Poems by Henry Kendall
Our Jack
... The whole night long, through wind and rain, and searched ...
Wamberal
... Therefore, just this shell yet dripping, with this weed of green and grey, ...
Safi
... Though he break with the lot of his choice! ...
September in Australia
... ~~~~~~ Oh, season of changes - of shadow and shine - ...
Christmas Creek
... So they made one last great effort - haled their beasts through brake and briar, ...
Bob
... Fanned by the breeze of the sea ...
The Glen of Arrawatta
... and evermore The bleak morass gave out the bitterns call, ...
The Ivy on the Wall
... The emerald leaves that blushed between ...
William Bede Dalley
... On whom remorse a great, sad burden lies, ...
The Last Of His Tribe
... And of foes that he sought, and of fights that he fought ...
The Melbourne International Exhibition
... We come to Thee, kneel to Thee, praise Thee, and pray, ...
In Memory of John Fairfax
... That wintering winds through waste-lands sweep! ...
Lurline (Inscribed to Madame Lucy Escott.)
... And ah! the bright thoughts that would sparkle and rise ...
Rizpah
... Moreover, he Shall say how, through her sleepless hours at night, ...
To My Brother, Basil E. Kendall
... With thought-flushed face and heart so well assured ...
