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 ...
JanuaryThe first fair month! In singing Summer's sphereShe glows, the eldest daughter of the year.All light, all warmth, all passion, ...
SING, mountain-wind, thy strong, superior song-Thy haughty alpine anthem, over tractsWhose passes and whose swift, rock-straitened streamsCatch mighty life and ...
IThe cool grass blowing in a breeze Of April valleys sooms and sways;On slopes that dip to quiet seas Through far, faint ...
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 ...
High travelling winds by royal hill Their awful anthem sing,And songs exalted flow and fill The caverns of the spring.To-night across a ...
Where the lone creek, chafing nightly in the cold and sad moonshine,Beats beneath the twisted fern-roots and the drenched and ...
From the rainy hill-heads, where, in starts and in spasms,Leaps wild the white torrent from chasms to chasms-From the home ...
I dread that street — its haggard faceI have not seen for eight long years;A mother's curse is on the ...
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 ...
IBrothers from far-away lands, Sons of the fathers of fame,Here are our hearts and our hands- This is our song of acclaim.Lords ...
The strong sob of the chafing stream That seaward fights its way Down crags of glitter, dells of gleam, Is ...
To-night a strong south wind in thunder singsAcross the city. Now by salt wet flats,And ridges perished with the breath ...
No song is this of leaf and bird,And gracious waters flowing;I'm sick at heart, for I have heardBig Billy Vickers ...
INTO that good old Hebrew's soul sublimeThe spirit of the wilderness had passed;For where the thunders of imperial StormRolled over ...
Songs of morning, with your breathSing the darkness now to death;Radiant river, beaming bay,Fair as Summer, shine to-day;Flying torrent, falling ...
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 ...
A MIGHTY theatre of snow and fire,Girt with perpetual Winter, and sublimeBy reason of that lordly solitudeWhich dwells for ever ...
THE SPIRIT of beautiful faces, The light on the forehead of Love,And the spell of past visited places, And the songs and ...
HAVE faith in God. For whosoever lists To calm conviction in these days of strife,Will learn that in this steadfast stand ...
Where in a green, moist, myrtle dellThe torrent voice rings strongAnd clear, above a star-bright well,I write this woodland song.The ...
She knelt by the dead, in her passionate grief,Beneath a weird forest of Tanna;She kissed the stern brow of her ...
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