. Gs [or The Fourth Cook] 3/26/2010
316. Jack Cornstalk As A Poet 3/26/2010
317. When Your Sins Come Home To Roost 3/27/2010
318. Sacred To The Memory Of “unknown” 3/26/2010
319. Brighten’s Sister-In-Law [or The Carrier's Story] 3/26/2010
320. His Brother’s Keeper 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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