Henry Kendall Poems
- Aboriginal Death Song Feet of the flying, and fierce Tops...
- Amongst The Roses I walked through a Forest, beneath the hot ...
- The Last Of His Tribe He crouches, and buries his face on his...
- After Many Years The song that once I dreamed about, ...
- Song Of The Cattle Hunters While the morning light beams on ...
- Bell Birds By channels of coolness the echoes are ...
- ~araluen~ River, myrtle rimmed, and set Deep amongst ...
Thomas Henry Kendall was a nineteenth century Australian poet.
Kendall was born near Ulladulla, New South Wales. He was registered as Thomas Henry Kendall, but never appears to have used his first name. His three volumes of verse were all published under the name of "Henry Kendall". His father, Basil Kendall, was the son of the Rev. Thomas Kendall who came to Sydney in 1809 and five years later went as a missionary to New Zealand.
He received only a slight education. When he was 15 he went to sea with one of his uncles and was away for about two years. Returning to Sydney when 17 years old he found his mother keeping a boarding-school; it was ... more »
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Aboriginal Death Song
Feet of the flying, and fierce
Tops of the sharp-headed spear,
Hard by the thickets that pierce,
Lo! they are nimble and near.
Women are we, and the wives
Strong Arrawatta hath won;
Weary because of our lives,
Sick of the face of the sun.
Koola, our love and our light,
What have they done unto you?
Man of the star-reaching sight,
Dipped in the fire and the dew.
Black-headed snakes in the grass
Struck at the fleet-footed lord—
Still is his voice at the pass,
Soundless his step at the ford.
Far by the ...