Wollongong (Henry Kendall Poems)
Let me talk of years evanished, let me harp upon the timeWhen we trod these sands together, in our boyhood's ...
Let me talk of years evanished, let me harp upon the timeWhen we trod these sands together, in our boyhood's ...
Strange is the song, and the soul that is singing Falters because of the vision it sees;Voice that is not of ...
The First Attempt to Reach the ShoreWhere is the painter who shall paint for you,My Austral brothers, with a pencil ...
SAID one who led the spears of swarthy Gad,To Jesse's mighty son: "My Lord, O King,I, halting hard by Gibeon's ...
Where Harpur lies, the rainy streams, And wet hill-heads, and hollows weeping,Are swift with wind, and white with gleams, And hoarse with ...
"Shut your ears, stranger, or turn from Ghost Glen now,For the paths are grown over, untrodden by men now;Shut your ...
Because this man fulfilled his days,Like one who walks with steadfast gazeAverted from forbidden ways With lures of fair, false flowerage ...
The rain-clouds have gone to the deep —The East like a furnace doth glow;And the day-spring is flooding the steep,And ...
Barren Age and withered World!Oh! the dying leaves,Like a drizzling rain,Falling round the roof —Pattering on the pane!Frosty Age and ...
BE HIS rest the rest he sought: Calm and deep.Let no wayward word or thought Vex his sleep.Peace-the peace that no man ...
LOW as a lute, my love, beneath the callOf storm, I hear a melancholy wind;The memorably mournful wind of yoreWhich ...
THE PRIESTS and the Levites went forth, to feast at the courts of the Kings;They were vain of their greatness ...
A SILVER slope, a fall of firs, a league of gleaming grasses,And fiery cones, and sultry spurs, and swarthy pits ...
Who cometh from fields of the south With raiment of weeping and woe,And a cry of the heart in her mouth, And ...
The embers were blinking and clinking away,The casement half open was thrown;There was nothing but cloud on the skirts of ...
Said the yellow-haired Spirit of Spring To the white-footed Spirit of Snow,"On the wings of the tempest take wing, And leave me ...
TAKE the harp, but very softly for our brother touch the strings:Wind and wood shall help to wail him, waves ...
How dazzling the sunbeams awoke on the spray,When Australia first rose in the distance away,As welcome to us on the ...
Grey Winter hath gone, like a wearisome guest,And, behold, for repayment,September comes in with the wind of the WestAnd the ...
Dim dreams it hath of singing ways,Of far-off woodland water-heads,And shining ends of April daysAmongst the yellow runnel-beds.Stoop closer to ...
WHEN God drave the ruthless waters From our cornfields to the sea,Came she where our wives and daughters Sobbed their thanks on ...
The heart that once was rich with light,And happy in your grace,Now lieth cold beneath the scornThat gathers on your ...
The crag-pent breezes sob and moan where hidden waters glide;And twilight wanders round the earth with slow and shadowy stride.The ...
THERE'S music wafting on the air, The evening winds are sighingAmong the trees-and yonder stream Is mournfully replying,Lamenting loud the sunny light That ...
Amongst the thunder-splintered cavesOn Ocean's long and windy shore,I catch the voice of dying wavesBelow the ridges old and hoar;The ...
JUST when the western light Flickered out dim,Flushing the mountain-side, Summit and rim,A last, low, lingering gleamFell on a yellow stream,And then ...
Oh, tell me, ye breezes that spring from the west, Oh, tell me, ere passing away,If Leichhardt's bold spirit has fled ...
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