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 ...
Henry Kendall Poems on Dreams (61 Poems)
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 ...
The Voyage of Telegonus (Henry Kendall Poems)
Ill fares it with the man whose lips are setTo bitter themes and words that spite the gods;For, seeing how ...
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 Austral Months (Henry Kendall Poems)
JanuaryThe first fair month! In singing Summer's sphereShe glows, the eldest daughter of the year.All light, all warmth, all passion, ...
To the Spirit of Music (Henry Kendall Poems)
IThe cool grass blowing in a breeze Of April valleys sooms and sways;On slopes that dip to quiet seas Through far, faint ...
Mooni (Henry Kendall Poems)
AH, to be by Mooni now! Where the great dark hills of wonder, Scarred with storm and cleft asunder By ...
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 ...
Beyond Kerguelen (Henry Kendall Poems)
DOWN in the South, by the waste without sail on it- Far from the zone of the blossom and tree- ...
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, ...
Bill the Bullock-Driv (Henry Kendall Poems)
The Leaders of millions, the lords of the lands, Who sway the wide world with their willAnd shake the great globe ...
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 ...
On a Spanish Cathedral (Henry Kendall Poems)
DEEP under the spires of a hill, by the feet of the thunder-cloud trod,I pause in a luminous, still, magnificent ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 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 ...
On a Street (Henry Kendall Poems)
I dread that street — its haggard faceI have not seen for eight long years;A mother's curse is on the ...
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 ...
In Memory of Edward Butler (Henry Kendall Poems)
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 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 ...
The Melbourne International Exhibition (Henry Kendall Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
Orara (Henry Kendall Poems)
The strong sob of the chafing stream That seaward fights its way Down crags of glitter, dells of gleam, Is ...
Kiama Revisited (Henry Kendall Poems)
WE STOOD by the window and hearkenedTo the voice of the runnels sea-driven,While, northward, the mountain-heads darkened,Girt round with the ...
Christmas Creek (Henry Kendall Poems)
Phantom streams were in the distance — mocking lights of lake and pool —Ghosts of trees of soft green lustre ...
Dungog (Henry Kendall Poems)
HERE, pent about by office walls And barren eyes all day,'Tis sweet to think of waterfalls Two hundred miles away!I would not ...