Henry Lawson

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

Henry Lawson Poems

81. Dan, The Wreck 12/31/2002
82. Dawgs Of War 3/26/2010
83. Divorced 3/26/2010
84. Do You Think That I Do Not Know? 3/26/2010
85. Down The River 3/26/2010
86. Eureka 1/1/2004
87. Eurunderee 12/31/2002
88. Every Man Should Have A Rifle 1/1/2004
89. Everyone's Friend 3/29/2010
90. Everyone's Friend 3/26/2010
91. Faces In The Street 12/31/2002
92. Fall In, My Men, Fall In 1/1/2004
93. Fall In, My Men, Fall In 3/29/2010
94. Fighting Hard 3/26/2010
95. For All The Land To See: A Song Of The Tools 3/26/2010
96. For Australia 1/1/2004
97. For He Was A Jolly Good Fellow 3/26/2010
98. For'Ard 1/1/2004
99. Foreign Lands 3/26/2010
100. Freedom On The Wallaby 1/1/2004
101. From The Bush 1/1/2004
102. Genoa 3/26/2010
103. Gettin Back 3/26/2010
104. Gipsy Too 3/26/2010
105. Give Yourself A Show: New Year's Eve 3/26/2010
106. Golden Gully 3/26/2010
107. Grace Jennings Carmicheal 3/26/2010
108. Grey Wolves Grey 3/26/2010
109. Gs [or The Fourth Cook] 3/26/2010
110. Hannah Thomburn 3/26/2010
111. Harry Stephens 3/26/2010
112. Hawkers 3/26/2010
113. He Had So Much Work To Do 3/26/2010
114. He Mourned His Master 3/26/2010
115. He’s Gone To England For A Wife 3/26/2010
116. Heed Not! 3/26/2010
117. Here Died 1/1/2004
118. Here's Luck 3/26/2010
119. His Brother’s Keeper 3/26/2010
120. How The Land Was Won 1/1/2004
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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At The Beating Of A Drum

Fear ye not the stormy future, for the Battle Hymn is strong,
And the armies of Australia shall not march without a song;
The glorious words and music of Australia's song shall come
When her true hearts rush together at the beating of a drum.

We may not be there to hear it – 'twill be written in the night,
And Australia's foes shall fear it in the hour before the fight.
The glorious words and music from a lonely heart shall come
When our sons shall rush to danger at the beating o

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