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 ...
Now, while Orion, flaming south, doth setA shining foot on hills of wind and wet-Far haughty hills beyond the fountains ...
Argument.Hail to thee, Sound!-The power of Euterpe in all the scenes of life-in religion; in works of charity; in soothing ...
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 ...
JanuaryThe first fair month! In singing Summer's sphereShe glows, the eldest daughter of the year.All light, all warmth, all passion, ...
With noise of battle and the dust of fray,Half hid in fog, the gloomy mountain lay;But Succoth's watchers, from their ...
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 ...
AH, to be by Mooni now! Where the great dark hills of wonder, Scarred with storm and cleft asunder By ...
DOWN in the South, by the waste without sail on it- Far from the zone of the blossom and tree- ...
The grand, authentic songs that rollAcross grey widths of wild-faced sea,The lordly anthems of the Pole,Are loud upon the lea.Yea, ...
The Leaders of millions, the lords of the lands, Who sway the wide world with their willAnd shake the great globe ...
DEEP under the spires of a hill, by the feet of the thunder-cloud trod,I pause in a luminous, still, magnificent ...
Where the lone creek, chafing nightly in the cold and sad moonshine,Beats beneath the twisted fern-roots and the drenched and ...
Swarthy wastelands, wide and woodless, glittering miles and miles away,Where the south wind seldom wanders and the winters will not ...
SINGER of songs of the hills- Dreamer, by waters unstirred,Back in a valley of rills, Home of the leaf and the bird!-Read ...
From the rainy hill-heads, where, in starts and in spasms,Leaps wild the white torrent from chasms to chasms-From the home ...
In the roar of the storm, in the wild bitter voice of the tempest-whipped sea,The cry of my darling, my ...
I dread that street — its haggard faceI have not seen for eight long years;A mother's curse is on the ...
LORDLY harp, by lordly master wakened from majestic sleep,Yet shall speak and yet shall sing the words which make the ...
Gaul whose keel in far, dim ages ploughed wan widths of polar sea-Gray old sailor of Massilia, who hath woven ...
A voice of grave, deep emphasis Is in the woods to-night;No sound of radiant day is this, No cadence of the light.Here ...
FIFTEEN miles and then the harbour! Here we cannot choose but stand,Faces thrust towards the day-break, listening for our native ...
The strong sob of the chafing stream That seaward fights its way Down crags of glitter, dells of gleam, Is ...
In a far-away glen of the hills, Where the bird of the night is at rest,Shut in from the thunder that ...
A SONG that is bitter with grief-a ballad as pale as the lightThat comes with the fall of the leaf, ...
Sing the song of wave-worn Coogee, Coogee in the distance white,With its jags and points disrupted, gaps and fractures fringed ...
Path beside the silver waters, flashing in October's sun-Walk, by green and golden margins where the sister streamlets run-Twenty shining ...
ACROSS bleak widths of broken sea A fierce north-easter breaks,And makes a thunder on the lea- A whiteness of the lakes.Here, while ...
Just a shell, to which the seaweed glittering yet with greenness clings,Like the song that once I loved so, softly ...
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