Henry Lawson

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

Henry Lawson Poems

481. A Word To Texas Jack 3/26/2010
482. A Word From The Bards 3/26/2010
483. A Voice From The City 3/26/2010
484. A Study In The 'Nood' 3/26/2010
485. A Song Of The Republic 1/1/2004
486. A Song Of Brave Men 1/1/2004
487. A Slight Misunderstanding At The Jasper Gate 3/26/2010
488. A Prouder Man Than You 12/31/2002
489. A New John Bull 3/26/2010
490. A Mixed Battle Song 3/26/2010
491. A May Night On The Mountains 3/26/2010
492. A Mate Can Do No Wrong 3/26/2010
493. A Little Mistake 3/26/2010
494. A Fantasy Of War 3/26/2010
495. A Dirge Of Joy 3/26/2010
496. A Derry On A Cove 3/26/2010
497. A Dan Yell 3/26/2010
498. A Bush Girl 3/26/2010
499. A Backward Glance 3/26/2010
500. 39 3/29/2010
501. `for'Ard' 12/31/2002
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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