English Poetry. Henry Lawson. To an Old Mate. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) To an Old Mate Old Mate! In the gusty old weather, When our hopes and our troubles were new, In the years spent in wearing out leather, I found you unselfish and true — I have gathered these verses together […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Cockney Soul. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Cockney Soul From Woolwich and Brentford and Stamford Hill, from Richmond into the Strand, Oh, the Cockney soul is a silent soul – as it is in every land! But out on the sand with a broken band it’s sarcasm […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. My Land and I. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) My Land and I They have eaten their fill at your tables spread, Like friends since the land was won; And they rise with a cry of ”Australia’s dead!” With the wheeze of ”Australia’s done!” Oh, the theme is […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Ghost. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Ghost Down the street as I was drifting with the city’s human tide, Came a ghost, and for a moment walked in silence by my side — Now my heart was hard and bitter, and a bitter spirit he, […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Taking His Chance. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Taking His Chance They stood by the door of the Inn on the Rise; May Carney looked up in the bushranger’s eyes: `Oh! why did you come? — it was mad of you, Jack; You know that the troopers are […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Ships that Won’t Go Down. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Ships that Won’t Go Down We hear a great commotion ’Bout the ship that comes to grief, That founders in mid-ocean, Or is driven on a reef; Because it’s cheap and brittle A score of sinners drown. […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Fight at Eureka Stockade. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Fight at Eureka Stockade ”Was I at Eureka?” His figure was drawn to a youthful height, And a flood of proud recollections made the fire in his grey eyes bright; With pleasure they lighted and glisten’d, tho’ the digger was grizzled and […]
English Poetry. John Milton. Upon the Circumcision. Джон Мильтон.
John Milton (Джон Мильтон) Upon the Circumcision Ye flaming Powers, and wingèd Warriors bright, That erst with music, and triumphant song, First heard by happy watchful Shepherds’ ear, So sweetly sung your joy the clouds along, Through the soft silence of the listening night,— Now mourn; and if […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Shearers Dream. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Shearers Dream O I dreamt I shore in a shearing shed and it was a dream of joy For every one of the rouseabouts was a girl dressed up as a boy Dressed up like a page in a pantomime the prettiest […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. When Your Pants Begin to Go. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) When Your Pants Begin to Go When you wear a cloudy collar and a shirt that isn’t white, And you cannot sleep for thinking how you’ll reach to-morrow night, You may be a man of sorrows, and on speaking terms with […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Shearers. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Shearers No church-bell rings them from the Track, No pulpit lights theirblindness– ’Tis hardship, drought, and homelessness That teach those Bushmen kindness: The mateship born, in barren lands, Of toil and thirst and danger, The camp-fare for the wanderer set, The first […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Victory. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Victory The schools marched in procession in happiness and pride, The city bands before them, the soldiers marched beside; Oh, starched white frocks and sashes and suits that high schools wear, The boy scout and the boy lout and all […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. How the Land was Won. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) How the Land was Won The future was dark and the past was dead As they gazed on the sea once more – But a nation was born when the immigrants said ”Good-bye!” as they stepped ashore! In their […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Freedom on the Wallaby. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Freedom on the Wallaby Australia’s a big country An’ Freedom’s humping bluey, An’ Freedom’s on the wallaby Oh! don’t you hear ’er cooey? She’s just begun to boomerang, She’ll knock the tyrants silly, She’s goin’ to light […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. At the Beating of a Drum. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) At the Beating of a Drum Fear ye not the stormy future, for the Battle Hymn is strong, And the armies of Australia shall not march without a song; The glorious words and music of Australia’s song shall come When her […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. A Song of Brave Men. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) A Song of Brave Men Man, is the Sea your master? Sea, and is man your slave? – This is the song of brave men who never know they are brave: Ceaselessly watching to save you, stranger from foreign lands, […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Fire at Ross’s Farm. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Fire at Ross’s Farm The squatter saw his pastures wide Decrease, as one by one The farmers moving to the west Selected on his run; Selectors took the water up And all the black soil round; The […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Flag of the Southern Cross. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Flag of the Southern Cross Sons of Australia, be loyal and true to her – Fling out the flag of the Southern Cross! Sing a loud song to be joyous and new to her – Fling out the flag of […]
English Poetry. John Milton. On the Same. Джон Мильтон.
John Milton (Джон Мильтон) On the Same I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs By the known rules of ancient liberty, When straight a barbarous noise environs me Of owls and cuckoos, asses, apes, and dogs; As when those hinds that were transformed to frogs […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. To Hannah. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) To Hannah Spirit girl to whom ’twas given To revisit scenes of pain, From the hell I thought was Heaven You have lifted me again; Through the world that I inherit, Where I loved her ere she died, […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Old Bark School. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Old Bark School It was built of bark and poles, and the floor was full of holes Where each leak in rainy weather made a pool; And the walls were mostly cracks lined with calico and sacks – There […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Iron Wedding Rings. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Iron Wedding Rings In these days of peace and money, free to all the Commonweal, There are ancient dames in Buckland wearing wedding rings of steel; Wedding rings of steel and iron, worn on wrinkled hands and old, And […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Ballad of the Drover. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Ballad of the Drover Across the stony ridges, Across the rolling plain, Young Harry Dale, the drover, Comes riding home again. And well his stock-horse bears him, And light of heart is he, And stoutly his old pack-horse Is trotting by his knee. […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Teams. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Teams A cloud of dust on the long white road, And the teams go creeping on Inch by inch with the weary load; And by the power of the green-hide goad The distant goal is won. With eyes half-shut to the […]
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. Henry Lawson. The Grog-an’Grumble Steeplechase. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Grog-an’Grumble Steeplechase ’Twixt the coastline and the border lay the town of Grog-an’-Grumble In the days before the bushman was a dull ’n’ heartless drudge, An’ they say the local meeting was a drunken rough-and-tumble, Which was ended pretty […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Mount Bukaroo. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Mount Bukaroo Only one old post is standing — Solid yet, but only one — Where the milking, and the branding, And the slaughtering were done. Later years have brought dejection, Care, and sorrow; but we knew […]
English Poetry. John Milton. The Passion. Джон Мильтон.
John Milton (Джон Мильтон) The Passion I Erewhile of music, and ethereal mirth, Wherewith the stage of Air and Earth did ring, And joyous news of heavenly Infant’s birth, My muse with Angels did divide to sing; But headlong joy is ever on the wing, In wintry […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Star of Australasia. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Star of Australasia We boast no more of our bloodless flag, that rose from a nation’s slime; Better a shred of a deep-dyed rag from the storms of the olden time. From grander clouds in our `peaceful skies’ than ever […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. For’ard’. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) For’ard’ It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep, For there’s near a hundred for’ard, and they’re stowed away like sheep, — They are trav’lers for the most part in a straight ’n’ honest path; But their linen’s […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. When the `Army’ Prays for Watty. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) When the `Army’ Prays for Watty When the kindly hours of darkness, save for light of moon and star, Hide the picture on the signboard over Doughty’s Horse Bazaar; When the last rose-tint is fading on the distant mulga scrub, Then […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Cambaroora Star. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Cambaroora Star So you’re writing for a paper? Well, it’s nothing very new To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy little screw; You are young and educated, and a clever chap you are, But you’ll never run […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Sez You. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Sez You When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet, And across the distant timber you can SEE the flowing heat; When your head is hot and aching, and the shadeless plain is wide, And it’s fifteen […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Song of Old Joe Swallow. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Song of Old Joe Swallow When I was up the country in the rough and early days, I used to work along ov Jimmy Nowlett’s bullick-drays; Then the reelroad wasn’t heered on, an’ the bush was wild an’ strange, An’ […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Marshall’s Mate. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Marshall’s Mate You almost heard the surface bake, and saw the gum-leaves turn — You could have watched the grass scorch brown had there been grass to burn. In such a drought the strongest heart might well grow faint and weak […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Flour Bin. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Flour Bin By Lawson’s Hill, near Mudgee, On old Eurunderee – The place they called ”New Pipeclay”, Where the diggers used to be – On a dreary old selection, Where times were dry and thin, In […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Dan, The Wreck. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Dan, The Wreck Tall, and stout, and solid-looking, Yet a wreck; None would think Death’s finger’s hooking Him from deck. Cause of half the fun that’s started — `Hard-case’ Dan — Isn’t like a broken-hearted, Ruined […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Paroo. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Paroo It was a week from Christmas-time, As near as I remember, And half a year since, in the rear, We’d left the Darling timber. The track was hot and more than drear; The day dragged out […]