English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Ghost of the Murderer’s Hut. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Ghost of the Murderer’s Hut My horse had been lamed in the foot In the rocks at the back of the run, So I camped at the Murderer’s Hut, At the place where the murder was done. […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Man Who Was Away. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Man Who Was Away The widow sought the lawyer’s room with children three in tow, She told the lawyer man her tale in tones of deepest woe. She said, ”My husband took to drink for pains in his […]
English Poetry. Edward Lear. There Was a Young Lady of Bute. Эдвард Лир.
Edward Lear (Эдвард Лир) * * * There was a Young Lady of Bute, Who played on a silver-gilt flute; She played several jigs, To her uncle’s white pigs, That amusing Young Lady of Bute. Edward Lear’s other poems: There Was a Young Person of Smyrna There Was […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Mulligan’s Mare. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Mulligan’s Mare Oh, Mulligan’s bar was the deuce of a place To drink, and to fight, and to gamble and race; The height of choice spirits from near and from far Were all concentrated on Mulligan’s bar. […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Gone Down. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Gone Down To the voters of Glen Innes ’twas O’Sullivan that went, To secure the country vote for Mister Hay. So he told ’em what he’d borrowed, and he told ’em what he’d spent, Though extravagance had blown […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Tom Collins. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Tom Collins Who never drinks and never bets, But loves his wife and pays his debts And feels content with what he gets? Tom Collins. Who has the utmost confidence That all the banks now […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Maori Pig Market. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Maori Pig Market In distant New Zealand, whose tresses of gold The billows are ceaselessly combing, Away in a village all tranquil and old I came on a market where porkers were sold — A market […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Weary Will. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Weary Will The strongest creature for his size But least equipped for combat That dwells beneath Australian skies Is Weary Will the Wombat. He digs his homestead underground, He’s neither shrewd nor clever; For […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Old Australian Ways. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Old Australian Ways The London lights are far abeam Behind a bank of cloud, Along the shore the gaslights gleam, The gale is piping loud; And down the Channel, groping blind, We drive her through […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Bottle ’O’. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Bottle ’O’ I ain’t the kind of bloke as takes to any steady job; I drives me bottle cart around the town; A bloke what keeps ’is eyes about can always make a bob — I couldn’t bear […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Tar and Feathers. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Tar and Feathers Oh! the circus swooped down On the Narrabri town, For the Narrabri populace moneyed are; And the showman he smiled At the folk he beguiled To come all the distance from Gunnedah. […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Driver Smith. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Driver Smith ’Twas Driver Smith of Battery A was anxious to see a fight; He thought of the Transvaal all the day, he thought of it all the night — ”Well, if the battery’s left behind, I’ll go to […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Not On It. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Not On It The new chum’s polo pony was the smartest pony yet — The owner backed it for the Cup for all that he could get. The books were laying fives to one, in tenners; and you bet […]
English Poetry. Edward Lear. He Lived at Dingle Bank. Эдвард Лир.
Edward Lear (Эдвард Лир) * * * He lived at Dingle Bank – he did; - He lived at Dingle Bank; And in his garden was one Quail, Four tulips and a Tank: And from his window he could see The otion and the River Dee. His […]
English Poetry. William Blake. Songs of Innocence. The Little Black Boy. Уильям Блейк. Песни невинности. Негритенок
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Songs of Innocence. The Little Black Boy My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white; White as an angel is the English child, But I am black, as if bereaved of light. My […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Travelling Post Office. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Travelling Post Office The roving breezes come and go, the reed-beds sweep and sway, The sleepy river murmers low,and loiters on its way, It is the land of lots o’time along the Castlereagh. . . .. . […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Jimmy Dooley’s Army. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Jimmy Dooley’s Army There’s a dashin’ sort of boy Which they call his Party’s Joy, And his smile-that-won’t-come-off would quite disarm ye; And he played the leadin’ hand In the Helter-Skelter Band, Known as Jimmy Dooley’s […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Protest. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Protest I say ’e isn’t Remorse! ’Ow do I know? Saw ’im on Riccarton course Two year ago! Think I’d forget any ’orse? Course ’e’s The Crow! Bumper Maginnis and I After a […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. A Job for McGuinness. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) A Job for McGuinness Oh, it’s dreadful to think in a country like this With its chances for work – and enjoyment That a man like McGuinness was certain to miss Whenever he tried for employment. […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Ballad of That P.N.. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Ballad of That P.N. The shades of night had fallen at last, When through the house a shadow passed, That once had been the Genial Dan, But now become a desperate man, At question time he […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Scapegoat. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Scapegoat We have all of us read how the Israelites fled From Egypt with Pharaoh in eager pursuit of ’em, And Pharaoh’s fierce troop were all put ”in the soup” When the waters rolled softly o’er every […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. How Gilbert Died. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) How Gilbert Died There’s never a stone at the sleeper’s head, There’s never a fence beside, And the wandering stock on the grave may tread Unnoticed and undenied; But the smallest child on the Watershed Can […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Billy-Goat Overland. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Billy-Goat Overland Come all ye lads of the droving days, ye gentlemen unafraid, I’ll tell you all of the greatest trip that ever a drover made, For we rolled our swags, and we packed our bags, and taking […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. «Shouting» for a Camel. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) «Shouting» for a Camel It was over at Coolgardie that a mining speculator, Who was going down the township just to make a bit o’ chink, Went off to hire a camel from a camel propagator, And the Afghan […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Mountain Squatter. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Mountain Squatter Here in my mountain home, On rugged hills and steep, I sit and watch you come, O Riverinia Sheep! You come from the fertile plains Where saltbush (sometimes) grows, And flats that […]
English Poetry. Lewis Carroll. Life is But a Dream. Льюис Кэрролл.
Lewis Carroll (Льюис Кэрролл) Life is But a Dream A boat, beneath a sunny sky Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July Children three that nestle near, Eager eye and willing ear, Pleased a simple tale to hear Long has paled that sunny sky; Echoes […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Johnson’s Antidote. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Johnson’s Antidote Down along the Snakebite River, where the overlanders camp, Where the serpents are in millions, all of the most deadly stamp; Where the station-cook in terror, nearly every time he bakes, Mixes up among the doughboys […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Deficit Demon. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Deficit Demon It was the lunatic poet escaped from the local asylum, Loudly he twanged on his banjo and sang with his voice like a saw-mill, While as with fervour he sang there was borne o’er the shuddering […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. A Motor Courtship. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) A Motor Courtship Into her presence he gaily pranced, A very fat spark, and a bit advanced. With a Samson tread on the earth he trod, He was stayed and gaitered, and fifty odd. And she […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Morgan’s Dog. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Morgan’s Dog Morgan the drover explained, As he drank from his battered quart-pot, Many a slut I have trained; This is the best of the lot. Crossing these stringybark hills, Hungry and rocky and steep […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Maori’s Wool. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Maori’s Wool The Maoris are a mighty race — the finest ever known; Before the missionaries came they worshipped wood and stone; They went to war and fought like fiends, and when the war was done They […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Amateur Rider. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Amateur Rider Him goin’ to ride for us! Him — with the pants and the eyeglass and all. Amateur! don’t he just look it — it’s twenty to one on a fall. Boss must be gone off his […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Those Names. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Those Names The shearers sat in the firelight, hearty and hale and strong, After the hard day’s shearing, passing the joke along: The ”ringer” that shore a hundred, as they never were shorn before, And the novice who, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. It’s Grand. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) It’s Grand It’s grand to be a squatter And sit upon a post, And watch your little ewes and lambs A-giving up the ghost. It’s grand to be a ”cockie” With wife and kids to […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Only a Jockey. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Only a Jockey Out in the grey cheerless chill of the morning light, Out on the track where the night shades still lurk, ere the first gleam of the sungod’s returning light Round come the racehorses early at […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Policeman G.. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Policeman G. To Policeman G. the Inspector said: ”When you pass the ’shops’ you must turn your head; If you took a wager, that would be a sin; So you’ll earn no stripes if you run them in.” […]
English Poetry. Lewis Carroll. A Sea Dirge. Льюис Кэрролл.
Lewis Carroll (Льюис Кэрролл) A Sea Dirge There are certain things – as, a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three - That I hate, but the thing that I hate the most Is a thing they call the Sea. Pour some salt water […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Buffalo Country. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Buffalo Country Out where the grey streams glide, Sullen and deep and slow, And the alligators slide From the mud to the depths below Or drift on the stream like a floating death, Where the fever […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. An Idyll of Dandaloo. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) An Idyll of Dandaloo On Western plains, where shade is not, ’Neath summer skies of cloudless blue, Where all is dry and all is hot, There stands the town of Dandaloo — A township where life’s total […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Wargeilah Handicap. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Wargeilah Handicap Wargeilah town is very small, There’s no cathedral nor a club, In fact the township, all in all, Is just one unpretentious pub; And there, from all the stations round, The local sportsmen […]