Henry Lawson

Grenfell, New South Wales
Henry Lawson
Grenfell, New South Wales
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Faces In The Street

Rating: 3.6

They lie, the men who tell us in a loud decisive tone
That want is here a stranger, and that misery's unknown;
For where the nearest suburb and the city proper meet
My window-sill is level with the faces in the street --
Drifting past, drifting past,
To the beat of weary feet --
While I sorrow for the owners of those faces in the street.

And cause I have to sorrow, in a land so young and fair,
To see upon those faces stamped the marks of Want and Care;
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Jean Law 20 February 2021
‘They lie the men who tell us, for reasons of their own.' (Freedom on the Wallaby' Pinchgut Press, p 58) the difference with the reported lyrics in loud decisive tone?
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Jean Law 20 February 2021
In the book Freedom of the Wallaby, Pinchgut Press, p 58, the opening verse reads
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Lee Boueri 05 June 2020
I can imagine Lawson sitting in his study in a sunken cottage on Crown st in Sydney's Darlinghurst (where the nearest suburb and the city proper meet) gazing out his window (level with the faces in the street) , Newspaper open on his desk as he pens this gem of a poem.
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Lee Boueri 05 June 2020
I imagine Lawson sitting in a study in one of those sunken cottages along Crown Street Sydney (where the nearest suburb and the city proper meet) looking out his window (level with the faces in the street) as the city comes to life, a newspaper beside him with political news of the day as he pens this.
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Albert Mendoza 08 May 2018
Perhaps I need to go further in my analysis of Lawson's works to state an opinion. I rather read more about the author and then will be say my view about Lawson...
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Anabahati Mlay 22 November 2017
A beautiful piece...
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Stephen Loomes 17 November 2014
What a masterful wordsmith, this Bard from the Bush, and what compassion and anger. It is interesting that he sees the only solution to the arrogance of the rich treading down the economic slaves is for a socialist revolution.
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Patricia Grantham 03 October 2014
An excellent poem narrated just like a story. Many different faces plagues our lives daily. The author is very much observant of all that goes on around him. Yet he must disassociate himself from all this chaos and live his life. Very good read.
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Here the poet describes the plight of human woes in its correctness and observational aptitude though he is unaware of their details. A social relevant poem commitment to the haven'ts and it makes the feeling that is actually intended in the poem. Hardships of people is really makes sadness and sorrowful.
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Peter Stavropoulos 03 October 2013
“Oh, my ways are strange ways and new ways and old ways, And deep ways and steep ways and high ways and low, I’m at home and at ease on a track that I know not, And restless and lost on a road that I know” – Henry Lawson
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