English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Good Samaritan. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Good Samaritan He comes from out the ages dim— The good Samaritan; I somehow never pictured him A fat and jolly man; But one who’d little joy to glean, And little coin to give— A sad-faced man, and lank and lean, Who found […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Ballad of the Elder Son. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Ballad of the Elder Son A son of elder sons I am, Whose boyhood days were cramped and scant, Through ages of domestic sham And family lies and family cant. Come, elder brothers mine, and bring Dull loads of care that you have […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Outside Track. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Outside Track There were ten of us there on the moonlit quay, And one on the for’ard hatch; No straighter mate to his mates than he Had ever said: ‘Len’s a match!’ “’Twill be long, old man, ere our glasses clink, ’Twill be […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. A Mate Can Do No Wrong. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) A Mate Can Do No Wrong We learnt the creed at Hungerford, We learnt the creed at Bourke; We learnt it in the good times And learnt it out of work. We learnt it by the harbour-side And on the billabong: “No matter what […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Water Lily. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Water Lily A lonely young wife In her dreaming discerns A lily-decked pool With a border of ferns, And a beautiful child, With butterfly wings, Trips down to the edge of the water and sings: ‘Come, mamma! come! ‘Quick! follow me— ‘Step out […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Above Eurunderee. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Above Eurunderee There are scenes in the distance where beauty is not, On the desolate flats where gaunt appletrees rot. Where the brooding old ridge rises up to the breeze From his dark lonely gullies of stringy-bark trees, There are voice-haunted gaps, ever […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Great Grey Plain. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Great Grey Plain Out West, where the stars are brightest, Where the scorching north wind blows, And the bones of the dead gleam whitest, And the sun on a desert glows — Yet within the selfish kingdom […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Trooper Campbell. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Trooper Campbell One day old Trooper Campbell Rode out to Blackman’s Run, His cap-peak and his sabre Were glancing in the sun. ’Twas New Year’s Eve, and slowly Across the ridges low The sad Old Year was […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Sweeney. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Sweeney It was somewhere in September, and the sun was going down, When I came, in search of `copy’, to a Darling-River town; `Come-and-have-a-drink’ we’ll call it — ’tis a fitting name, I think — And ’twas raining, for a […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Song of the Darling River. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Song of the Darling River The skies are brass and the plains are bare, Death and ruin are everywhere — And all that is left of the last year’s flood Is a sickly stream on the grey-black mud; […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. An Argument. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) An Argument I’ve oft been told by learned friars, That wishing and the crime are one, And Heaven punishes desires As much as if the deed were done. If wishing damns us, you and I Are damned to all our heart’s content; Come, […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Said Grenfell to my Spirit. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Said Grenfell to my Spirit Said Grenfell to my spirit, ”You’ve been writing very free Of the charms of other places, and you don’t remember me. You have claimed another native place and think it’s Nature’s law, Since you never […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Dons of Spain. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Dons of Spain The Eagle screams at the beck of trade, so Spain, as the world goes round, Must wrestle the right to live or die from the sons of the land she found; For, as in the days when […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Peter Anderson and Co.. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Peter Anderson and Co. He had offices in Sydney, not so many years ago, And his shingle bore the legend `Peter Anderson and Co.’, But his real name was Careless, as the fellows understood — And his relatives decided that he […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Scots of the Riverina. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Scots of the Riverina The boy cleared out to the city from his home at harvest time — They were Scots of the Riverina, and to run from home was a crime. The old man burned his letters, the first and […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Cameron’s Heart. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Cameron’s Heart The diggings were just in their glory when Alister Cameron came, With recommendations, he told me, from friends and a parson `at hame’; He read me his recommendations — he called them a part of his plant — […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Corny Bill. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Corny Bill His old clay pipe stuck in his mouth, His hat pushed from his brow, His dress best fitted for the South — I think I see him now; And when the city streets are still, And […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Professional Wanderer. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Professional Wanderer When you’ve knocked about the country—been away from home for years; When the past, by distance softened, nearly fills your eyes with tears— You are haunted oft, wherever or however you may roam, By a fancy that […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Reedy River. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Reedy River Ten miles down Reedy River A pool of water lies, And all the year it mirrors The changes in the skies, And in that pool’s broad bosom Is room for all the stars; Its bed […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Poets of the Tomb. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Poets of the Tomb The world has had enough of bards who wish that they were dead, ’Tis time the people passed a law to knock ’em on the head, For ’twould be lovely if their friends could grant the rest […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The League of Nations. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The League of Nations Light on the towns and cities, and peace for evermore! The Big Five met in the world’s light as many had met before, And the future of man is settled and there shall be no more war. […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 38. Love’s Young Dream. Томас Мур. Из цикла «Ирландские мелодии». 38. Сон юной любви
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 38. Love’s Young Dream OH! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart’s chain wove; When my dream of life, from morn till night, Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come, Of milder calmer beam, […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Song of Australia. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Song of Australia The centuries found me to nations unknown – My people have crowned me and made me a throne; My royal regalia is love, truth, and light – A girl called Australia – I’ve come to my […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. On the Wallaby. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) On the Wallaby Now the tent poles are rotting, the camp fires are dead, And the possums may gambol in trees overhead; I am humping my bluey far out on the land, And the prints of my bluchers sink deep […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Christ of the ’Never’. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Christ of the ’Never’ With eyes that are narrowed to pierce To the awful horizons of land, Through the blaze of hot days, and the fierce White heat-waves that flow on the sand; Through the Never Land westward and nor’ward, Bronzed, bearded, […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Australian Bards and Bush Reviewers. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Australian Bards and Bush Reviewers While you use your best endeavour to immortalise in verse The gambling and the drink which are your country’s greatest curse, While you glorify the bully and take the spieler’s part — You’re a clever southern […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Middleton’s Rouseabout. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Middleton’s Rouseabout Tall and freckled and sandy, Face of a country lout; This was the picture of Andy, Middleton’s Rouseabout. Type of a coming nation, In the land of cattle and sheep, Worked on Middleton’s station, ’Pound a week and his […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Men We Might Have Been. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Men We Might Have Been When God’s wrath-cloud is o’er me, Affrighting heart and mind; When days seem dark before me, And days seem black behind; Those friends who think they know me — Who deem their […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Never-Never Country. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Never-Never Country By homestead, hut, and shearing-shed, By railroad, coach, and track — By lonely graves of our brave dead, Up-Country and Out-Back: To where ’neath glorious the clustered stars The dreamy plains expand — My […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Republican Pioneers. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Republican Pioneers We’re marching along, we’re gath’ring strong’ We place on our right reliance, We fling in the air, for all who care, Our first loud notes of defiance! We fling in the air, For all who care, […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. In the Storm that Is to Come. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) In the Storm that Is to Come By our place in the midst of the furthest seas we were fated to stand alone - When the nations fly at each other’s throats let Australia look to her own; Let her spend her gold on […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. On the March. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) On the March So the time seems come at last, And the drums go rolling past, And above them in the sunlight Labour’s banners float and flow; They are marching with the sun, But I look in vain for […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 12. The Meeting of the Waters. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 12. The Meeting of the Waters There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet; Oh! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Ben Duggan. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Ben Duggan Jack Denver died on Talbragar when Christmas Eve began, And there was sorrow round the place, for Denver was a man; Jack Denver’s wife bowed down her head — her daughter’s grief was wild, And big Ben Duggan […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. As far as Your Rifles Cover. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) As far as Your Rifles Cover Do you think, you slaves of a thousand years to poverty, wealth and pride, You can crush the spirit that has been free in a land that’s new and wide? When you’ve scattered the last of […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Epitaph on a Celebrated Ruling Elder. Роберт Бернс. Эпитафия небезызвестному приходскому старосте сапожнику Худу
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Epitaph on a Celebrated Ruling Elder Here souter Hood in Death does sleep; To Hell, if he’s gone thither, Satan, gie him thy gear to keep, He’ll haud it weel thegither. 1783 Перевод на русский язык Эпитафия небезызвестному приходскому старосте сапожнику Худу Смерть прибрала […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Epitaph for Robert Aiken, Esq. Роберт Бернс. Эпитафия Роберту Эйкену, эсквайру
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Epitaph for Robert Aiken, Esq Know thou, O stranger to the fame Of this much lov’d, much honour’d name, (For none that knew him need be told) A warmer heart death ne’er made cold. 1786 Перевод на русский язык Эпитафия Роберту Эйкену, эсквайру У […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. On Lord Galloway («No Stewart art thou, Galloway…»). Роберт Бернс. Эпиграмма на лорда Га́ллоуэя («Какой вы Стю́арт, чёрт возьми!..»)
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) On Lord Galloway («No Stewart art thou, Galloway…») No Stewart art thou, Galloway, The Stewarts all were brave; Besides, the Stewarts were but fools, Not one of them a knave. 1793 Перевод на русский язык Эпиграмма на лорда Га́ллоуэя («Какой вы Стю́арт, чёрт возьми!..») […]
English Poetry. William Blake. Songs of Innocence. The Little Boy Found. Уильям Блейк. Песни невинности. Мальчик найденный
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Songs of Innocence. The Little Boy Found The little boy lost in the lonely fen, Led by the wandering light, Began to cry, but God, ever nigh, Appeared like his father, in white. He kissed the child, and by the hand led, And […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Shame of Going Back. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Shame of Going Back The Shame of Going Back And the reason of your failure isn’t anybody’s fault — When you haven’t got a billet, and the times are very slack, There is nothing that can spur you like the […]