English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Swinging the Lead. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Swinging the Lead Said the soldier to the Surgeon, ”I’ve got noises in me head And a kind o’ filled up feeling after every time I’m fed; I can sleep all night on picket, but I can’t sleep in […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. When Dacey rode the Mule. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) When Dacey rode the Mule ’TWAS to a small, up-country town, When we were boys at school, There came a circus with a clown, Likewise a bucking mule. The clown announced a scheme they had Spectators […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. High Explosive. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) High Explosive ’Twas the dingo pup to his dam that said, ”It’s time I worked for my daily bread. Out in the world I intend to go, And you’d be surprised at the things I know. […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Do They Know?. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Do They Know? Do they know? At the turn to the straight Where the favourites fail, And every last atom of weight Is telling its tale; As some grim old stayer hard-pressed Runs true to his […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Why the Jackass Laughs. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Why the Jackass Laughs The Boastful Crow and the Laughing Jack Were telling tales of the outer back: ”I’ve just been travelling far and wide, At the back of Bourke and the Queensland side; There isn’t a […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Australia Today 1916. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Australia Today 1916 They came from the lower levels Deep down in the Brilliant mine; From the wastes where the whirlwind revels, Whirling the leaves of pine. On the western plains, where the Darling flows, And […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Incantation. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Incantation Scene: Federal Political Arena A darkened cave. In the middle, a cauldron, boiling. Enter the three witches. 1ST WITCH: Thrice hath the Federal Jackass brayed. 2ND WITCH: Once the Bruce-Smith War-horse neighed. […]
English Poetry. Lewis Carroll. Echoes. Льюис Кэрролл.
Lewis Carroll (Льюис Кэрролл) Echoes Lady Clara Vere de Vere Was eight years old, she said: Every ringlet, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden thread. She took her little porringer: Of me she shall not win renown: For the baseness of its nature shall have strength to […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Daylight is Dying. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) * * * The daylight is dying Away in the west, The wild birds are flying In silence to rest; In leafage and frondage Where shadows are deep, They pass to its bondage— The […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Black Swans. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Black Swans As I lie at rest on a patch of clover In the Western Park when the day is done. I watch as the wild black swans fly over With their phalanx turned to the sinking sun; […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Road to Gundagai. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Road to Gundagai The mountain road goes up and down From Gundagai to Tumut Town And, branching off, there runs a track Across the foothills grim and black, Across the plains and ranges grey […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. There’s Another Blessed Horse Fell Down. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) There’s Another Blessed Horse Fell Down When you’re lying in your hammock, sleeping soft and sleeping sound, Without a care or trouble on your mind, And there’s nothing to disturb you but the engines going round, And you’re […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Geebung Polo Club. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Geebung Polo Club It was somewhere up the country, in a land of rock and scrub, That they formed an institution called the Geebung Polo Club. They were long and wiry natives from the rugged mountain side, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. «Ave Ceasar». Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) «Ave Ceasar» Long ago the Gladiators, When the call to combat came, Marching past the massed spectators, Hailed the Emp’ror with acclaim! Voices ringing with the fury Of the strife so soon to be, Cried, ”O […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Behind the Scenes. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Behind the Scenes The actor struts his little hour, Between the limelight and the band; The public feel the actor’s power, Yet nothing do they understand Of all the touches here and there That make or […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The First Surveyor. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The First Surveyor ’The man who brought the railway through — our friend the engineer.’ They cheer his pluck and enterprise and engineering skill! ’Twas my old husband found the pass behind that big red hill. Before the […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Conroy’s Gap. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Conroy’s Gap This was the way of it, don’t you know — Ryan was ”wanted” for stealing sheep, And never a trooper, high or low, Could find him — catch a weasel asleep! Till Trooper Scott, from […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Pearl Diver. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Pearl Diver Kanzo Makame, the diver, sturdy and small Japanee, Seeker of pearls and of pearl-shell down in the depths of the sea, Trudged o’er the bed of the ocean, searching industriously. Over the pearl-grounds the […]
English Poetry. Lewis Carroll. All in the Golden Afternoon. Льюис Кэрролл. Июльский полдень золотой
Lewis Carroll (Льюис Кэрролл) * * * All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are plied, While little hands make vain pretense Our wanderings to guide. Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour, Beneath such […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Uncle Bill. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Uncle Bill My Uncle Bill! My Uncle Bill! How doth my heart with anguish thrill! For he, our chief, our Robin Hood, Has gone to jail for stealing wood! With tears and sobs my voice I raise […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Wisdom of Hafiz: the Philosopher Takes to Racing. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Wisdom of Hafiz: the Philosopher Takes to Racing My son, if you go to the races to battle with Ikey and Mo, Remember, it’s seldom the pigeon can pick out the eye of the crow; Remember, they live by […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Bushfire – an Allegory. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Bushfire – an Allegory ’Twas on the famous Empire run, Whose sun does never set, Whose grass and water, so they say, Have never failed them yet — They carry many million sheep, Through seasons […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Jim Carew. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Jim Carew Born of a thoroughbred English race, Well proportioned and closely knit, Neat, slim figure and handsome face, Always ready and always fit, Hardy and wiry of limb and thew, That was the ne’er-do-well Jim […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Riders in the Stand. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Riders in the Stand There’s some that ride the Robbo style, and bump at every stride; While others sit a long way back, to get a longer ride. There’s some that ride as sailors do, with legs, and arms, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. A Bush Lawyer. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) A Bush Lawyer When Ironbark the turtle came to Anthony’s lagoon The hills were hid behind a mist of equinoctal rain, The ripple of the rivulets was like a cheerful tune And wild companions waltzed among the grass […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Out of Sight. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Out of Sight They held a polo meeting at a little country town, And all the local sportsmen came to win themselves renown. There came two strangers with a horse, and I am much afraid They both belonged […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Hard Luck. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Hard Luck I left the course, and by my side There walked a ruined tout — A hungry creature, evil-eyed, Who poured this story out. ”You see,” he said, ”there came a swell To Kensington today, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Frogs in chorus. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Frogs in chorus The chorus frogs in the big lagoon Would sing their songs to the silvery moon. Tenor singers were out of place, For every frog was a double bass. But never a human chorus yet […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Clancy Of The Overflow. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Clancy Of The Overflow I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better Knowledge, sent to where I met him down the Lachlan, years ago, He was shearing when I knew him, so I sent the letter […]
English Poetry. William Cowper. On Receipt Of My Mother’s Picture. Уильям Купер.
William Cowper (Уильям Купер) On Receipt Of My Mother’s Picture Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass’d With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine–thy own sweet smiles I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. A Song of the Pen. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) A Song of the Pen Not for the love of women toil we, we of the craft, Not for the people’s praise; Only because our goddess made us her own and laughed, Claiming us all our days, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Old Schooldays. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Old Schooldays Awake, of Muse, the echoes of a day Long past, the ghosts of mem’ries manifold — Youth’s memories that once were green and gold But now, alas, are grim and ashen grey. The drowsy schoolboy […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. A Dog’s Mistake. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) A Dog’s Mistake He had drifted in among us as a straw drifts with the tide, He was just a wand’ring mongrel from the weary world outside; He was not aristocratic, being mostly ribs and hair, With a […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. A Ballad of Ducks. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) A Ballad of Ducks The railway rattled and roared and swung With jolting and bumping trucks. The sun, like a billiard red ball, hung In the Western sky: and the tireless tongue Of the wild-eyed man in […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. A Triolet. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) A Triolet Of all the sickly forms of verse, Commend me to the triolet. It makes bad writers somewhat worse: Of all the sickly forms of verse, That fall beneath a reader’s curse, It is the […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Wreck of the Golfer. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Wreck of the Golfer It was the Bondi golfing man Drove off from the golf house tee, And he had taken his little daughter To bear him company. ”Oh, Father, why do you swing the club […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Mulga Bill’s Bicycle. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Mulga Bill’s Bicycle ’Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that caught the cycling craze; He turned away the good old horse that served him many days; He dressed himself in cycling clothes, resplendent to be seen; He hurried off […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Flying Gang. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Flying Gang And I worked my way to the end, and I Was the head of the ”Flying Gang”. ’Twas a chosen band that was kept at hand In case of an urgent need; Was it […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Moving On. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Moving On In this war we’re always moving, Moving on; When we make a friend another friend has gone; Should a woman’s kindly face Make us welcome for a space, Then it’s boot and saddle, boys, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. A Bush Christening. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) A Bush Christening On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few, And men of religion are scanty, On a road never cross’d ’cept by folk that are lost, One Michael Magee had a shanty. Now this Mike was […]