Henry Lawson

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

Henry Lawson Poems

121. I’m An Older Man Than You 3/26/2010
122. I'D Back Again The World 3/26/2010
123. I'Ll Tell You What You Wanderers 1/1/2004
124. In Possum Land 3/29/2010
125. In The Days When The World Was Wide 12/31/2002
126. In The Day's When We Are Dead 3/26/2010
127. In The Height Of Fashion 3/26/2010
128. In The Storm That Is To Come 1/1/2004
129. In The Street 1/1/2004
130. Introduction – A Glimpse Of Boyhood 3/26/2010
131. Ireland Shall Rebel 3/26/2010
132. Jack Cornstalk 3/26/2010
133. Jack Cornstalk As A Drover 3/26/2010
134. Jack Cornstalk As A Lover 3/26/2010
135. Jack Cornstalk As A Poet 3/26/2010
136. Jack Cornstalk In His Teens 3/26/2010
137. Jack Dunn Of Nevertire 12/31/2002
138. John Cornstalk 3/26/2010
139. Johnson, Alias Crow 3/26/2010
140. Joseph’s Dreams And Reuben's Brethren [a Recital In Six Chapters] 3/26/2010
141. Kangaroo Power 3/26/2010
142. Keeping His First Wife Now 3/26/2010
143. Kerosine Bay 3/26/2010
144. Knocked Up 12/31/2002
145. Knockin' Around 3/26/2010
146. Lachlan Side 3/26/2010
147. Lake Eliza 3/26/2010
148. Laughing And Sneering 3/26/2010
149. Lay Your Ears Back And Fight 3/26/2010
150. Let’s Be Fools To-Night 3/26/2010
151. Lily 3/26/2010
152. Macleay Street And Red Rock Lane 3/26/2010
153. Marshall's Mate 12/31/2002
154. Mary Called Him 'Mister' 3/26/2010
155. Mary Lemaine 3/26/2010
156. Middleton's Rouseabout 12/31/2002
157. Mostly Slavonic 3/26/2010
158. Mount Bukaroo 12/31/2002
159. My Army, O, My Army! 3/26/2010
160. My Father-In-Law And I 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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The Cambaroora Star

So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new
To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy little screw;
You are young and educated, and a clever chap you are,
But you'll never run a paper like the CAMBAROORA STAR.
Though in point of education I am nothing but a dunce,
I myself -- you mayn't believe it -- helped to run a paper once
With a chap on Cambaroora, by the name of Charlie Brown,
And I'll tell you all about it if you'll take the story down.

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