Henry Kendall

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

Henry Kendall Poems

161. Campaspe 4/7/2010
162. By The Sea 4/7/2010
163. By The Cliffs Of The Sea 4/7/2010
164. Bob 4/7/2010
165. Blue Mountain Pioneers 4/7/2010
166. Black Lizzie 4/7/2010
167. Black Kate 4/7/2010
168. Billy Vickers 1/1/2004
169. Bill The Bullock-Driver 4/7/2010
170. Beyond Kerguelen 1/1/2004
171. Bells Beyond The Forest 4/7/2010
172. Bellambi's Maid 4/7/2010
173. Bell Birds 4/7/2010
174. Basil Moss 4/7/2010
175. Australian War Song 4/7/2010
176. Australia Vindex 4/7/2010
177. At Long Bay 4/7/2010
178. At Her Window 4/7/2010
179. At Euroma 4/7/2010
180. At Dusk 4/7/2010
181. Astarte 1/1/2004
182. Araluen 1/4/2003
183. Arakoon 1/1/2004
184. Amongst The Roses 1/1/2004
185. Aileen 1/1/2004
186. After The Hunt 1/1/2004
187. After Many Years 1/4/2003
188. Achan 1/1/2004
189. Aboriginal Death Song 1/1/2004
190. A Spanish Love Song 1/1/2004
191. A Mountain Spring 1/1/2004
192. A Hyde Park Larrikin 1/1/2004
193. A Death In The Bush 4/7/2010
194. A Day Of Dream 4/7/2010
195. A Birthday Trifle 4/7/2010
196. ~araluen~ 1/1/2004
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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