English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Reconstruction. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Reconstruction So, the bank has bust it’s boiler! And in six or seven year It will pay me all my money back — of course! But the horse will perish waiting while the grass is germinating, And I […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Sunrise on the Coast. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Sunrise on the Coast Grey dawn on the sand-hills — the night wind has drifted All night from the rollers a scent of the sea; With the dawn the grey fog his battalions has lifted, At the call […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Fed Up. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Fed Up I ain’t a timid man at all, I’m just as brave as most, I’ll take my chance in open fight and die beside my post; But riding round the ’ole day long as target for a Krupp, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. A Bushman’s Song. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) A Bushman’s Song I’M travellin’ down the Castlereagh, and I’m a station hand, I’m handy with the ropin’ pole, I’m handy with the brand, And I can ride a rowdy colt, or swing the axe all day, But […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Tommy Corrigan. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Tommy Corrigan You talk of riders on the flat, of nerve and pluck and pace — Not one in fifty has the nerve to ride a steeplechase. It’s right enough, while horses pull and take their faces strong, […]
English Poetry. Edward Lear. The Table and the Chair. Эдвард Лир. Стол и Табурет
Edward Lear (Эдвард Лир) The Table and the Chair Said the Table to the Chair, ‘You can hardly be aware How I suffer from the heat, And from chilblains on my feet! If we took a little walk, We might have a little talk! Pray let us take […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. At the Melting of the Snow. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) At the Melting of the Snow There’s a sunny Southern land, And it’s there that I would be Where the big hills stand, In the South Countrie! When the wattles bloom again, Then it’s time for […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Lost. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Lost ”He ought to be home,” said the old man, ”without there’s something amiss. He only went to the Two-mile — he ought to be back by this. He would ride the Reckless filly, he would have his wilful […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Man from Snowy River. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Man from Snowy River There was movement at the station, for the word has passed around That the colt from old Regret had got away, And had joined the wild bush horses—he was worth a thousand pound, So all the cracks […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Boots. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Boots We’ve travelled per Joe Gardiner, a humping of our swag In the country of the Gidgee and Belar. We’ve swum the Di’mantina with our raiment in a bag, And we’ve travelled per superior motor car, But […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. «We’re All Australians Now». Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) «We’re All Australians Now» Australia takes her pen in hand To write a line to you, To let you fellows understand How proud we are of you. From shearing shed and cattle run, From Broome to Hobson’s […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Rum Parade. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Rum Parade Now ye gallant Sydney boys, who have left your household joys To march across the sea in search of glory, I am very much afraid that you do not love parade, But the rum parade […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Opening of the Railway Line. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Opening of the Railway Line The opening of the railway line… The Governor and all, With flags and banners down the street, A banquet and a ball, Hark to them at the station now ! They’re […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Lung Fish. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Lung Fish The Honorable Ardleigh Wyse Was every fisherman’s despair; He caught his fish on floating flies, In fact he caught them in the air, And wet-fly men — good sports, perhaps — He called […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Man from Ironbark. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Man from Ironbark It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town, He wandered over street and park, he wandered up and down. He loitered here he loitered there, till he was like to drop, Until […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Road to Old Man’s Town. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Road to Old Man’s Town The fields of youth are filled with flowers, The wine of youth is strong: What need have we to count the hours? The summer days are long. But soon we find […]
English Poetry. Edward Lear. There Was a Young Lady of Turkey. Эдвард Лир.
Edward Lear (Эдвард Лир) * * * There was a Young Lady of Turkey, Who wept when the weather was murky; When the day turned out fine, She ceased to repine, That capricious Young Lady of Turkey. Edward Lear’s other poems: There Was a Young Person of Smyrna […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. A Change of Menu. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) A Change of Menu Now the new chum loaded his three-nought-three, It’s a small-bore gun, but his hopes were big. ”I am fed to the teeth with old ewe,” said he, ”And I might be able to shoot […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. An Emu Hunt. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) An Emu Hunt West of Dubbo the west begins The land of leisure and hope and trust, Where the black man stalks with his dogs and gins And Nature visits the settlers’ sins With the Bogan shower, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Santa Claus. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Santa Claus ”HALT! Who goes there?” The sentry’s call Rose on the midnight air Above the noises of the camp, The roll of wheels, the horses’ tramp. The challenge echoed over all— “Halt! Who goes there?” […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Waltzing Matilda. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Waltzing Matilda Oh! there once was a swagman camped in the Billabong, Under the shade of a Coolabah tree; And he sang as he looked at his old billy boiling, ”Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.” Who’ll come a-waltzing […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Camouflage. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Camouflage Beside the bare and beaten track of travelling flocks and herds The woodpecker went tapping on, the postman of the birds, ”I’ve got a letter here,” he said, ”that no one’s understood, Addressed as follows: ’To the […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Old Pardon, the Son of Reprieve. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Old Pardon, the Son of Reprieve You never heard tell of the story? Well, now, I can hardly believe! Never heard of the honour and glory Of Pardon, the son of Reprieve? But maybe you’re only a […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. A Bunch of Roses. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) A Bunch of Roses Roses ruddy and roses white, What are the joys that my heart discloses? Sitting alone in the fading light Memories come to me here tonight With the wonderful scent of the big red roses. […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Winter. The Happy Days when I wer Young. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Winter. The Happy Days when I wer Young In happy days when I wer young, An’ had noo ho, an’ laugh’d an’ zung, The maïd wer merry by her cow, An’ men wer merry wi’ the plough; But never talk’d, at hwome […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Winter. The Weepèn Leädy. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Winter. The Weepèn Leädy When, leäte o’ nights, above the green By thik wold house, the moon do sheen, A leädy there, a-hangèn low Her head, ’s a-walkèn to an’ fro In robes so white’s the driven snow, Wi’ woone eärm down, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. A Zong. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. A Zong O Jenny, don’t sobby! vor I shall be true; Noo might under heaven shall peärt me vrom you. My heart will be cwold, Jenny, when I do slight The zwell o’ thy bosom, thy eyes’ sparklèn light. […]
English Poetry. Edward Lear. There Was an Old Man in a Tree. Эдвард Лир. Как-то Парня от пяток до чёлки
Edward Lear (Эдвард Лир) * * * There was an Old Man in a tree, Who was horribly bored by a bee. When they said “Does it buzz?” He replied “Yes, it does! It’s a regular brute of a bee!” Перевод на русский язык * * * Как-то […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Winter. Zunsheen in the Winter. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Winter. Zunsheen in the Winter The winter clouds, that long did hide The zun, be all a-blown azide, An’ in the light, noo longer dim, Do sheen the ivy that do clim’ The tower’s zide an’ elem’s stim; An’ holmen bushes, in […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Maïd vor my Bride. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Maïd vor my Bride Ah! don’t tell o’ maïdens! the woone vor my bride Is little lik’ too many maïdens bezide,— Not brantèn, nor spitevul, nor wild; she’ve a mind To think o’ what’s right, an’ a heart to […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Winter. Grammer’s Shoes. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Winter. Grammer’s Shoes I do seem to zee Grammer as she did use Vor to show us, at Chris’mas, her weddèn shoes, An’ her flat spreadèn bonnet so big an’ roun’ As a girt pewter dish a-turn’d upside down; When we all […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. An Exception. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) An Exception In all romances, old and new, And in all lover’s rhymes I find one rule that has held true Since prehistoric times. The lover must, if he indeed Be hit by Cupid’s dart, Grow pale, sigh much, neglect his […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. On Kiley’s Run. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) On Kiley’s Run The roving breezes come and go On Kiley’s Run, The sleepy river murmurs low, And far away one dimly sees Beyond the stretch of forest trees – Beyond the foothills dusk and dun – The ranges sleeping in the […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Premier and the Socialist. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) * * * The Premier and the Socialist Were walking through the State: They wept to see the Savings Bank Such funds accumulate. ”If these were only cleared away,” They said, ”it would be great.” […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. With French to Kimberley. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) With French to Kimberley The Boers were down on Kimberley with siege and Maxim gun; The Boers were down on Kimberley, their numbers ten to one! Faint were the hopes the British had to make the struggle good — […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Quest Eternal. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
АНГЛИЙСКАЯ ПОЭЗИЯ, СТИХИ НА АНГЛИЙСКОМ ЯЗЫКЕ, ПОЭЗИЯ АНГЛОЯЗЫЧНЫХ СТРАН Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Quest Eternal O west of all that a man holds dear, on the edge of the Kingdom Come, Where carriage is far too high for beer, and […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Pannikin Poet. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Pannikin Poet There’s nothing here sublime, But just a roving rhyme, Run off to pass the time, With nought titanic in. The theme that it supports, And, though it treats of quarts, It’s bare […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. What Have the Cavalry Done?. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) * * * What have the cavalry done? Cantered and trotted about, Routin’ the enemy out, Causin’ the beggars to run! And we tramped along in the blazin’ heat, Over the veldt on our weary feet. […]
English Poetry. Edward Lear. There Was a Young Lady Whose Nose. Эдвард Лир.
Edward Lear (Эдвард Лир) * * * There was a Young Lady whose nose, Was so long that it reached to her toes; So she hired an Old Lady, Whose conduct was steady, To carry that wonderful nose. Edward Lear’s other poems: There Was a Young Person of […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. That V.C.. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) That V.C. ’Twas in the days of front attack; This glorious truth we’d yet to learn it — That every ”front” has got a back. And French was just the man to turn it. A wounded soldier […]