Poems by Henry Lawson
Jack Cornstalk as a Poet
... Not from the rivers that croon on their bars ...
Heed Not!
... When they speak of the things to be! ...
The Light on the Wreck
... Like the light where, in sight of the streets of the town, ...
The Rush to London
... Youll smell the gum leaves burning ...
The Bonny Port of Sydney
... Though you sail the wide world oer, ...
The Passing of Scotty
... And hes free of thought as hes free of breath ...
The Outside Track
... But their spirit shall live on the Outside Track ...
Captain Von Esson of the Sebastopol
... Till each was sunk that the Russians leftwhile the buildings reeled with the shock, ...
'The Water'
... Theyd bar our sons and daughters ...
The Gentlemen of Dickens
... That sound like hob-nailed boots, ...
Caricatures
... There are artists small and artist great, ...
Rain in the Mountains
... But, love, the rain will pass full soon, ...
O'Hara, J.P.
... P. They hishd and they whishted, and turned themselves round, ...
The Shakedown on the Floor
... On the home stretch through the loam ...
The Jolly Dead March
... (And Ill not buck at God Save the Queen), ...
