English Poetry. Henry Lawson. At the Beating of a Drum. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) At the Beating of a Drum Fear ye not the stormy future, for the Battle Hymn is strong, And the armies of Australia shall not march without a song; The glorious words and music of Australia’s song shall come When her […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. A Song of Brave Men. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) A Song of Brave Men Man, is the Sea your master? Sea, and is man your slave? – This is the song of brave men who never know they are brave: Ceaselessly watching to save you, stranger from foreign lands, […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Fire at Ross’s Farm. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Fire at Ross’s Farm The squatter saw his pastures wide Decrease, as one by one The farmers moving to the west Selected on his run; Selectors took the water up And all the black soil round; The […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Flag of the Southern Cross. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Flag of the Southern Cross Sons of Australia, be loyal and true to her – Fling out the flag of the Southern Cross! Sing a loud song to be joyous and new to her – Fling out the flag of […]
English Poetry. John Milton. On the Same. Джон Мильтон.
John Milton (Джон Мильтон) On the Same I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs By the known rules of ancient liberty, When straight a barbarous noise environs me Of owls and cuckoos, asses, apes, and dogs; As when those hinds that were transformed to frogs […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. To Hannah. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) To Hannah Spirit girl to whom ’twas given To revisit scenes of pain, From the hell I thought was Heaven You have lifted me again; Through the world that I inherit, Where I loved her ere she died, […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Old Bark School. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Old Bark School It was built of bark and poles, and the floor was full of holes Where each leak in rainy weather made a pool; And the walls were mostly cracks lined with calico and sacks – There […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Iron Wedding Rings. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Iron Wedding Rings In these days of peace and money, free to all the Commonweal, There are ancient dames in Buckland wearing wedding rings of steel; Wedding rings of steel and iron, worn on wrinkled hands and old, And […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Ballad of the Drover. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Ballad of the Drover Across the stony ridges, Across the rolling plain, Young Harry Dale, the drover, Comes riding home again. And well his stock-horse bears him, And light of heart is he, And stoutly his old pack-horse Is trotting by his knee. […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Teams. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Teams A cloud of dust on the long white road, And the teams go creeping on Inch by inch with the weary load; And by the power of the green-hide goad The distant goal is won. With eyes half-shut to the […]
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. Henry Lawson. The Grog-an’Grumble Steeplechase. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Grog-an’Grumble Steeplechase ’Twixt the coastline and the border lay the town of Grog-an’-Grumble In the days before the bushman was a dull ’n’ heartless drudge, An’ they say the local meeting was a drunken rough-and-tumble, Which was ended pretty […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Mount Bukaroo. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Mount Bukaroo Only one old post is standing — Solid yet, but only one — Where the milking, and the branding, And the slaughtering were done. Later years have brought dejection, Care, and sorrow; but we knew […]
English Poetry. John Milton. The Passion. Джон Мильтон.
John Milton (Джон Мильтон) The Passion I Erewhile of music, and ethereal mirth, Wherewith the stage of Air and Earth did ring, And joyous news of heavenly Infant’s birth, My muse with Angels did divide to sing; But headlong joy is ever on the wing, In wintry […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Star of Australasia. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Star of Australasia We boast no more of our bloodless flag, that rose from a nation’s slime; Better a shred of a deep-dyed rag from the storms of the olden time. From grander clouds in our `peaceful skies’ than ever […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. For’ard’. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) For’ard’ It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep, For there’s near a hundred for’ard, and they’re stowed away like sheep, — They are trav’lers for the most part in a straight ’n’ honest path; But their linen’s […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. When the `Army’ Prays for Watty. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) When the `Army’ Prays for Watty When the kindly hours of darkness, save for light of moon and star, Hide the picture on the signboard over Doughty’s Horse Bazaar; When the last rose-tint is fading on the distant mulga scrub, Then […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Cambaroora Star. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Cambaroora Star So you’re writing for a paper? Well, it’s nothing very new To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy little screw; You are young and educated, and a clever chap you are, But you’ll never run […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Sez You. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Sez You When the heavy sand is yielding backward from your blistered feet, And across the distant timber you can SEE the flowing heat; When your head is hot and aching, and the shadeless plain is wide, And it’s fifteen […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Song of Old Joe Swallow. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Song of Old Joe Swallow When I was up the country in the rough and early days, I used to work along ov Jimmy Nowlett’s bullick-drays; Then the reelroad wasn’t heered on, an’ the bush was wild an’ strange, An’ […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Marshall’s Mate. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Marshall’s Mate You almost heard the surface bake, and saw the gum-leaves turn — You could have watched the grass scorch brown had there been grass to burn. In such a drought the strongest heart might well grow faint and weak […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Flour Bin. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Flour Bin By Lawson’s Hill, near Mudgee, On old Eurunderee – The place they called ”New Pipeclay”, Where the diggers used to be – On a dreary old selection, Where times were dry and thin, In […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Dan, The Wreck. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Dan, The Wreck Tall, and stout, and solid-looking, Yet a wreck; None would think Death’s finger’s hooking Him from deck. Cause of half the fun that’s started — `Hard-case’ Dan — Isn’t like a broken-hearted, Ruined […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Paroo. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Paroo It was a week from Christmas-time, As near as I remember, And half a year since, in the rear, We’d left the Darling timber. The track was hot and more than drear; The day dragged out […]
English Poetry. John Milton. Another On The Same. Джон Мильтон.
John Milton (Джон Мильтон) Another On The Same Here lieth one who did most truly prove, That he could never die while he could move, So hung his destiny never to rot While he might still jogg on, and keep his trot, Made of sphear-metal, never to decay […]
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 Shanty on the Rise. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Shanty on the Rise When the caravans of wool-teams climbed the ranges from the West, On a spur among the mountains stood `The Bullock-drivers’ Rest’; It was built of bark and saplings, and was rather rough inside, But ’twas good […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Wander-Light. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Wander-Light And they heard the tent-poles clatter, And the fly in twain was torn – ’Tis the soiled rag of a tatter Of the tent where I was born. And what matters it, I wonder? Brick or […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Man Who Raised Charlestown. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Man Who Raised Charlestown They were hanging men in Buckland who would not cheer King George – The parson from his pulpit and the blacksmith from his forge; They were hanging men and brothers, and the stoutest heart was down, […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Vagabond. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Vagabond White handkerchiefs wave from the short black pier As we glide to the grand old sea — But the song of my heart is for none to hear If one of them waves for me. A roving, […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. In the Days When the World Was Wide. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) In the Days When the World Was Wide The world is narrow and ways are short, and our lives are dull and slow, For little is new where the crowds resort, and less where the wanderers go; Greater, or smaller, the same […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Send Round the Hat. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Send Round the Hat Now this is the creed from the Book of the Bush – Should be simple and plain to a dunce: ”If a man’s in a hole you must pass round the hat – Were he jail-bird […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Cherry-Tree Inn. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Cherry-Tree Inn The rafters are open to sun, moon, and star, Thistles and nettles grow high in the bar — The chimneys are crumbling, the log fires are dead, And green mosses spring from the hearthstone instead. The voices are […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Wattle. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Wattle I saw it in the days gone by, When the dead girl lay at rest, And the wattle and the native rose We placed upon her breast. I saw it in the long ago (And […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. The Song and the Sigh. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) The Song and the Sigh The creek went down with a broken song, ’Neath the sheoaks high; The waters carried the song along, And the oaks a sigh. The song and the sigh went winding by, Went winding […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Since Then. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Since Then I met Jack Ellis in town to-day — Jack Ellis — my old mate, Jack — Ten years ago, from the Castlereagh, We carried our swags together away To the Never-Again, Out Back. But times […]
English Poetry. John Milton. On His Blindness. Джон Мильтон. О слепоте
John Milton (Джон Мильтон) On His Blindness When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodg’d with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, […]
English Poetry. Henry Lawson. Black Bonnet. Генри Лоусон.
Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон) Black Bonnet A day of seeming innocence, A glorious sun and sky, And, just above my picket fence, Black Bonnet passing by. In knitted gloves and quaint old dress, Without a spot or smirch, Her worn face […]