Henry Lawson

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

Henry Lawson Poems

161. The Man From Waterloo (With Kind Regards To Banjo) 3/26/2010
162. The Loveable Characters 1/1/2004
163. The Little Slit In The Tail 3/26/2010
164. The Little Native Rose 3/26/2010
165. The Little Czar 3/26/2010
166. The Lily Of St Leonards 3/26/2010
167. The Lily And The Bee 3/26/2010
168. The Lights Of Cobb & Co. 1/1/2004
169. The Light On The Wreck 3/26/2010
170. The Legend Of Mammon Castle 3/26/2010
171. The Legend Of Cooee Gully 3/26/2010
172. The League Of Nations 1/1/2004
173. The Leader And The Bad Girl 3/26/2010
174. The Last Review 3/26/2010
175. The Lady Of The Motor Car 3/26/2010
176. The Labour Agitator 3/26/2010
177. The King Of Our Republic 3/26/2010
178. The King And Queen And I 3/26/2010
179. The King [ I ] 3/26/2010
180. The King (Ii) 3/26/2010
181. The Jolly Dead March 3/26/2010
182. The Iron Wedding Rings 1/1/2004
183. The Imported Servant 3/26/2010
184. The Hymn Of The Socialists 3/26/2010
185. The Horse And Cart Ferry 3/26/2010
186. The Heart Of The Swag 3/26/2010
187. The Heart Of Australia 1/1/2004
188. The Grog-An'Grumble Steeplechase 1/1/2004
189. The Green-Hand Rouseabout 3/26/2010
190. The Great Grey Plain 12/31/2002
191. The Good Samaritan 3/26/2010
192. The Good Old Concertina 3/26/2010
193. The God-Forgotten Election 3/26/2010
194. The Glass On The Bar 12/31/2002
195. The Ghost At The Second Bridge 3/26/2010
196. The Ghost 12/31/2002
197. The Gentlemen Of Dickens 3/26/2010
198. The Gathering Of The Brown-Eyed 3/26/2010
199. The Friends Of Fallen Fortunes 3/26/2010
200. The Free-Selector's Daughter 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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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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