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 ...
Who cometh from fields of the south With raiment of weeping and woe,And a cry of the heart in her mouth, And ...
TAKE the harp, but very softly for our brother touch the strings:Wind and wood shall help to wail him, waves ...
How dazzling the sunbeams awoke on the spray,When Australia first rose in the distance away,As welcome to us on the ...
The gums in the gully stand gloomy and stark,A torrent beneath them is leaping,And the wind goes about like a ...
HAVE faith in God. For whosoever lists To calm conviction in these days of strife,Will learn that in this steadfast stand ...
IT LIES amongst the sleeping stones, Far down the hidden mountain glade;And past its brink the torrent moans For ever in a ...
ALL NIGHT long the sea out yonder-all night long the wailful sea,Vext of winds and many thunders, seeketh rest unceasingly!Seeketh ...
The song that is last of the many Whose music is full of thy name,Is weaker, O father! than any, Is fainter ...
Like drifts of balm from cedared glens, those darling memories come,With soft low songs, and dear old tales, familiar 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 ...
Sing her a song of the sun: Fill it with tones of the stream, -Echoes of waters that run Glad with the ...
Amongst the thunder-splintered cavesOn Ocean's long and windy shore,I catch the voice of dying wavesBelow the ridges old and hoar;The ...
Alone - alone!With a heart like a stone,She maketh her moanAt the feet of the trees,With her face on her ...
With sweet Regret - (the dearest thing that Yesterday has left us) -We often turn our homeless eyes to scenes ...
I see, as one in dreaming,A broad, bright, quiet sea;Beyond it lies a haven —The only home for me.Some men ...
Today, while yet the rumour filled the street,I left your faces troubled with the thoughtOf brothers to a bodeful fury ...
The harp we love hath a royal burst!Its strings are mighty forest trees;And branches, swaying to and fro,Are fingers sounding ...
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