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 Hair (27 Poems)
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, ...
Basil Moss (Henry Kendall Poems)
SING, mountain-wind, thy strong, superior song-Thy haughty alpine anthem, over tractsWhose passes and whose swift, rock-straitened streamsCatch mighty life and ...
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 ...
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 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 ...
For Ever (Henry Kendall Poems)
OUT of the body for ever, Wearily sobbing, "Oh, whither?"A Soul that hath wasted its chances Floats on the limitless ether.Lost in ...
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 ...
Hy-Brasil (Henry Kendall Poems)
"Daughter," said the ancient father, pausing by the evening sea,"Turn thy face towards the sunset — turn thy face and ...
Rizpah (Henry Kendall Poems)
SAID one who led the spears of swarthy Gad,To Jesse's mighty son: "My Lord, O King,I, halting hard by Gibeon's ...
The Helmsman (Henry Kendall Poems)
LIKE one who meets a staggering blow, The stout old ship doth reel,And waters vast go seething past-But will it last, ...
Ella with the Shining Hair (Henry Kendall Poems)
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 ...
The Song of Arda: (From “Annatanam”.) (Henry Kendall Poems)
LOW as a lute, my love, beneath the callOf storm, I hear a melancholy wind;The memorably mournful wind of yoreWhich ...
Urara (Henry Kendall Poems)
Euroka, go over the tops of the hill,For the ~Death-clouds~ have passed us to-day,And we'll cry in the dark for ...
The Waterfall (Henry Kendall Poems)
THE SONG of the water Doomed ever to roam,A beautiful exile, Afar from its home.The cliffs on the mountain, The grand and the ...
Camped By The Creek (Henry Kendall Poems)
"All day a strong sun has been drinkingThe ponds in the Wattletree Glen;And now as they're puddles, I'm thinkingWe were ...
Campaspe (Henry Kendall Poems)
Turn from the ways of this Woman! Campaspe we call her by name —She is fairer than flowers of the ...
Lost in the Flood (Henry Kendall Poems)
WHEN God drave the ruthless waters From our cornfields to the sea,Came she where our wives and daughters Sobbed their thanks on ...
The Last Of His Tribe (Henry Kendall Poems)
He crouches, and buries his face on his knees,And hides in the dark of his hair;For he cannot look up ...
Under the Figtree (Henry Kendall Poems)
Like drifts of balm from cedared glens, those darling memories come,With soft low songs, and dear old tales, familiar to ...
Bellambi’s Maid (Henry Kendall Poems)
Amongst the thunder-splintered cavesOn Ocean's long and windy shore,I catch the voice of dying wavesBelow the ridges old and hoar;The ...
By the Sea (Henry Kendall Poems)
The Caves of the sea have been troubled to-day With the water which whitens, and widens, and fills;And a boat with ...
Clari (Henry Kendall Poems)
Too cold, O my brother, too cold for my wifeIs the Beauty you showed me this morning:Nor yet have I ...
The Muse of Australia (Henry Kendall Poems)
Where the pines with the eagles are nestled in rifts,And the torrent leaps down to the surges,I have followed her, ...