Henry Lawson

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

Henry Lawson Poems

1. The Labour Agitator 3/26/2010
2. The Three Quiet Gentlemen 3/27/2010
3. The Tracks That Lie By India 3/27/2010
4. The Triumph Of The People 3/27/2010
5. The Squatter, Three Cornstalks, And The Well 3/27/2010
6. The Stranded Ship: (The “vincennes”) 3/27/2010
7. The Song Of The Waste-Paper Basket 3/27/2010
8. The Sorrows Of A Simple Bard 3/27/2010
9. To The Irish Delegates 3/27/2010
10. The Spirits For Good 3/27/2010
11. The Two Samaritans And The Tramp 3/27/2010
12. The Three Kings [1] 3/27/2010
13. The Stranger's Friend 3/27/2010
14. The Soul Of A Poet 3/27/2010
15. The Bard Of Furthest Out 3/26/2010
16. The Uncultured Rhymer To His Cultured Critics 3/27/2010
17. The King Of Our Republic 3/26/2010
18. Trouble On The Selection 3/27/2010
19. The Spirits Of Our Fathers 3/27/2010
20. The Two Poets 3/27/2010
21. The Stringy-Bark Tree 3/27/2010
22. The Swagman And His Mate 3/27/2010
23. The Statue Of Our Queen 3/27/2010
24. The Last Review 3/26/2010
25. The Southerly Buster 3/27/2010
26. The Squatter’s Daughter 3/27/2010
27. The Flour Bin 1/1/2004
28. The First Dingo 3/29/2010
29. The King And Queen And I 3/26/2010
30. The Lady Of The Motor Car 3/26/2010
31. The Hymn Of The Socialists 3/26/2010
32. The Imported Servant 3/26/2010
33. The Jolly Dead March 3/26/2010
34. The King (Ii) 3/26/2010
35. The Firing-Line 3/26/2010
36. The Foreign Drunk 3/26/2010
37. The Friends Of Fallen Fortunes 3/26/2010
38. The Gathering Of The Brown-Eyed 3/26/2010
39. The Gentlemen Of Dickens 3/26/2010
40. The God-Forgotten Election 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 ...

Read the full of After All

At The Beating Of A Drum

Fear ye not the stormy future, for the Battle Hymn is strong,
And the armies of Australia shall not march without a song;
The glorious words and music of Australia's song shall come
When her true hearts rush together at the beating of a drum.

We may not be there to hear it – 'twill be written in the night,
And Australia's foes shall fear it in the hour before the fight.
The glorious words and music from a lonely heart shall come
When our sons shall rush to danger at the beating o

[Hata Bildir]