The Maid of Gerringong (Henry Kendall Poems)
Rolling through the gloomy gorges, comes the roaring southern blast,With a sound of torrents flying, like a routed army, past,And, ...
Rolling through the gloomy gorges, comes the roaring southern blast,With a sound of torrents flying, like a routed army, past,And, ...
ANGEL of Death! extend thy silent reign!Stretch thy dark sceptre o'er this new domainNo sable car along the winding roadHas ...
DAZZLED by sun and drugged by space they wait,These homeless peoples, at our prairie gate;Dumb with the awe of those ...
'I know where the timid fawn abidesIn the depths of the shaded dell,Where the leaves are broad and the thicket ...
"Whenever, amid bow'rs of myrtle,Love, summer-tressed and vernal-eyed,At morn or eve is seen to wander,A dark-haired girl is at his ...
I SPEAK with a proud tongue of the people who were And the people who are, The worthy of Ardara, the Rosses ...
On sunny slope and beechen swell,The shadowed light of evening fell;And, where the maple's leaf was brown,With soft and silent ...
WHERE, girt with orchard and with olive-yard, The white hill-fortress glimmers on the hill, Day after day an ancient goldsmith's ...
Neither daylight nor the darknessSee how silently I wander.Not on mountain, nor in valley,Does an old acacia ponder.The acacia solves ...
I wandered to the shore, nor knew I thenWhat my desire,—whether for wild lament,Or sweet regret, to fill the idle ...
Dargo is a dark-haired lass Prone to independent ways;Few men know her, fewer pass, Where her pleasant river playsBut the ...
O the breasts of youthO the pallid waters of the fig-eatersThe cobblestones echo with the steps of morning peopleThicket of ...
On sunny slope and beechen swell, The shadowed light of evening fell; And, where the maple's leaf was brown, With ...
Beyond the narrows of the Inner Hebrides We sailed the cold angry sea toward Barra, where Heaval mountain Lifts like ...
1 Adios, Carenage In idle August, while the sea soft, and leaves of brown islands stick to the rim of ...
In Warsaw, blackbird girls swoop down in flocks the old town square a swirl of dark-eyed dark-haired girls in brilliant ...
Through the windows the sun's light Turns to amber, the moon's to jade; All night long I lie awake, wondering ...
THE ROSES slanted crimson sobs On the night sky hair of the women, And the long light-fingered men Spoke to ...
In my dream, Celebrity, four pianos scored the room, and you -- on an antique sofa near two dark-haired innocents ...
Far are the shades of Arabia, Where the Princes ride at noon, 'Mid the verdurous vales and thickets, Under the ...
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