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 ...
SING, mountain-wind, thy strong, superior song-Thy haughty alpine anthem, over tractsWhose passes and whose swift, rock-straitened streamsCatch mighty life and ...
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, lord of Judah, and the sonOf him who, favoured of Jehovah, sawAt midnight, when the skies were flushed with ...
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 ...
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 ...
Where the lone creek, chafing nightly in the cold and sad moonshine,Beats beneath the twisted fern-roots and the drenched and ...
Swarthy wastelands, wide and woodless, glittering miles and miles away,Where the south wind seldom wanders and the winters will not ...
SINGER of songs of the hills- Dreamer, by waters unstirred,Back in a valley of rills, Home of the leaf and the bird!-Read ...
Sing the song of noisy Ninny - hang the Muses - spit it out!(Tuneful Nine ye needn't help me - ...
In the roar of the storm, in the wild bitter voice of the tempest-whipped sea,The cry of my darling, my ...
I dread that street — its haggard faceI have not seen for eight long years;A mother's curse is on 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 ...
To-night a strong south wind in thunder singsAcross the city. Now by salt wet flats,And ridges perished with the breath ...
In a far-away glen of the hills, Where the bird of the night is at rest,Shut in from the thunder that ...
HERE, pent about by office walls And barren eyes all day,'Tis sweet to think of waterfalls Two hundred miles away!I would not ...
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 ...
Sing the song of wave-worn Coogee, Coogee in the distance white,With its jags and points disrupted, gaps and fractures fringed ...
In the beams of a beautiful day, Made soft by a breeze from the sea,The horses were started away, The fleet-footed thirty ...
ACROSS bleak widths of broken sea A fierce north-easter breaks,And makes a thunder on the lea- A whiteness of the lakes.Here, while ...
The First Attempt to Reach the ShoreWhere is the painter who shall paint for you,My Austral brothers, with a pencil ...
Hear ye not the waters beating where the rapid rivers, meeting With the winds above them fleeting, hurry to the distant ...
Just a shell, to which the seaweed glittering yet with greenness clings,Like the song that once I loved so, softly ...
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