A Death in the Bush (Henry Kendall Poems)
The hut was built of bark and shrunken slabs,That wore the marks of many rains, and showedDry flaws wherein had ...
The hut was built of bark and shrunken slabs,That wore the marks of many rains, and showedDry flaws wherein had ...
A SKY of wind! And while these fitful gustsAre beating round the windows in the cold,With sullen sobs of rain, ...
IA Mountain SpringPeace hath an altar there. The sounding feet Of thunder and the 'wildering wings of rainAgainst fire-rifted summits flash ...
SING, mountain-wind, thy strong, superior song-Thy haughty alpine anthem, over tractsWhose passes and whose swift, rock-straitened streamsCatch mighty life and ...
The Sun o'er the waters was throwing In the freshness of morning its beams;And the breast of the ocean seemed glowing With ...
Rolling through the gloomy gorges, comes the roaring southern blast,With a sound of torrents flying, like a routed army, past,And, ...
Manasseh, lord of Judah, and the sonOf him who, favoured of Jehovah, sawAt midnight, when the skies were flushed with ...
With reverent eyes and bowed, uncovered head, A son of sorrow kneels by fanes you knew;But cannot say the words that ...
Set your face toward the darkness - tell of deserts weird and wide,Where unshaken woods are huddled, and low, languid ...
THE GLOVED and jewelled bards who sing Of Pippa, Maud, and Dorothea,Have hardly done the handsome thing For you, my inky Cytherea.Flower ...
Wizened the wood is, and wan is the way through it; White as a corpse is the face of the fen;Only ...
Where the lone creek, chafing nightly in the cold and sad moonshine,Beats beneath the twisted fern-roots and the drenched and ...
In the roar of the storm, in the wild bitter voice of the tempest-whipped sea,The cry of my darling, my ...
To thee, O father of the stately peaks,Above me in the loftier light — to thee,Imperial brother of those awful ...
Songs of morning, with your breathSing the darkness now to death;Radiant river, beaming bay,Fair as Summer, shine to-day;Flying torrent, falling ...
Here, where the great hills fall awayTo bays of silver sea,I hold within my hand to-dayA wild thing, strange to ...
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 ...
JUST when the western light Flickered out dim,Flushing the mountain-side, Summit and rim,A last, low, lingering gleamFell on a yellow stream,And then ...
I see, as one in dreaming,A broad, bright, quiet sea;Beyond it lies a haven —The only home for me.Some men ...
Here in this gold-green evening end, While air is soft and sky is clear,What tender message shall I send To her I ...
Another battle! and the sounds have rolled By many a gloomy gorge and wasted plainO'er huddled hills and mountains manifold, Like winds ...
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