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, ...
JanuaryThe first fair month! In singing Summer's sphereShe glows, the eldest daughter of the year.All light, all warmth, all passion, ...
IThe cool grass blowing in a breeze Of April valleys sooms and sways;On slopes that dip to quiet seas Through far, faint ...
The Sun o'er the waters was throwing In the freshness of morning its beams;And the breast of the ocean seemed glowing With ...
Manasseh, lord of Judah, and the sonOf him who, favoured of Jehovah, sawAt midnight, when the skies were flushed with ...
DOWN in the South, by the waste without sail on it- Far from the zone of the blossom and tree- ...
DEEP under the spires of a hill, by the feet of the thunder-cloud trod,I pause in a luminous, still, magnificent ...
He has a name which can't be brought Within the sphere of metre;But, as he's Peter by report, I'll trot him out ...
SINGER of songs of the hills- Dreamer, by waters unstirred,Back in a valley of rills, Home of the leaf and the bird!-Read ...
Rifted mountains, clad with forests, girded round by gleaming pines,Where the morning, like an angel, robed in golden splendour shines;Shimmering ...
From the rainy hill-heads, where, in starts and in spasms,Leaps wild the white torrent from chasms to chasms-From the home ...
Gaul whose keel in far, dim ages ploughed wan widths of polar sea-Gray old sailor of Massilia, who hath woven ...
To thee, O father of the stately peaks,Above me in the loftier light — to thee,Imperial brother of those awful ...
WE STOOD by the window and hearkenedTo the voice of the runnels sea-driven,While, northward, the mountain-heads darkened,Girt round with the ...
INTO that good old Hebrew's soul sublimeThe spirit of the wilderness had passed;For where the thunders of imperial StormRolled over ...
Let me talk of years evanished, let me harp upon the timeWhen we trod these sands together, in our boyhood's ...
Path beside the silver waters, flashing in October's sun-Walk, by green and golden margins where the sister streamlets run-Twenty shining ...
Strange is the song, and the soul that is singing Falters because of the vision it sees;Voice that is not of ...
Hear ye not the waters beating where the rapid rivers, meeting With the winds above them fleeting, hurry to the distant ...
"Daughter," said the ancient father, pausing by the evening sea,"Turn thy face towards the sunset — turn thy face and ...
LIKE one who meets a staggering blow, The stout old ship doth reel,And waters vast go seething past-But will it last, ...
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 ...
A MIGHTY theatre of snow and fire,Girt with perpetual Winter, and sublimeBy reason of that lordly solitudeWhich dwells for ever ...
Encompassed by the psalm of hill and stream,By hymns august with their majestic theme,Here in the evening of exalted daysTo ...
A grace that was lent for a very few hours,By the bountiful Spirit above us;She sleeps like a flower in ...
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