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 Name (28 Poems)
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 Voyage of Telegonus (Henry Kendall Poems)
Ill fares it with the man whose lips are setTo bitter themes and words that spite the gods;For, seeing how ...
The Glen of Arrawatta (Henry Kendall Poems)
A SKY of wind! And while these fitful gustsAre beating round the windows in the cold,With sullen sobs of rain, ...
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 ...
To the Spirit of Music (Henry Kendall Poems)
IThe cool grass blowing in a breeze Of April valleys sooms and sways;On slopes that dip to quiet seas Through far, faint ...
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 ...
Beyond Kerguelen (Henry Kendall Poems)
DOWN in the South, by the waste without sail on it- Far from the zone of the blossom and tree- ...
Kingsborough (Henry Kendall Poems)
A waving of hats and of hands, The voices of thousands in one,A shout from the ring and the stands, And a ...
Peter the Piccaninny (Henry Kendall Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
Euroclydon (Henry Kendall Poems)
On the storm-cloven Cape The bitter waves roll, With the bergs of the Pole,And the darks and the damps of the Northern ...
On a Street (Henry Kendall Poems)
I dread that street — its haggard faceI have not seen for eight long years;A mother's curse is on the ...
Leichhardt (Henry Kendall Poems)
LORDLY harp, by lordly master wakened from majestic sleep,Yet shall speak and yet shall sing the words which make the ...
Pytheas (Henry Kendall Poems)
Gaul whose keel in far, dim ages ploughed wan widths of polar sea-Gray old sailor of Massilia, who hath woven ...
Merope (Henry Kendall Poems)
FAR in the ways of the hyaline wastes-in the face of the splendidSix of the sisters-the star-dowered sisters ineffably bright,Merope ...
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 ...
How the Melbourne Cup was Won (Henry Kendall Poems)
In the beams of a beautiful day, Made soft by a breeze from the sea,The horses were started away, The fleet-footed thirty ...
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 ...
Euterpe (Henry Kendall Poems)
CHILD of Light, the bright, the bird-like! wilt thou float and float to me,Facing winds and sleets and waters, flying ...
Daphne (Henry Kendall Poems)
Daphne! Ladon's daughter, Daphne! Set thyself in silver light,Take thy thoughts of fairest texture, weave them into words of white ...
Rose Lorraine (Henry Kendall Poems)
Sweet water-moons, blown into lightsOf flying gold on pool and creek,And many sounds and many sightsOf younger days are back ...
Australia Vindex (Henry Kendall Poems)
Who cometh from fields of the south With raiment of weeping and woe,And a cry of the heart in her mouth, And ...
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 ...
Campaspe (Henry Kendall Poems)
Turn from the ways of this Woman! Campaspe we call her by name —She is fairer than flowers of the ...
The Far Future (Henry Kendall Poems)
AUSTRALIA, advancing with rapid winged stride,Shall plant among nations her banners in pride,The yoke of dependence aside she will cast,And ...
John Dunmore Lang (Henry Kendall Poems)
The song that is last of the many Whose music is full of thy name,Is weaker, O father! than any, Is fainter ...
To My Brother, Basil E. Kendall (Henry Kendall Poems)
TO-NIGHT the sea sends up a gulf-like sound,And ancient rhymes are ringing in my head,The many lilts of song we ...