Henry Lawson

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

Henry Lawson Poems

41. Australian Engineers 1/1/2004
42. Australia's Forgotten Flag 3/26/2010
43. Australia's Peril 1/1/2004
44. Ballad Of The Drover 3/26/2010
45. Barta 3/26/2010
46. Beaten Back 3/26/2010
47. Because My Father's One 3/26/2010
48. Before We Were Married 3/26/2010
49. Ben Boyd's Tower 3/26/2010
50. Ben Duggan 12/31/2002
51. Bill And Jim Fall Out 3/26/2010
52. Billy Of Queensland 3/29/2010
53. Billys 'square Affair' 3/26/2010
54. Black Bonnet 1/3/2003
55. Bonnie New South Wales 3/26/2010
56. Booth's Drum [1] 3/26/2010
57. Borderland 1/1/2004
58. Bound For The Lord-Knows-Where 3/29/2010
59. Bourke 3/26/2010
60. Break O’ Day 3/26/2010
61. Brighten’s Sister-In-Law [or The Carrier's Story] 3/26/2010
62. Broken Axletree 3/29/2010
63. Brother, You’ll Take My Hand 3/26/2010
64. Bush Hay 3/29/2010
65. But What's The Use 3/26/2010
66. By Hut, Homestead And Shearing Shed, 3/26/2010
67. Callaghan's Hotel 3/26/2010
68. Cameron's Heart 12/31/2002
69. Captain Von Esson Of The “sebastopol” 3/29/2010
70. Caricatures 3/29/2010
71. Charley Turner 3/29/2010
72. Cherry- Tree Inn 12/31/2002
73. Cinderella 3/26/2010
74. Clinging Back 3/26/2010
75. Constable M‘carty’s Investigations 3/26/2010
76. Coomera 3/26/2010
77. Corny Bill 12/31/2002
78. Cromwell 3/26/2010
79. Cypher Seven [07] 3/26/2010
80. Dan Wasn’t Thrown From His Horse 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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Eureka

Roll up, Eureka's heroes, on that grand Old Rush afar,
For Lalor's gone to join you in the big camp where you are;
Roll up and give him welcome such as only diggers can,
For well he battled for the rights of miner and of Man.
In that bright golden country that lies beyond our sight,
The record of his honest life shall be his Miner's Right;
But many a bearded mouth shall twitch, and many a tear be shed,
And many a grey old digger sigh to hear that Lalor's dead.
Yet wipe your eyes, old fos

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