Poems by Henry Lawson
In The Day's When We Are Dead
... And listen! We wrote not for fame ...
[Cribs to be Cracked]
... The specials are here, but the thief-hunter Clark ...
The Bill of the Ages
... He has thirsted on deserts that others might drink, he has given lest others should lack, ...
The King [ I ]
... And on through years the words shall ring: ...
Our Mistress and Our Queen
... Health, wealth, and lifes grand whole, ...
Say Goodbye when your Chum is Married
... For, as sure as death, will those young wives wrangle, ...
The Empty Glass
... If the widow should fear for her childrens fate, ...
Macleay Street and Red Rock Lane
... Hides things that none should know ...
The First Dingo
... She watches, creeping through the trees, ...
The Drums of Ages
... Children heard them through the ages, mothers paused and glanced behind, ...
The Little Czar
... You might have been, and could have beenah, think it to your shame! ...
Rise Ye! Rise Ye!
... They would treat ye worse than sl-a-a-ves! they would treat ye worse than brutes! ...
Australia's Forgotten Flag
... In the dreary streets of London, brightest spot in those dark hours ...
A Voice from the City
... Straight Bushman tall and tan ...
To-Morrow
... And their hats will be off to-morrow! Old Chap ...
