Henry Lawson

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

Henry Lawson Poems

1. The King Of Our Republic 3/26/2010
2. The Labour Agitator 3/26/2010
3. The Spirits For Good 3/27/2010
4. The Spirits Of Our Fathers 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 Two Poets 3/27/2010
10. The Two Samaritans And The Tramp 3/27/2010
11. The Stranded Ship: (The “vincennes”) 3/27/2010
12. The Squatter, Three Cornstalks, And The Well 3/27/2010
13. The Song Of The Waste-Paper Basket 3/27/2010
14. The Sorrows Of A Simple Bard 3/27/2010
15. To The Irish Delegates 3/27/2010
16. The Squatter’s Daughter 3/27/2010
17. The Soul Of A Poet 3/27/2010
18. The Southerly Buster 3/27/2010
19. The Stranger's Friend 3/27/2010
20. The Swagman And His Mate 3/27/2010
21. The First Dingo 3/29/2010
22. The Bard Of Furthest Out 3/26/2010
23. The Last Review 3/26/2010
24. The Uncultured Rhymer To His Cultured Critics 3/27/2010
25. The Triumph Of The People 3/27/2010
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 Good Samaritan 3/26/2010
31. The Green-Hand Rouseabout 3/26/2010
32. The Leader And The Bad Girl 3/26/2010
33. The Lady Of The Motor Car 3/26/2010
34. The Fairy West 3/26/2010
35. The God-Forgotten Election 3/26/2010
36. The Hymn Of The Socialists 3/26/2010
37. The Imported Servant 3/26/2010
38. The Jolly Dead March 3/26/2010
39. The King (Ii) 3/26/2010
40. The Lily Of St Leonards 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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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,

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