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 ...
Henry Kendall Poems on Happiness (25 Poems)
The Maid of Gerringong (Henry Kendall Poems)
Rolling through the gloomy gorges, comes the roaring southern blast,With a sound of torrents flying, like a routed army, past,And, ...
Rover (Henry Kendall Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
Jim the Splitter (Henry Kendall Poems)
The bard who is singing of Wollombi JimIs hardly just now in the requisite trim To sit on his Pegasus fairly;Besides, ...
Bob (Henry Kendall Poems)
SINGER of songs of the hills- Dreamer, by waters unstirred,Back in a valley of rills, Home of the leaf and the bird!-Read ...
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 ...
Intaglio – Frank Denz (Henry Kendall Poems)
In the roar of the storm, in the wild bitter voice of the tempest-whipped sea,The cry of my darling, my ...
Our Jack (Henry Kendall Poems)
Twelve years ago our Jack was lost. All night,Twelve years ago, the Spirit of the StormSobbed round our camp. A ...
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 ...
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 ...
Persia (Henry Kendall Poems)
I am writing this song at the close Of a beautiful day of the springIn a dell where the daffodil grows By ...
Sitting by the Fire (Henry Kendall Poems)
Barren Age and withered World!Oh! the dying leaves,Like a drizzling rain,Falling round the roof —Pattering on the pane!Frosty Age and ...
Kiama (Henry Kendall Poems)
Towards the hills of JamberooSome few fantastic shadows haste,Uplit with firesLike castle spiresOutshining through a mirage waste.Behold, a mournful glory ...
The Rain Comes Sobbing to the Door (Henry Kendall Poems)
The night grows dark, and weird, and cold; and thick drops patter on the pane;There comes a wailing from the ...
Daniel Henry Deniehy (Henry Kendall Poems)
TAKE the harp, but very softly for our brother touch the strings:Wind and wood shall help to wail him, waves ...
The Australian Emigrant (Henry Kendall Poems)
How dazzling the sunbeams awoke on the spray,When Australia first rose in the distance away,As welcome to us on the ...
Sunset (Henry Kendall Poems)
It is better, O day, that you go to your rest, For you go like a guest who was loth to ...
Faith in God (Henry Kendall Poems)
HAVE faith in God. For whosoever lists To calm conviction in these days of strife,Will learn that in this steadfast stand ...
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 Earth Laments for Day (Henry Kendall Poems)
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 ...
The Bereaved One (Henry Kendall Poems)
She sleeps-and I see through a shadowy haze, Where the hopes of the past and the dreams that I cherishedIn the ...
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 ...