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Born in June 17, 1867 / Died in September 2, 1922 / United Kingdom / English

Poems by Henry Lawson

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The Two Poets

... And light hearts listened and sad hearts heard, ...

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To “Doc” Wylie

... They’ll raise a board above your head— ...

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Sweethearts Wait on Every Shore

...   That’s reddened by the tortured sand ...

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One-Man-One-Vote

...   Shall rule us through their children from the grave! ...

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When the Bush Begins to Speak

... We'll find the peace and comfort that our fathers could not find, ...

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The Cliffs

... Where the smoke-cloud blurs and the white sails fill, ...

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The Ballad of Mabel Clare

... ‘Unknown I’ve loved you long,’ he said, ...

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My Literary Friend

... ‘You’ve improved the metre greatly, but the rhymes are bad,’ he said, ...

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Billy of Queensland

...   On the western tracks, when the world was young, ...

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Lake Eliza

... ‘You’ll have a long and heavy tramp’— ...

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My Wife’s Second Husband

...   What mutual friends would think ...

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They Can Only Drag You Down

... Work through ease and pleasure call you, work when you have care to drown, ...

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Because My Father's One

... "And let him come with plain words, ...

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'The Voice from Over Yonder'

... ” And the voice, in mocking accents, answered only: “I’ve been there ...

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Bill and Jim Fall Out

... while Jim, Who, we grieve to state, was always getting into drunken scrapes, ...