The Wail in the Native Oak (Henry Kendall Poems)
Where the lone creek, chafing nightly in the cold and sad moonshine,Beats beneath the twisted fern-roots and the drenched and ...
Henry Kendall Poems on Travel (4 Poems)
Mountains (Henry Kendall Poems)
Rifted mountains, clad with forests, girded round by gleaming pines,Where the morning, like an angel, robed in golden splendour shines;Shimmering ...
Billy Vickers (Henry Kendall Poems)
No song is this of leaf and bird,And gracious waters flowing;I'm sick at heart, for I have heardBig Billy Vickers ...
The Opossum-Hunt (Henry Kendall Poems)
Hear ye not the waters beating where the rapid rivers, meeting With the winds above them fleeting, hurry to the distant ...