Henry Kendall

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

Henry Kendall Poems

41. The Fate Of The Explorers (A Fragment) 4/7/2010
42. The Far Future 4/7/2010
43. The Earth Laments For Day 4/7/2010
44. The Curse Of Mother Flood 4/7/2010
45. The Curlew Song 4/7/2010
46. The Bereaved One 4/7/2010
47. The Barcoo 1/1/2004
48. The Ballad Of Tanna 4/7/2010
49. The Australian Emigrant 4/7/2010
50. The Austral Months 4/7/2010
51. Syrinx 4/7/2010
52. Sydney Harbour 4/7/2010
53. Sydney Exhibition Cantata 4/7/2010
54. Sutherland’s Grave 4/7/2010
55. Stanzas 4/7/2010
56. Sonnets On The Discovery Of Botany Bay By Captain Cook 4/7/2010
57. Song Of The Shingle-Splitters 1/1/2004
58. Song Of The Cattle Hunters 1/1/2004
59. Sitting By The Fire 4/7/2010
60. Silent Tears 4/7/2010
61. September In Australia 1/4/2003
62. Sedan 4/7/2010
63. Safi 4/7/2010
64. Rose Lorraine 1/4/2003
65. Robert Parkes 4/7/2010
66. Rizpah 4/7/2010
67. Pytheas 4/7/2010
68. Prefatory Sonnets I 1/4/2003
69. Peter The Piccaninny 4/7/2010
70. Persia 4/7/2010
71. Passing Away 4/7/2010
72. Outre Mer 1/4/2003
73. Our Jack 4/7/2010
74. Orara 1/1/2004
75. On The Paroo 4/7/2010
76. On A Street 4/7/2010
77. On A Spanish Cathedral 4/7/2010
78. On A Cattle Track 4/7/2010
79. On A Baby Buried By The Hawkesbury 4/7/2010
80. Oh, Tell Me, Ye Breezes 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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After Many Years

The song that once I dreamed about,
   The tender, touching thing,
As radiant as the rose without,
   The love of wind and wing:
The perfect verses, to the tune
   Of woodland music set,
As beautiful as afternoon,
   Remain unwritten yet.

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