English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Silent Shearer. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Silent Shearer Weary and listless, sad and slow, Without any conversation, Was a man that worked on The Overflow, The butt of the shed and the station. The shearers christened him Noisy Ned, With […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Shearing at Castlereagh. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Shearing at Castlereagh The bell is set a-ringing, and the engine gives a toot, There’s five-and-thirty shearers here a-shearing for the loot, So stir yourselves, you penners-up, and shove the sheep along — The musterers are fetching them […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Our Mat. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Our Mat It came from the prison this morning, Close-twisted, neat-lettered, and flat; It lies the hall doorway adorning, A very good style of a mat. Prison-made! how the spirit is moven As we think […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Saltbush Bill. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Saltbush Bill Now is the law of the Overland that all in the West obey — A man must cover with travelling sheep a six-mile stage a day; But this is the law which the drovers make, right easily […]
English Poetry. David Herbert Lawrence. The Ship of Death. Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс. Корабль смерти
David Herbert Lawrence (Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс) The Ship of Death I Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great drops of dew to bruise themselves an exit from themselves. And it is time to […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Swagman’s Rest. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Swagman’s Rest We buried old Bob where the bloodwoods wave At the foot of the Eaglehawk; We fashioned a cross on the old man’s grave For fear that his ghost might walk; We carved his name […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. With the Cattle. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) With the Cattle The drought is down on field and flock, The river-bed is dry; And we must shift the starving stock Before the cattle die. We muster up with weary hearts At breaking of the […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Corner Man. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Corner Man I dreamt a dream at the midnight deep, When fancies come and go To vex a man in his soothing sleep With thoughts of awful woe — I dreamed that I was the corner […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Gilhooley’s Estate. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Gilhooley’s Estate Oh, Mr Gilhooley he turned up his toes, As most of you know, soon or late; And Jones was a lawyer, as everyone knows, So they took him to Gilhooley’s Estate. Gilhooley in life had […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Scottish Engineer. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Scottish Engineer With eyes that searched in the dark, Peering along the line, Stood the grim Scotsman, Hector Clark, Driver of ”Forty-nine”. And the veldt-fire flamed on the hills ahead, Like a blood-red beacon sign. […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Typographical. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Typographical The Editor wrote his political screed In ink that was fainter and fainter; He rose to the call of his country’s need, And in spiderish characters wrote with speed, A column on ”Cutting the Painter”. […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Seven Ages of Wise. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Seven Ages of Wise Parliament’s a stage, And all the Politicians merely players! They have their exits and entrances, And Wise doth in his time play many parts, His acts being seven changes. First the […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Shearing with a Hoe. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Shearing with a Hoe The track that led to Carmody’s is choked and overgrown, The suckers of the stringybark have made the place their own; The mountain rains have cut the track that once we used to know When […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Dauntless Three. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Dauntless Three Chris Watson, of the Parliament, By his Caucus Gods he swore That the great Labor Party Should suffer wrong no more. By his Caucus Gods he swore it, And named a trysting day, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Song of the Artesian Water. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Song of the Artesian Water Now the stock have started dying, for the Lord has sent a drought; But we’re sick of prayers and Providence — we’re going to do without; With the derricks up above us and the […]
English Poetry. David Herbert Lawrence. A Baby Running Barefoot. Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс.
David Herbert Lawrence (Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс) A Baby Running Barefoot When the bare feet of the baby beat across the grass The little white feet nod like white flowers in the wind, They poise and run like ripples lapping across the water; And the sight of their white […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Commandeering. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Commandeering Our hero was a Tommy with a conscience free from care, And such an open countenance that when he breathed the air He mopped up all the atmosphere — so little went to spare You could hardly […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Cassidy’s Epitaph. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Cassidy’s Epitaph Here lies a bloke who’s just gone West, A Number One Australian; He took his gun and did his best To mitigate the alien. So long as he could get to work He needed […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Ballad of Cockatoo Dock. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Ballad of Cockatoo Dock Of all the docks upon the blue There was no dockyard, old or new, To touch the dock at Cockatoo. Of all the ministerial clan There was no nicer, worthier man […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. A Walgett Episode. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) A Walgett Episode The sun strikes down with a blinding glare; The skies are blue and the plains are wide, The saltbush plains that are burnt and bare By Walgett out on the Barwon side — The […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Song of the Future. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Song of the Future ’Tis strange that in a land so strong So strong and bold in mighty youth, We have no poet’s voice of truth To sing for us a wondrous song. Our chiefest singer yet […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Song of the Wheat. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Song of the Wheat We have sung the song of the droving days, Of the march of the travelling sheep; By silent stages and lonely ways Thin, white battalions creep. But the man who now by the […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Last Week. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Last Week Oh, the new-chum went to the backblock run, But he should have gone there last week. He tramped ten miles with a loaded gun, But of turkey of duck saw never a one, For he […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Black Harry’s Team. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Black Harry’s Team No soft-skinned Durham steers are they, No Devons plump and red, But brindled, black and iron-grey That mark the mountain-bred; For mountain-bred and mountain-broke, With sullen eyes agleam, No stranger’s hand could […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Saltbush Bill’s Gamecock. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Saltbush Bill’s Gamecock ’Twas Saltbush Bill, with his travelling sheep, was making his way to town; He crossed them over the Hard Times Run, and he came to the Take ’Em Down; He counted through at the boundary gate, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Come-by-Chance. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Come-by-Chance As I pondered very weary o’er a volume long and dreary — For the plot was void of interest; ’twas the Postal Guide, in fact — There I learnt the true location, distance, size and population Of […]
English Poetry. David Herbert Lawrence. Bavarian Gentians. Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс.
David Herbert Lawrence (Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс) Bavarian Gentians Not every man has gentians in his house in Soft September, at slow, Sad Michaelmas. Bavarian gentians, big and dark, only dark darkening the daytime torchlike with the smoking blueness of Pluto’s gloom, ribbed and torchlike, with their blaze of […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Lost Drink. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Lost Drink I had spent the night in the watch-house — My head was the size of three — So I went and asked the chemist To fix up a drink for me; And he brewed […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Ballad of the Calliope. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Ballad of the Calliope By the far Samoan shore, Where the league-long rollers pour All the wash of the Pacific on the coral-guarded bay, Riding lightly at their ease, In the calm of tropic seas, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Over The Range. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Over The Range Little bush maiden, wondering-eyed, Playing alone in the creek-bed dry, In the small green flat on every side Walled in by the Moonbi ranges high; Tell me the tale of your lonely life […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Johnny Boer. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Johnny Boer Men fight all shapes and sizes as the racing horses run, And no man knows his courage till he stands before a gun. At mixed-up fighting, hand to hand, and clawing men about They reckon Fuzzy-Wuzzy […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Right in Front of the Army. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Right in Front of the Army ”Where ’ave you been this week or more, ’Aven’t seen you about the war’? Thought perhaps you was at the rear Guarding the waggons.” ”What, us? No fear! Where have we […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Sausage Candidate-A Tale of the Elections. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Sausage Candidate-A Tale of the Elections Our fathers, brave men were and strong, And whisky was their daily liquor; They used to move the world along In better style than now — and quicker. Elections then […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. El Mahdi to the Australian Troops. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) El Mahdi to the Australian Troops And wherefore have they come, this warlike band, That o’er the ocean many a weary day Have tossed; and now beside Suakim’s Bay, With faces stern and resolute, do stand, Waking […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Mylora Elopement. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Mylora Elopement By the winding Wollondilly where the weeping willows weep, And the shepherd, with his billy, half awake and half asleep, Folds his fleecy flocks that linger homewards in the setting sun Lived my hero, Jim […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. A Nervous Governor-General. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) A Nervous Governor-General We read in the press that Lord Northcote is here To take up Lord Tennyson’s mission. ’Tis pleasant to find they have sent us a Peer, And a man of exalted position. It’s his […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. In the Stable. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) In the Stable What! you don’t like him; well, maybe — we all have our fancies, of course: Brumby to look at, you reckon? Well, no; he’s a thoroughbred horse; Sired by a son of old Panic — look […]
English Poetry. David Herbert Lawrence. A Winter’s Tale. Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс.
David Herbert Lawrence (Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс) A Winter’s Tale Yesterday the fields were only grey with scattered snow, And now the longest grass-leaves hardly emerge; Yet her deep footsteps mark the snow, and go On towards the pines at the hills’ white verge. I cannot see her, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Now Listen to Me and I’ll Tell You My Views. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Now Listen to Me and I’ll Tell You My Views Now listen to me and I’ll tell you my views concerning the African war, And the man who upholds any different views, the same is a ritten Pro-Boer! (Though […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Pioneers. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Pioneers They came of bold and roving stock that would not fixed abide; There were the sons of field and flock since e’er they learned to ride; We may not hope to see such men in these degenerate years […]