The Sydney International Exhibition (Henry Kendall Poems)
Now, while Orion, flaming south, doth setA shining foot on hills of wind and wet-Far haughty hills beyond the fountains ...
Now, while Orion, flaming south, doth setA shining foot on hills of wind and wet-Far haughty hills beyond the fountains ...
Argument.Hail to thee, Sound!-The power of Euterpe in all the scenes of life-in religion; in works of charity; in soothing ...
Ill fares it with the man whose lips are setTo bitter themes and words that spite the gods;For, seeing how ...
Manasseh, lord of Judah, and the sonOf him who, favoured of Jehovah, sawAt midnight, when the skies were flushed with ...
With reverent eyes and bowed, uncovered head, A son of sorrow kneels by fanes you knew;But cannot say the words that ...
The grand, authentic songs that rollAcross grey widths of wild-faced sea,The lordly anthems of the Pole,Are loud upon the lea.Yea, ...
Set your face toward the darkness - tell of deserts weird and wide,Where unshaken woods are huddled, and low, languid ...
The Leaders of millions, the lords of the lands, Who sway the wide world with their willAnd shake the great globe ...
Wizened the wood is, and wan is the way through it; White as a corpse is the face of the fen;Only ...
DEEP under the spires of a hill, by the feet of the thunder-cloud trod,I pause in a luminous, still, magnificent ...
He has a name which can't be brought Within the sphere of metre;But, as he's Peter by report, I'll trot him out ...
SINGER of songs of the hills- Dreamer, by waters unstirred,Back in a valley of rills, Home of the leaf and the bird!-Read ...
AS WHEN the strong stream of a wintering seaRolls round our coast, with bodeful breaks of storm,And swift salt rain, ...
Sing the song of noisy Ninny - hang the Muses - spit it out!(Tuneful Nine ye needn't help me - ...
From the rainy hill-heads, where, in starts and in spasms,Leaps wild the white torrent from chasms to chasms-From the home ...
I dread that street — its haggard faceI have not seen for eight long years;A mother's curse is on the ...
LORDLY harp, by lordly master wakened from majestic sleep,Yet shall speak and yet shall sing the words which make the ...
Gaul whose keel in far, dim ages ploughed wan widths of polar sea-Gray old sailor of Massilia, who hath woven ...
A voice of grave, deep emphasis Is in the woods to-night;No sound of radiant day is this, No cadence of the light.Here ...
To thee, O father of the stately peaks,Above me in the loftier light — to thee,Imperial brother of those awful ...
IBrothers from far-away lands, Sons of the fathers of fame,Here are our hearts and our hands- This is our song of acclaim.Lords ...
In a far-away glen of the hills, Where the bird of the night is at rest,Shut in from the thunder that ...
A SONG that is bitter with grief-a ballad as pale as the lightThat comes with the fall of the leaf, ...
Years fifty, and seven to boot, have smitten the children of menSince sound of a voice or a foot came ...
Songs of morning, with your breathSing the darkness now to death;Radiant river, beaming bay,Fair as Summer, shine to-day;Flying torrent, falling ...
FAR in the ways of the hyaline wastes-in the face of the splendidSix of the sisters-the star-dowered sisters ineffably bright,Merope ...
I am writing this song at the close Of a beautiful day of the springIn a dell where the daffodil grows By ...
Path beside the silver waters, flashing in October's sun-Walk, by green and golden margins where the sister streamlets run-Twenty shining ...
Strange is the song, and the soul that is singing Falters because of the vision it sees;Voice that is not of ...
"Daughter," said the ancient father, pausing by the evening sea,"Turn thy face towards the sunset — turn thy face and ...
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