Euterpe: A Cantanta (Henry Kendall Poems)
Argument.Hail to thee, Sound!-The power of Euterpe in all the scenes of life-in religion; in works of charity; in soothing ...
Henry Kendall Poems on Nature (51 Poems)
A Death in the Bush (Henry Kendall Poems)
The hut was built of bark and shrunken slabs,That wore the marks of many rains, and showedDry flaws wherein had ...
The Glen of Arrawatta (Henry Kendall Poems)
A SKY of wind! And while these fitful gustsAre beating round the windows in the cold,With sullen sobs of rain, ...
Leaves from Australian Forests (12 Sonnets) (Henry Kendall Poems)
IA Mountain SpringPeace hath an altar there. The sounding feet Of thunder and the 'wildering wings of rainAgainst fire-rifted summits flash ...
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, ...
Rover (Henry Kendall Poems)
NO classic warrior tempts my pen To fill with verse these pages-No lordly-hearted man of men My Muse's thought engages.Let others choose ...
Manasseh (Henry Kendall Poems)
Manasseh, lord of Judah, and the sonOf him who, favoured of Jehovah, sawAt midnight, when the skies were flushed with ...
Ogyges (Henry Kendall Poems)
Stand out, swift-footed leaders of the horns,And draw strong breath, and fill the hollowy cliffWith shocks of clamour, - let ...
In Memoriam: Alice Fane Gunn Stenhouse (Henry Kendall Poems)
The grand, authentic songs that rollAcross grey widths of wild-faced sea,The lordly anthems of the Pole,Are loud upon the lea.Yea, ...
The Curse of Mother Flood (Henry Kendall Poems)
Wizened the wood is, and wan is the way through it; White as a corpse is the face of the fen;Only ...
Robert Parkes (Henry Kendall Poems)
High travelling winds by royal hill Their awful anthem sing,And songs exalted flow and fill The caverns of the spring.To-night across a ...
The Wail in the Native Oak (Henry Kendall Poems)
Where the lone creek, chafing nightly in the cold and sad moonshine,Beats beneath the twisted fern-roots and the drenched and ...
Jim the Splitter (Henry Kendall Poems)
The bard who is singing of Wollombi JimIs hardly just now in the requisite trim To sit on his Pegasus fairly;Besides, ...
Fainting by the Way (Henry Kendall Poems)
Swarthy wastelands, wide and woodless, glittering miles and miles away,Where the south wind seldom wanders and the winters will not ...
Mountains (Henry Kendall Poems)
Rifted mountains, clad with forests, girded round by gleaming pines,Where the morning, like an angel, robed in golden splendour shines;Shimmering ...
Hunted Down (Henry Kendall Poems)
Two years had the tiger, whose shape was that of a sinister man,Been out since the night of escape — ...
On the Paroo (Henry Kendall Poems)
AS WHEN the strong stream of a wintering seaRolls round our coast, with bodeful breaks of storm,And swift salt rain, ...
The Song of Ninian Melville (Henry Kendall Poems)
Sing the song of noisy Ninny - hang the Muses - spit it out!(Tuneful Nine ye needn't help me - ...
The Voice in the Wild Oak (Henry Kendall Poems)
Twelve years ago, when I could face High heaven's dome with different eyes-In days full-flowered with hours of grace, And nights not ...
Leichhardt (Henry Kendall Poems)
LORDLY harp, by lordly master wakened from majestic sleep,Yet shall speak and yet shall sing the words which make the ...
Pytheas (Henry Kendall Poems)
Gaul whose keel in far, dim ages ploughed wan widths of polar sea-Gray old sailor of Massilia, who hath woven ...
To a Mountain (Henry Kendall Poems)
To thee, O father of the stately peaks,Above me in the loftier light — to thee,Imperial brother of those awful ...
Our Jack (Henry Kendall Poems)
Twelve years ago our Jack was lost. All night,Twelve years ago, the Spirit of the StormSobbed round our camp. A ...
Foreshadowings (Henry Kendall Poems)
FIFTEEN miles and then the harbour! Here we cannot choose but stand,Faces thrust towards the day-break, listening for our native ...
Christmas Creek (Henry Kendall Poems)
Phantom streams were in the distance — mocking lights of lake and pool —Ghosts of trees of soft green lustre ...
Elijah (Henry Kendall Poems)
INTO that good old Hebrew's soul sublimeThe spirit of the wilderness had passed;For where the thunders of imperial StormRolled over ...
Morning in the Bush (Henry Kendall Poems)
Above the skirts of yellow clouds,The god-like Sun, arrayedIn blinding splendour, swiftly rose,And looked athwart the glade;The sleepy dingo watched ...
Sydney Exhibition Cantata (Henry Kendall Poems)
Songs of morning, with your breathSing the darkness now to death;Radiant river, beaming bay,Fair as Summer, shine to-day;Flying torrent, falling ...
Lilith (Henry Kendall Poems)
Strange is the song, and the soul that is singing Falters because of the vision it sees;Voice that is not of ...
Sonnets on the Discovery of Botany Bay by Captain Cook (Henry Kendall Poems)
The First Attempt to Reach the ShoreWhere is the painter who shall paint for you,My Austral brothers, with a pencil ...