Who is Henry Lawson

Henry Archibald Hertzberg Lawson (17 June 1867 – 2 September 1922) was an Australian writer and bush poet. Along with his contemporary Banjo Paterson, Lawson is among the best-known Australian poets and fiction writers of the colonial period and is often called Australia's "greatest short story writer".

A vocal nationalist and republican, Lawson regularly contributed to The Bulletin, and many of his works helped popularise the Australian vernacular in fiction. He wrote prolifically into the 1890s, after which his output declined, in part due to struggles with alcoholism and mental illness. At times destitute, he spent periods in Darlinghurst Gaol and psychiatric institutions. After he died in 1922 following a cerebral haemorrhage, Lawson became the first Australian wr...
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Never 267 World 219 Long 199 Heart 195 Night 194 Home 157 Good 152 Life 150 Time 146 I Love You 135

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  • Grantlee_kieza: grantlee kieza on writing the biography of henry lawson - harpercollins australia
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  • Ozradiogold: murray hartin - henry lawson's the glass at the bar
  • Drewpavlou: my most recent list of great australians (off the top of my head) - ned kelly, banjo paterson, henry lawson, mary gilmore, grace tame, eddie mabo, gough whitlam, doc evatt, chifley, curtin, jack lang, ted theodore, tj ryan, bob katter
  • Lawson_wolfcola: defense played one good half against wft, got carved up by ryan tannehill, and then faced an offense that had (and played like a team that had) a 4 score lead the entire second half. i don’t care about henry’s ypc; only goes to show you can beat this defense in multiple ways.
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An Allegory On Man
 by Thomas Parnell

A thoughtful Being, long and spare,
Our Race of Mortals call him Care:
(Were Homer living, well he knew
What Name the Gods have call'd him too)
With fine Mechanick Genius wrought,
And lov'd to work, tho' no one bought.

This Being, by a Model bred

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