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 Spirits For Good 3/27/2010
3. The Spirits Of Our Fathers 3/27/2010
4. The Tracks That Lie By India 3/27/2010
5. The Two Poets 3/27/2010
6. The Two Samaritans And The Tramp 3/27/2010
7. The Stranded Ship: (The “vincennes”) 3/27/2010
8. To The Irish Delegates 3/27/2010
9. The Triumph Of The People 3/27/2010
10. The Three Quiet Gentlemen 3/27/2010
11. The Bard Of Furthest Out 3/26/2010
12. The Last Review 3/26/2010
13. The Uncultured Rhymer To His Cultured Critics 3/27/2010
14. The Statue Of Our Queen 3/27/2010
15. The Three Kings [1] 3/27/2010
16. The Squatter, Three Cornstalks, And The Well 3/27/2010
17. The Song Of The Waste-Paper Basket 3/27/2010
18. The Sorrows Of A Simple Bard 3/27/2010
19. Trouble On The Selection 3/27/2010
20. The Squatter’s Daughter 3/27/2010
21. The Labour Agitator 3/26/2010
22. The First Dingo 3/29/2010
23. The Southerly Buster 3/27/2010
24. The Stranger's Friend 3/27/2010
25. The Stringy-Bark Tree 3/27/2010
26. The Swagman And His Mate 3/27/2010
27. The Flour Bin 1/1/2004
28. The Soul Of A Poet 3/27/2010
29. The King And Queen And I 3/26/2010
30. The Patriotic League 3/27/2010
31. The Patteran 3/27/2010
32. The Old, Old Story And The New Order 3/26/2010
33. The Peace Maker 3/27/2010
34. The Port O'Call 3/27/2010
35. The Scamps 3/27/2010
36. The Scots [a Dirge] 3/27/2010
37. The Seabolt's Volunteers 3/27/2010
38. The Secret Whisky Cure 3/27/2010
39. The Rovers 3/27/2010
40. The Skyline Riders 3/27/2010
Best Poem of Henry Lawson

Andy's Gone With Cattle

Our Andy's gone to battle now
'Gainst Drought, the red marauder;
Our Andy's gone with cattle now
Across the Queensland border.

He's left us in dejection now;
Our hearts with him are roving.
It's dull on this selection now,
Since Andy went a-droving.

Who now shall wear the cheerful face
In times when things are slackest?
And who shall whistle round the place
When Fortune frowns her blackest?

Oh, who shall cheek the squatter now
When he comes round us snarling?
His tongue is growing hotter now
Since Andy ...

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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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