Henry Kendall

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

Henry Kendall Poems

161. A Hyde Park Larrikin 1/1/2004
162. At Her Window 4/7/2010
163. Evening Hymn 4/7/2010
164. From The Forests 4/7/2010
165. To A Mountain 1/4/2003
166. Kiama 1/1/2004
167. At Euroma 4/7/2010
168. A Death In The Bush 4/7/2010
169. Bells Beyond The Forest 4/7/2010
170. Footfalls 4/7/2010
171. Bellambi's Maid 4/7/2010
172. Araluen 1/4/2003
173. At Long Bay 4/7/2010
174. Etheline 1/1/2004
175. Arakoon 1/1/2004
176. The Muse Of Australia 1/1/2004
177. A Mountain Spring 1/1/2004
178. Sydney Harbour 4/7/2010
179. Kooroora 1/1/2004
180. Australian War Song 4/7/2010
181. Beyond Kerguelen 1/1/2004
182. At Dusk 4/7/2010
183. A Day Of Dream 4/7/2010
184. Astarte 1/1/2004
185. A Spanish Love Song 1/1/2004
186. Blue Mountain Pioneers 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. Song Of The Cattle Hunters 1/1/2004
192. Aboriginal Death Song 1/1/2004
193. Bell Birds 4/7/2010
194. After Many Years 1/4/2003
195. The Last Of His Tribe 1/1/2004
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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James Lionel Michael

BE HIS rest the rest he sought:
Calm and deep.
Let no wayward word or thought
Vex his sleep.
Peace—the peace that no man knows—
Now remains
Where the wasted woodwind blows,
Wakes and wanes.

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