English Poetry. David Herbert Lawrence. Bavarian Gentians. Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс.
David Herbert Lawrence (Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс) Bavarian Gentians Not every man has gentians in his house in Soft September, at slow, Sad Michaelmas. Bavarian gentians, big and dark, only dark darkening the daytime torchlike with the smoking blueness of Pluto’s gloom, ribbed and torchlike, with their blaze of […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Lost Drink. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Lost Drink I had spent the night in the watch-house — My head was the size of three — So I went and asked the chemist To fix up a drink for me; And he brewed […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Ballad of the Calliope. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Ballad of the Calliope By the far Samoan shore, Where the league-long rollers pour All the wash of the Pacific on the coral-guarded bay, Riding lightly at their ease, In the calm of tropic seas, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Over The Range. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Over The Range Little bush maiden, wondering-eyed, Playing alone in the creek-bed dry, In the small green flat on every side Walled in by the Moonbi ranges high; Tell me the tale of your lonely life […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Johnny Boer. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Johnny Boer Men fight all shapes and sizes as the racing horses run, And no man knows his courage till he stands before a gun. At mixed-up fighting, hand to hand, and clawing men about They reckon Fuzzy-Wuzzy […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Right in Front of the Army. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Right in Front of the Army ”Where ’ave you been this week or more, ’Aven’t seen you about the war’? Thought perhaps you was at the rear Guarding the waggons.” ”What, us? No fear! Where have we […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Sausage Candidate-A Tale of the Elections. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Sausage Candidate-A Tale of the Elections Our fathers, brave men were and strong, And whisky was their daily liquor; They used to move the world along In better style than now — and quicker. Elections then […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. El Mahdi to the Australian Troops. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) El Mahdi to the Australian Troops And wherefore have they come, this warlike band, That o’er the ocean many a weary day Have tossed; and now beside Suakim’s Bay, With faces stern and resolute, do stand, Waking […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Mylora Elopement. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Mylora Elopement By the winding Wollondilly where the weeping willows weep, And the shepherd, with his billy, half awake and half asleep, Folds his fleecy flocks that linger homewards in the setting sun Lived my hero, Jim […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. A Nervous Governor-General. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) A Nervous Governor-General We read in the press that Lord Northcote is here To take up Lord Tennyson’s mission. ’Tis pleasant to find they have sent us a Peer, And a man of exalted position. It’s his […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. In the Stable. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) In the Stable What! you don’t like him; well, maybe — we all have our fancies, of course: Brumby to look at, you reckon? Well, no; he’s a thoroughbred horse; Sired by a son of old Panic — look […]
English Poetry. David Herbert Lawrence. A Winter’s Tale. Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс.
David Herbert Lawrence (Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс) A Winter’s Tale Yesterday the fields were only grey with scattered snow, And now the longest grass-leaves hardly emerge; Yet her deep footsteps mark the snow, and go On towards the pines at the hills’ white verge. I cannot see her, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Now Listen to Me and I’ll Tell You My Views. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Now Listen to Me and I’ll Tell You My Views Now listen to me and I’ll tell you my views concerning the African war, And the man who upholds any different views, the same is a ritten Pro-Boer! (Though […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Pioneers. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Pioneers They came of bold and roving stock that would not fixed abide; There were the sons of field and flock since e’er they learned to ride; We may not hope to see such men in these degenerate years […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Fitzroy Blacksmith. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Fitzroy Blacksmith Under the spreading deficit, The Fitzroy Smithy stands; The smith, a spendthrift man is he, With too much on his hands; But the muscles of his brawny jaw Are strong as iron bands. […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Army Mules. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Army Mules Oh the airman’s game is a showman’s game, for we all of us watch him go With his roaring soaring aeroplane and his bombs for the blokes below, Over the railways and over the dumps, over […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Hawker, the Standard Bearer. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Hawker, the Standard Bearer The grey gull sat on a floating whale, On a floating whale sat he, And he told his tale of the storm and the gale, And the ships that he saw with steam and […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Frying Pan’s Theology. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Frying Pan’s Theology Shock-headed blackfellow, Boy (on a pony). Snowflakes are falling Gentle and slow, Youngster says, ”Frying Pan What makes it snow?” Frying Pan, confident, Makes the reply — ”Shake ’im […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Brumby’s Run. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Brumby’s Run It lies beyond the Western Pines Towards the sinking sun, And not a survey mark defines The bounds of ”Brumby’s Run”. On odds and ends of mountain land, On tracks of range and […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. A Voice from the Town. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) A Voice from the Town I thought, in the days of the droving, Of steps I might hope to retrace, To be done with the bush and the roving And settle once more in my place. With […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Boss of the Admiral Lynch. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Boss of the Admiral Lynch Did you ever hear tell of Chili? I was readin’ the other day Of President Balmaceda and of how he was sent away. It seems that he didn’t suit ’em — they thought […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The All Right Un. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The All Right Un He came from ”further out”, That land of fear and drought And dust and gravel. He got a touch of sun, And rested at the run Until his cure was done, […]
English Poetry. Edward Lear. Mr and Mrs Discobbolos. Эдвард Лир.
Edward Lear (Эдвард Лир) Mr and Mrs Discobbolos First Part Mr and Mrs Discobbolos Climbed to the top of a wall, And they sat to watch the sunset sky And to hear the Nupiter Piffkin cry And the Biscuit Buffalo call. They took up a roll and […]
English Poetry. William Blake. Songs of Innocence. The Blossom. Уильям Блейк. Песни невинности. Цветок
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Songs of Innocence. The Blossom Merry, merry sparrow! Under leaves so green, A happy blossom Sees you, swift as arrow, Seek your cradle narrow Near my bosom. Pretty, pretty robin! Under leaves so green, A happy blossom Hears you sobbing, sobbing, Pretty, pretty […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. A Disqualified Jockey’s Story. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) A Disqualified Jockey’s Story You see, the thing was this way — there was me, That rode Panopply, the Splendor mare, And Ikey Chambers on the Iron Dook, And Smith, the half-caste rider on Regret, And that […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Ballad of the Carpet Bag. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Ballad of the Carpet Bag Ho! Darkies, don’t you hear dose voters cryin’ Pack dat carpet bag! You must get to de Poll, you must get there flyin’; Pack dat carpet bag! You must travel by […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Santa Claus in the Bush. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Santa Claus in the Bush It chanced out back at the Christmas time, When the wheat was ripe and tall, A stranger rode to the farmer’s gate — A sturdy man and a small. ”Rin doon, rin […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Jock. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Jock There’s a soldier that’s been doing of his share In the fighting up and down and round about. He’s continually marching here and there, And he’s fighting, morning in and morning out. The Boer, you see, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. A Singer of the Bush. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) A Singer of the Bush There is waving of grass in the breeze And a song in the air, And a murmur of myriad bees That toil everywhere. There is scent in the blossom and bough, And the breath of the […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Father Riley’s Horse. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Father Riley’s Horse ’Twas the horse thief, Andy Regan, that was hunted like a dog By the troopers of the upper Murray side, They had searched in every gully — they had looked in every log, But never […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Investigating Flora. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Investigating Flora ’Twas in scientific circles That the great Professor Brown Had a world-wide reputation As a writer of renown. He had striven finer feelings In our natures to implant By his Treatise on the […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. A Mountain Station. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) A Mountain Station I bought a run a while ago, On country rough and ridgy, Where wallaroos and wombats grow — The Upper Murrumbidgee. The grass is rather scant, it’s true, But this a fair exchange […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Been There Before. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Been There Before There came a stranger to Walgett town, To Walgett town when the sun was low, And he carried a thirst that was worth a crown, Yet how to quench it he did not know; […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Our New Horse. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Our New Horse The boys had come back from the races All silent and down on their luck; They’d backed ’em, straight out and for places, But never a winner they’s struck. They lost their good money […]
English Poetry. Edward Lear. There Was an Old Man of Peru. Эдвард Лир. Старичок из-под города Пскова
Edward Lear (Эдвард Лир) * * * There was an Old Man of Peru, Who watched his wife making a stew; But once by mistake, In a stove she did bake That unfortunate Man of Peru. Перевод на русский язык * * * Старичок из-под города […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. A Dream of the Melbourne Cup. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) A Dream of the Melbourne Cup Bring me a quart of colonial beer And some doughy damper to make good cheer, I must make a heavy dinner; Heavily dine and heavily sup, Of indigestible things fill up, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Duties of an Aide-de-camp. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Duties of an Aide-de-camp Oh, some folk think vice-royalty is festive and hilarious, The duties of an A.D.C. are manifold and various, So listen, whilst I tell in song The duties of an aide-de-cong. Whatsoever betide […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. White Cockatoos. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) White Cockatoos Now the autumn maize is growing, Now the corn-cob fills, Where the Little River flowing Winds among the hills. Over mountain peaks outlying Clear against the blue Comes a scout in silence flying, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Last Parade. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Last Parade With never a sound of trumpet, With never a flag displayed, The last of the old campaigners Lined up for the last parade. Weary they were and battered, Shoeless, and knocked about; […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. In the Droving Days. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) In the Droving Days ”Only a pound,” said the auctioneer, ”Only a pound; and I’m standing here Selling this animal, gain or loss — Only a pound for the drover’s horse? One of the sort that was […]