Poems by Henry Lawson
The Tracks That Lie By India
... The glance that says far more than words, the old half-mystic smile ...
A Word to Texas Jack
... You cant count the bulls an bisons that yer copped with your lassoo ...
With Dickens
... Not to deceive you, sirStand by! ...
Im an Older Man Than You
... When your wife deceives or leaves you for a blackguard, brute, and sot, ...
Andy's Return
... Hell soon enjoy his gains ...
Bourke
... Theyre scattered wide and scattered farby fan-like tracks, north, east, and west ...
The Writer's Dream
... By the heart of Bill and the heart of Jim, and the men that their hearts deem white, ...
Mostly Slavonic
... And the rear wheels, which are fore wheels, with their murdrous loads of steel ...
Watching The Crows
... Like the form of that blackfellowwatching the crows ...
The Federal City
... Where the crowd should be drawn from the coast line to the great bush that cradled the race, ...
The Rebel
... They obeyed the Makers sentencewhey have ploughed and tilled the soil ...
To Tom Bracken
... An keep my tongue from clacken ...
The Route March
... Hear the little school-girls singing as our troops went swinging past ...
The Little Native Rose
... Yet first for faint, far off perfume, ...
Grey Wolves Grey
... And her tea-bricks bound with the bullocks blood ...
