Henry Kendall

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

Henry Kendall Poems

81. The Ballad Of Tanna 4/7/2010
82. Watching 4/7/2010
83. On A Street 4/7/2010
84. In Memory Of John Fairfax 4/7/2010
85. Peter The Piccaninny 4/7/2010
86. Pytheas 4/7/2010
87. Robert Parkes 4/7/2010
88. By The Cliffs Of The Sea 4/7/2010
89. The Girl I Left Behind Me 4/7/2010
90. The Glen Of Arrawatta 4/7/2010
91. The Hut By The Black Swamp 4/7/2010
92. Charles Harpur 1/1/2004
93. Names Upon A Stone: (Inscribed To G. L. Fagan, Esq.) 4/7/2010
94. Lurline (Inscribed To Madame Lucy Escott.) 4/7/2010
95. Elijah 4/7/2010
96. Cui Bono? 4/7/2010
97. The Song Of Arda: (From “annatanam”.) 4/7/2010
98. The Australian Emigrant 4/7/2010
99. Campaspe 4/7/2010
100. Deniehy’s Dream 4/7/2010
101. Hunted Down 4/7/2010
102. John Bede Polding 4/7/2010
103. Rizpah 4/7/2010
104. The Austral Months 4/7/2010
105. The Maid Of Gerringong 4/7/2010
106. To - - 4/7/2010
107. Fainting By The Way 4/7/2010
108. Daphne 4/7/2010
109. Camped By The Creek 4/7/2010
110. Mooni 4/7/2010
111. Cleone 4/7/2010
112. Coogee 4/7/2010
113. Cooranbean 4/7/2010
114. The Old Year 4/7/2010
115. Sonnets On The Discovery Of Botany Bay By Captain Cook 4/7/2010
116. Lost In The Flood 4/7/2010
117. In The Valley 4/7/2010
118. Faith In God 4/7/2010
119. The Helmsman 4/7/2010
120. The Late W. V. Wild, Esq. 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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Araluen

Take this rose, and very gently place it on the tender, deep
Mosses where our little darling, Araluen, lies asleep.
Put the blossom close to baby -- kneel with me, my love, and pray;
We must leave the bird we've buried -- say good-bye to her to-day;
In the shadow of our trouble we must go to other lands,
And the flowers we have fostered will be left to other hands.
Other eyes will watch them growing -- other feet will softly tread
Where two hearts are nearly breaking, where so many

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