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 hut was built of bark and shrunken slabs,That wore the marks of many rains, and showedDry flaws wherein had ...
A SKY of wind! And while these fitful gustsAre beating round the windows in the cold,With sullen sobs of rain, ...
SING, mountain-wind, thy strong, superior song-Thy haughty alpine anthem, over tractsWhose passes and whose swift, rock-straitened streamsCatch mighty life and ...
With noise of battle and the dust of fray,Half hid in fog, the gloomy mountain lay;But Succoth's watchers, from their ...
The Sun o'er the waters was throwing In the freshness of morning its beams;And the breast of the ocean seemed glowing With ...
Rolling through the gloomy gorges, comes the roaring southern blast,With a sound of torrents flying, like a routed army, past,And, ...
DOWN in the South, by the waste without sail on it- Far from the zone of the blossom and tree- ...
The grand, authentic songs that rollAcross grey widths of wild-faced sea,The lordly anthems of the Pole,Are loud upon the lea.Yea, ...
A waving of hats and of hands, The voices of thousands in one,A shout from the ring and the stands, And a ...
Where the lone creek, chafing nightly in the cold and sad moonshine,Beats beneath the twisted fern-roots and the drenched and ...
Two years had the tiger, whose shape was that of a sinister man,Been out since the night of escape — ...
From the rainy hill-heads, where, in starts and in spasms,Leaps wild the white torrent from chasms to chasms-From the home ...
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 ...
In the roar of the storm, in the wild bitter voice of the tempest-whipped sea,The cry of my darling, my ...
Gaul whose keel in far, dim ages ploughed wan widths of polar sea-Gray old sailor of Massilia, who hath woven ...
Twelve years ago our Jack was lost. All night,Twelve years ago, the Spirit of the StormSobbed round our camp. A ...
WE STOOD by the window and hearkenedTo the voice of the runnels sea-driven,While, northward, the mountain-heads darkened,Girt round with the ...
Years fifty, and seven to boot, have smitten the children of menSince sound of a voice or a foot came ...
In the beams of a beautiful day, Made soft by a breeze from the sea,The horses were started away, The fleet-footed thirty ...
Strange is the song, and the soul that is singing Falters because of the vision it sees;Voice that is not of ...
I HEAR no footfall beating through the dark, A lonely gust is loitering at the pane;There is no sound within these ...
SAID one who led the spears of swarthy Gad,To Jesse's mighty son: "My Lord, O King,I, halting hard by Gibeon's ...
Through many a fragrant cedar grove A darkened water moans;And there pale Memory stood with Love Amongst the moss-green stones.The shimmering sunlight ...
Because this man fulfilled his days,Like one who walks with steadfast gazeAverted from forbidden ways With lures of fair, false flowerage ...
Where the strength of dry thunder splits hill-rocks asunder,And the shouts of the desert-wind break,By the gullies of deepness and ...
THE PRIESTS and the Levites went forth, to feast at the courts of the Kings;They were vain of their greatness ...
Who cometh from fields of the south With raiment of weeping and woe,And a cry of the heart in her mouth, And ...
The warrigal's lair is pent in bare, Black rocks at the gorge's mouth;It is set in ways where Summer strays With the ...
The wild night comes like an owl to its lair,The black clouds follow fast,And the sun-gleams die, and the lightnings ...
Like a beautiful face looking ever at meA pure bright moon cometh over the sea;And I stand on the crags, ...
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