Poems by Henry Kendall
At Euroma
... When the dark is keen where the storm hath been, ...
By the Sea
... There are wails in the wind, there are sighs on the shores, ...
Sutherlands Grave
... Ooze-filled forelands burnt and blackened, smit and scarred with lightning shocks ...
Camped By The Creek
... And when midnight had deepened the palls on ...
Black Kate
... Though she walked the woods about, ...
The Warrigal
... The white man's track and the haunts of the black ...
Kooroora
... But where are his brothers - the friends of his choice, ...
Billy Vickers
... He, being Bush-bred, stands, of course, ...
Ghost Glen
... Through the blood-spattered timber you may see the saw striving - ...
The Muse of Australia
... Oh! when will you meet with that soul of your choice, ...
Beyond Kerguelen
... Cliffs with the records of fierce flying fires on them &emsp ...
Aboriginal Death Song
... Faint from the brand and the blow ...
Evening Hymn
... Lo, from the depths of yonder wood, where many a blind creek strays, ...
Jim the Splitter
... Of his father's, and, haply, his grandfather's school ...
In Memoriam Nicol Drysdale Stenhouse
... Which guides great lives, stood fairly by the same, ...
