English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Glass on the Bar. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Glass on the Bar Three bushmen one morning rode up to an inn, And one of them called for the drinks with a grin; They’d only returned from a trip to the North, And, eager to greet them, the landlord […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Waratah and Wattle. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Waratah and Wattle Though poor and in trouble I wander alone, With rebel cockade in my hat, Though friends may desert me, and kindred disown, My country will never do that! You may sing of the Shamrock, the Thistle, […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Up the Country. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Up the Country I am back from up the country — very sorry that I went — Seeking for the Southern poets’ land whereon to pitch my tent; I have lost a lot of idols, which were broken on the track, […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Jack Dunn of Nevertire. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Jack Dunn of Nevertire It chanced upon the very day we’d got the shearing done, A buggy brought a stranger to the West-o’-Sunday Run; He had a round and jolly face, and he was sleek and stout, He drove right […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Uncle Harry. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Uncle Harry Oh, never let on to your own true love That ever you drank a drop; That ever you played in a two-up school Or slept in a sly-grog shop; That ever a bad girl nursed you round […]
English Poetry. Andrew Marvell. The Garden. Эндрю Марвелл.
Andrew Marvell (Эндрю Марвелл) The Garden How vainly men themselves amaze To win the Palm, the Oke, or Bayes; And their uncessant Labours see Crown’d from some single Herb or Tree, Whose short and narrow verged Shade Does prudently their Toyles upbraid; While all Flow’rs and all Trees […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. For Australia. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) For Australia Now, with the wars of the world begun, they’ll listen to you and me, Now while the frightened nations run to the arms of democracy, Now, when our blathering fools are scared, and the years have proved us right […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Wide Lies Australia. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Wide Lies Australia Wide lies Australia! The seas that surround her Flow for her unity – all states in one. Never has Custom nor Tyranny bound her – Never was conquest so peacefully won. Fair lies Australia! with all […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. On the Night Train. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) On the Night Train Have you seen the bush by moonlight, from the train, go running by? Blackened log and stump and sapling, ghostly trees all dead and dry; Here a patch of glassy water; there a glimpse of mystic sky? […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Free-Selector’s Daughter. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Free-Selector’s Daughter I met her on the Lachlan Side — A darling girl I thought her, And ere I left I swore I’d win The free-selector’s daughter. I milked her father’s cows a month, I brought […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. From the Bush. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) From the Bush The Channel fog has lifted – And see where we have come! Round all the world we’ve drifted, A hundred years from ”home”. The fields our parents longed for – Ah! we shall ne’er know […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Tragedy. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Tragedy Oh, I never felt so wretched, and things never looked so blue Since the days I gulped the physic that my Granny used to brew; For a friend in whom I trusted, entering my room last night, Stole […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Out Back. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Out Back The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought, The cheque was spent that the shearer earned, and the sheds were all cut out; The publican’s words were short and few, and […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Faces in the Street. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Faces in the Street They lie, the men who tell us for reasons of their own That want is here a stranger, and that misery’s unknown; For where the nearest suburb and the city proper meet My window-sill is level with the faces in […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Andy’s Gone with Cattle. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Andy’s Gone with Cattle Our Andy’s gone to battle now ’Gainst Drought, the red marauder; Our Andy’s gone with cattle now Across the Queensland border. He’s left us in dejection now; Our hearts with him are roving. It’s dull on this selection […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. In the Street. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) In the Street Where the needle-woman toils Through the night with hand and brain, Till the sickly daylight shudders like a spectre at the pain – Till her eyes seem to crawl, And her brain seems to creep – […]
English Poetry. Andrew Marvell. Johannis Trottii Epitaphium. Эндрю Марвелл.
Andrew Marvell (Эндрю Марвелл) Johannis Trottii Epitaphium Charissimo Filio &c. Pater & Mater &c. funebrem tabulam curavimus. Age Marmor, & pro solita tua hxmanitate, (Ne inter Parentum Dolorem & Modestiam Supprimantur praeclari Juvenis meritae laudes) Effare Johannis Trottii breve Elogium. Erat ille totus Candidus, Politus, Solidus, Ultra vel […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. After All. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) After All The brooding ghosts of Australian night have gone from the bush and town; My spirit revives in the morning breeze, though it died when the sun went down; The river is high and the stream is strong, […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Things We Dare Not Tell. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Things We Dare Not Tell The fields are fair in autumn yet, and the sun’s still shining there, But we bow our heads and we brood and fret, because of the masks we wear; Or we nod and smile the […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Roaring Days. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Roaring Days The night too quickly passes And we are growing old, So let us fill our glasses And toast the Days of Gold; When finds of wondrous treasure Set all the South ablaze, And you […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Here Died. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Here Died There’s many a schoolboy’s bat and ball that are gathering dust at home, For he hears a voice in the future call, and he trains for the war to come; A serious light in his eyes is seen as […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Rhyme of the Three Greybeards. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Rhyme of the Three Greybeards He’d been for years in Sydney ”a-acting of the goat”, His name was Joseph Swallow, ”the Great Australian Pote”, In spite of all the stories and sketches that he wrote. And so his […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. If You Fancy That Your People Came of Better Stock Than Mine. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) * * * If you fancy that your people came of better stock than mine, If you hint of higher breeding by a word or by a sign, If you’re proud because of fortune or the clever things you do — […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Queen Hilda of Virland. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Queen Hilda of Virland PART I Queen Hilda rode along the lines, And she was young and fair; And forward on her shoulders fell The heavy braids of hair: No gold was ever dug from earth Like that burnished there – No sky […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. The Snow Fairy. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) The Snow Fairy I Throughout the afternoon I watched them there, Snow-fairies falling, falling from the sky, Whirling fantastic in the misty air, Contending fierce for space supremacy. And they flew down a mightier force at night, As though in heaven there was […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. My Mother. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) My Mother I Reg wished me to go with him to the field, I paused because I did not want to go; But in her quiet way she made me yield Reluctantly, for she was breathing low. Her hand she slowly lifted from […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Wild May. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Wild May Aleta mentions in her tender letters, Among a chain of quaint and touching things, That you are feeble, weighted down with fetters, And given to strange deeds and mutterings. No longer without trace or thought of fear, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Marvell. Daphnis and Chloe. Эндрю Марвелл.
Andrew Marvell (Эндрю Марвелл) Daphnis and Chloe Daphnis must from Chloe part: Now is come the dismal Hour That must all his Hopes devour, All his Labour, all his Art. Nature, her own Sexes foe, Long had taught her to be coy: But she neither knew t’ […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Tormented. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Tormented I will not reason, wrestle here with you, Though you pursue and worry me about; As well put forth my swarthy arm to stop The wild wind howling, darkly mad without. The night is yours for revels; […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. To One Coming North. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) To One Coming North At first you’ll joy to see the playful snow, Like white moths trembling on the tropic air, Or waters of the hills that softly flow Gracefully falling down a shining stair. And when the […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. Thirst. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) Thirst My spirit wails for water, water now! My tongue is aching dry, my throat is hot For water, fresh rain shaken from a bough, Or dawn dews heavy in some leafy spot. My hungry body’s burning for a […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. The White House. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) The White House Your door is shut against my tightened face, And I am sharp as steel with discontent; But I possess the courage and the grace To bear my anger proudly and unbent. The pavement slabs burn loose beneath my feet, A […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. The Tropics in New York. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) The Tropics in New York Bananas ripe and green, and ginger-root, Cocoa in pods and alligator pears, And tangerines and mangoes and grape fruit, Fit for the highest prize at parish fairs, Set in the window, bringing memories Of fruit-trees laden by […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. The Tired Worker. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) The Tired Worker O whisper, O my soul! The afternoon Is waning into evening, whisper soft! Peace, O my rebel heart! for soon the moon From out its misty veil will swing aloft! Be patient, weary body, soon the […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. The Plateau. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) The Plateau It was the silver, heart-enveloping view Of the mysterious sea-line far away, Seen only on a gleaming gold-white day, That made it dear and beautiful to you. And Laura loved it for the little hill, […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. The Harlem Dancer. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) The Harlem Dancer Applauding youths laughed with young prostitutes And watched her perfect, half-clothed body sway; Her voice was like the sound of blended flutes Blown by black players upon a picnic day. She sang and danced on gracefully […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. The City’s Love. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) The City’s Love For one brief golden moment rare like wine, The gracious city swept across the line; Oblivious of the color of my skin, Forgetting that I was an alien guest, She bent to me, my hostile heart […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. The Castaways. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) The Castaways The vivid grass with visible delight Springing triumphant from the pregnant earth, The butterflies, and sparrows in brief flight Chirping and dancing for the season’s birth, The dandelions and rare daffodils That touch the deep-stirred heart […]
English Poetry. Andrew Marvell. Clorinda And Damon. Эндрю Марвелл.
Andrew Marvell (Эндрю Марвелл) Clorinda And Damon Clorinda. Damon come drive thy flocks this way. D. No : ’tis too late they went astray. Clorinda. I have a grassy Scutcheon spy’d, Where Flora blazons all her pride. The grass I aim to feast thy Sheep : […]
English Poetry. Claude McKay. The Barrier. Клод Маккей.
Claude McKay (Клод Маккей) The Barrier I must not gaze at them although Your eyes are dawning day; I must not watch you as you go Your sun-illumined way; I hear but I must never heed The fascinating note, Which, […]