English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Scots of the Riverina. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Scots of the Riverina The boy cleared out to the city from his home at harvest time — They were Scots of the Riverina, and to run from home was a crime. The old man burned his letters, the first and […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Cameron’s Heart. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Cameron’s Heart The diggings were just in their glory when Alister Cameron came, With recommendations, he told me, from friends and a parson `at hame’; He read me his recommendations — he called them a part of his plant — […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Corny Bill. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Corny Bill His old clay pipe stuck in his mouth, His hat pushed from his brow, His dress best fitted for the South — I think I see him now; And when the city streets are still, And […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Professional Wanderer. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Professional Wanderer When you’ve knocked about the country—been away from home for years; When the past, by distance softened, nearly fills your eyes with tears— You are haunted oft, wherever or however you may roam, By a fancy that […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Reedy River. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Reedy River Ten miles down Reedy River A pool of water lies, And all the year it mirrors The changes in the skies, And in that pool’s broad bosom Is room for all the stars; Its bed […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Poets of the Tomb. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Poets of the Tomb The world has had enough of bards who wish that they were dead, ’Tis time the people passed a law to knock ’em on the head, For ’twould be lovely if their friends could grant the rest […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The League of Nations. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The League of Nations Light on the towns and cities, and peace for evermore! The Big Five met in the world’s light as many had met before, And the future of man is settled and there shall be no more war. […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 38. Love’s Young Dream. Томас Мур. Из цикла «Ирландские мелодии». 38. Сон юной любви
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 38. Love’s Young Dream OH! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart’s chain wove; When my dream of life, from morn till night, Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come, Of milder calmer beam, […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Song of Australia. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Song of Australia The centuries found me to nations unknown – My people have crowned me and made me a throne; My royal regalia is love, truth, and light – A girl called Australia – I’ve come to my […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. On the Wallaby. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) On the Wallaby Now the tent poles are rotting, the camp fires are dead, And the possums may gambol in trees overhead; I am humping my bluey far out on the land, And the prints of my bluchers sink deep […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Christ of the ’Never’. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Christ of the ’Never’ With eyes that are narrowed to pierce To the awful horizons of land, Through the blaze of hot days, and the fierce White heat-waves that flow on the sand; Through the Never Land westward and nor’ward, Bronzed, bearded, […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Australian Bards and Bush Reviewers. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Australian Bards and Bush Reviewers While you use your best endeavour to immortalise in verse The gambling and the drink which are your country’s greatest curse, While you glorify the bully and take the spieler’s part — You’re a clever southern […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Middleton’s Rouseabout. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Middleton’s Rouseabout Tall and freckled and sandy, Face of a country lout; This was the picture of Andy, Middleton’s Rouseabout. Type of a coming nation, In the land of cattle and sheep, Worked on Middleton’s station, ’Pound a week and his […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Men We Might Have Been. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Men We Might Have Been When God’s wrath-cloud is o’er me, Affrighting heart and mind; When days seem dark before me, And days seem black behind; Those friends who think they know me — Who deem their […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Never-Never Country. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Never-Never Country By homestead, hut, and shearing-shed, By railroad, coach, and track — By lonely graves of our brave dead, Up-Country and Out-Back: To where ’neath glorious the clustered stars The dreamy plains expand — My […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Republican Pioneers. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Republican Pioneers We’re marching along, we’re gath’ring strong’ We place on our right reliance, We fling in the air, for all who care, Our first loud notes of defiance! We fling in the air, For all who care, […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. In the Storm that Is to Come. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) In the Storm that Is to Come By our place in the midst of the furthest seas we were fated to stand alone - When the nations fly at each other’s throats let Australia look to her own; Let her spend her gold on […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. On the March. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) On the March So the time seems come at last, And the drums go rolling past, And above them in the sunlight Labour’s banners float and flow; They are marching with the sun, But I look in vain for […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 12. The Meeting of the Waters. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 12. The Meeting of the Waters There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet; Oh! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Ben Duggan. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Ben Duggan Jack Denver died on Talbragar when Christmas Eve began, And there was sorrow round the place, for Denver was a man; Jack Denver’s wife bowed down her head — her daughter’s grief was wild, And big Ben Duggan […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. As far as Your Rifles Cover. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) As far as Your Rifles Cover Do you think, you slaves of a thousand years to poverty, wealth and pride, You can crush the spirit that has been free in a land that’s new and wide? When you’ve scattered the last of […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Epitaph on a Celebrated Ruling Elder. Роберт Бернс. Эпитафия небезызвестному приходскому старосте сапожнику Худу
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Epitaph on a Celebrated Ruling Elder Here souter Hood in Death does sleep; To Hell, if he’s gone thither, Satan, gie him thy gear to keep, He’ll haud it weel thegither. 1783 Перевод на русский язык Эпитафия небезызвестному приходскому старосте сапожнику Худу Смерть прибрала […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Epitaph for Robert Aiken, Esq. Роберт Бернс. Эпитафия Роберту Эйкену, эсквайру
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Epitaph for Robert Aiken, Esq Know thou, O stranger to the fame Of this much lov’d, much honour’d name, (For none that knew him need be told) A warmer heart death ne’er made cold. 1786 Перевод на русский язык Эпитафия Роберту Эйкену, эсквайру У […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. On Lord Galloway («No Stewart art thou, Galloway…»). Роберт Бернс. Эпиграмма на лорда Га́ллоуэя («Какой вы Стю́арт, чёрт возьми!..»)
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) On Lord Galloway («No Stewart art thou, Galloway…») No Stewart art thou, Galloway, The Stewarts all were brave; Besides, the Stewarts were but fools, Not one of them a knave. 1793 Перевод на русский язык Эпиграмма на лорда Га́ллоуэя («Какой вы Стю́арт, чёрт возьми!..») […]
English Poetry. William Blake. Songs of Innocence. The Little Boy Found. Уильям Блейк. Песни невинности. Мальчик найденный
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Songs of Innocence. The Little Boy Found The little boy lost in the lonely fen, Led by the wandering light, Began to cry, but God, ever nigh, Appeared like his father, in white. He kissed the child, and by the hand led, And […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Shame of Going Back. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Shame of Going Back The Shame of Going Back And the reason of your failure isn’t anybody’s fault — When you haven’t got a billet, and the times are very slack, There is nothing that can spur you like the […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. To an Old Mate. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) To an Old Mate Old Mate! In the gusty old weather, When our hopes and our troubles were new, In the years spent in wearing out leather, I found you unselfish and true — I have gathered these verses together […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Cockney Soul. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Cockney Soul From Woolwich and Brentford and Stamford Hill, from Richmond into the Strand, Oh, the Cockney soul is a silent soul – as it is in every land! But out on the sand with a broken band it’s sarcasm […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. My Land and I. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) My Land and I They have eaten their fill at your tables spread, Like friends since the land was won; And they rise with a cry of ”Australia’s dead!” With the wheeze of ”Australia’s done!” Oh, the theme is […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Ghost. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Ghost Down the street as I was drifting with the city’s human tide, Came a ghost, and for a moment walked in silence by my side — Now my heart was hard and bitter, and a bitter spirit he, […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Taking His Chance. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Taking His Chance They stood by the door of the Inn on the Rise; May Carney looked up in the bushranger’s eyes: `Oh! why did you come? — it was mad of you, Jack; You know that the troopers are […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Ships that Won’t Go Down. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Ships that Won’t Go Down We hear a great commotion ’Bout the ship that comes to grief, That founders in mid-ocean, Or is driven on a reef; Because it’s cheap and brittle A score of sinners drown. […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Fight at Eureka Stockade. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Fight at Eureka Stockade ”Was I at Eureka?” His figure was drawn to a youthful height, And a flood of proud recollections made the fire in his grey eyes bright; With pleasure they lighted and glisten’d, tho’ the digger was grizzled and […]
English Poetry. John Milton. Upon the Circumcision. Джон Мильтон.
John Milton (Джон Мильтон) Upon the Circumcision Ye flaming Powers, and wingèd Warriors bright, That erst with music, and triumphant song, First heard by happy watchful Shepherds’ ear, So sweetly sung your joy the clouds along, Through the soft silence of the listening night,— Now mourn; and if […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Shearers Dream. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Shearers Dream O I dreamt I shore in a shearing shed and it was a dream of joy For every one of the rouseabouts was a girl dressed up as a boy Dressed up like a page in a pantomime the prettiest […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. When Your Pants Begin to Go. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) When Your Pants Begin to Go When you wear a cloudy collar and a shirt that isn’t white, And you cannot sleep for thinking how you’ll reach to-morrow night, You may be a man of sorrows, and on speaking terms with […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Shearers. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Shearers No church-bell rings them from the Track, No pulpit lights theirblindness– ’Tis hardship, drought, and homelessness That teach those Bushmen kindness: The mateship born, in barren lands, Of toil and thirst and danger, The camp-fare for the wanderer set, The first […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Victory. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Victory The schools marched in procession in happiness and pride, The city bands before them, the soldiers marched beside; Oh, starched white frocks and sashes and suits that high schools wear, The boy scout and the boy lout and all […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. How the Land was Won. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) How the Land was Won The future was dark and the past was dead As they gazed on the sea once more – But a nation was born when the immigrants said ”Good-bye!” as they stepped ashore! In their […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Freedom on the Wallaby. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Freedom on the Wallaby Australia’s a big country An’ Freedom’s humping bluey, An’ Freedom’s on the wallaby Oh! don’t you hear ’er cooey? She’s just begun to boomerang, She’ll knock the tyrants silly, She’s goin’ to light […]