Henry Kendall

(18 April 1839 – 1 August 1882 / Ulladulla, New South Wales)

Henry Kendall Poems

1. Amongst The Roses 1/1/2004
2. The Last Of His Tribe 1/1/2004
3. Aboriginal Death Song 1/1/2004
4. After Many Years 1/4/2003
5. Song Of The Cattle Hunters 1/1/2004
6. Bell Birds 4/7/2010
7. ~araluen~ 1/1/2004
8. The River And The Hill 1/1/2004
9. After The Hunt 1/1/2004
10. A Spanish Love Song 1/1/2004
11. Aileen 1/1/2004
12. Astarte 1/1/2004
13. A Day Of Dream 4/7/2010
14. At Dusk 4/7/2010
15. Beyond Kerguelen 1/1/2004
16. Australian War Song 4/7/2010
17. Kooroora 1/1/2004
18. A Mountain Spring 1/1/2004
19. The Muse Of Australia 1/1/2004
20. Arakoon 1/1/2004
21. Etheline 1/1/2004
22. At Long Bay 4/7/2010
23. Araluen 1/4/2003
24. Footfalls 4/7/2010
25. Bells Beyond The Forest 4/7/2010
26. A Death In The Bush 4/7/2010
27. At Euroma 4/7/2010
28. Kiama 1/1/2004
29. From The Forests 4/7/2010
30. Evening Hymn 4/7/2010
31. To A Mountain 1/4/2003
32. At Her Window 4/7/2010
33. A Hyde Park Larrikin 1/1/2004
34. Australia Vindex 4/7/2010
35. How The Melbourne Cup Was Won 4/7/2010
36. A Birthday Trifle 4/7/2010
37. Clari 4/7/2010
38. Sydney Harbour 4/7/2010
39. The Ivy On The Wall 4/7/2010
40. Bellambi's Maid 4/7/2010
Best Poem of Henry Kendall

Amongst The Roses

I walked through a Forest, beneath the hot noon,
On Etheline calling and calling!
One said: “She will hear you and come to you soon,
When the coolness, my brother, is falling.”
But I whispered: “O Darling, I falter with pain!”
And the thirsty leaves rustled, and hissed for the rain,
Where a wayfarer halted and slept on the plain;
And dreamt of a garden of Roses!
Of a cool sweet place,
And a nestling face
In a dance and a dazzle of Roses.
In the drought of a Desert, outwearied, I wept,
O Etheline, ...

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James Lionel Michael

BE HIS rest the rest he sought:
Calm and deep.
Let no wayward word or thought
Vex his sleep.
Peace—the peace that no man knows—
Now remains
Where the wasted woodwind blows,
Wakes and wanes.

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