Henry Kendall

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

Henry Kendall Poems

161. A Birthday Trifle 4/7/2010
162. How The Melbourne Cup Was Won 4/7/2010
163. Australia Vindex 4/7/2010
164. A Hyde Park Larrikin 1/1/2004
165. At Her Window 4/7/2010
166. Evening Hymn 4/7/2010
167. From The Forests 4/7/2010
168. To A Mountain 1/4/2003
169. Kiama 1/1/2004
170. At Euroma 4/7/2010
171. A Death In The Bush 4/7/2010
172. Bells Beyond The Forest 4/7/2010
173. Footfalls 4/7/2010
174. Araluen 1/4/2003
175. At Long Bay 4/7/2010
176. Etheline 1/1/2004
177. Arakoon 1/1/2004
178. The Muse Of Australia 1/1/2004
179. A Mountain Spring 1/1/2004
180. Kooroora 1/1/2004
181. Australian War Song 4/7/2010
182. Beyond Kerguelen 1/1/2004
183. A Day Of Dream 4/7/2010
184. Astarte 1/1/2004
185. A Spanish Love Song 1/1/2004
186. At Dusk 4/7/2010
187. ~araluen~ 1/1/2004
188. The River And The Hill 1/1/2004
189. Aileen 1/1/2004
190. After The Hunt 1/1/2004
191. Bell Birds 4/7/2010
192. Song Of The Cattle Hunters 1/1/2004
193. Aboriginal Death Song 1/1/2004
194. The Last Of His Tribe 1/1/2004
195. After Many Years 1/4/2003
196. Amongst The Roses 1/1/2004

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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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Kooroora

The gums in the gully stand gloomy and stark,
A torrent beneath them is leaping,
And the wind goes about like a ghost in the dark
Where a chief of Wahibbi lies sleeping!
He dreams of a battle -- of foes of the past,
But he hears not the whooping abroad on the blast,
Nor the fall of the feet that are travelling fast.
Oh, why dost thou slumber, Kooroora?

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