Henry Lawson

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

Henry Lawson Poems

1. The Labour Agitator 3/26/2010
2. The Spirits For Good 3/27/2010
3. The Spirits Of Our Fathers 3/27/2010
4. The Squatter’s Daughter 3/27/2010
5. The Statue Of Our Queen 3/27/2010
6. The Three Kings [1] 3/27/2010
7. The Three Quiet Gentlemen 3/27/2010
8. The Tracks That Lie By India 3/27/2010
9. The Triumph Of The People 3/27/2010
10. The Two Poets 3/27/2010
11. The Two Samaritans And The Tramp 3/27/2010
12. To The Irish Delegates 3/27/2010
13. The Stranded Ship: (The “vincennes”) 3/27/2010
14. The Squatter, Three Cornstalks, And The Well 3/27/2010
15. The Song Of The Waste-Paper Basket 3/27/2010
16. The Sorrows Of A Simple Bard 3/27/2010
17. The King Of Our Republic 3/26/2010
18. The Soul Of A Poet 3/27/2010
19. The Southerly Buster 3/27/2010
20. The Stranger's Friend 3/27/2010
21. The Swagman And His Mate 3/27/2010
22. The First Dingo 3/29/2010
23. The Bard Of Furthest Out 3/26/2010
24. The Uncultured Rhymer To His Cultured Critics 3/27/2010
25. The Last Review 3/26/2010
26. Trouble On The Selection 3/27/2010
27. The Stringy-Bark Tree 3/27/2010
28. The Flour Bin 1/1/2004
29. The King And Queen And I 3/26/2010
30. The Lady Of The Motor Car 3/26/2010
31. The Leader And The Bad Girl 3/26/2010
32. The Good Samaritan 3/26/2010
33. The Green-Hand Rouseabout 3/26/2010
34. The Hymn Of The Socialists 3/26/2010
35. The Imported Servant 3/26/2010
36. The Jolly Dead March 3/26/2010
37. The King (Ii) 3/26/2010
38. The Lily Of St Leonards 3/26/2010
39. The Little Czar 3/26/2010
40. The Little Native Rose 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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It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep,
For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away like sheep, --
They are trav'lers for the most part in a straight 'n' honest path;
But their linen's rather scanty, an' there isn't any bath --
Stowed away like ewes and wethers that is shore 'n' marked 'n' draft.
But the shearers of the shearers always seem to travel aft;
In the cushioned cabins, aft,
With saloons 'n' smoke-rooms, aft --

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