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English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Fitzroy Blacksmith. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Fitzroy Blacksmith Under the spreading deficit, The Fitzroy Smithy stands; The smith, a spendthrift man is he, With too much on his hands; But the muscles of his brawny jaw Are strong as iron bands. […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Army Mules. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Army Mules Oh the airman’s game is a showman’s game, for we all of us watch him go With his roaring soaring aeroplane and his bombs for the blokes below, Over the railways and over the dumps, over […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Hawker, the Standard Bearer. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Hawker, the Standard Bearer The grey gull sat on a floating whale, On a floating whale sat he, And he told his tale of the storm and the gale, And the ships that he saw with steam and […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Frying Pan’s Theology. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Frying Pan’s Theology Shock-headed blackfellow, Boy (on a pony). Snowflakes are falling Gentle and slow, Youngster says, ”Frying Pan What makes it snow?” Frying Pan, confident, Makes the reply — ”Shake ’im […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Brumby’s Run. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Brumby’s Run It lies beyond the Western Pines Towards the sinking sun, And not a survey mark defines The bounds of ”Brumby’s Run”. On odds and ends of mountain land, On tracks of range and […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. A Voice from the Town. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) A Voice from the Town I thought, in the days of the droving, Of steps I might hope to retrace, To be done with the bush and the roving And settle once more in my place. With […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Boss of the Admiral Lynch. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Boss of the Admiral Lynch Did you ever hear tell of Chili? I was readin’ the other day Of President Balmaceda and of how he was sent away. It seems that he didn’t suit ’em — they thought […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The All Right Un. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The All Right Un He came from ”further out”, That land of fear and drought And dust and gravel. He got a touch of sun, And rested at the run Until his cure was done, […]

English Poetry. Edward Lear. Mr and Mrs Discobbolos. Эдвард Лир.

Edward Lear (Эдвард Лир) Mr and Mrs Discobbolos First Part Mr and Mrs Discobbolos Climbed to the top of a wall, And they sat to watch the sunset sky And to hear the Nupiter Piffkin cry And the Biscuit Buffalo call. They took up a roll and […]

English Poetry. William Blake. Songs of Innocence. The Blossom. Уильям Блейк. Песни невинности. Цветок

William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Songs of Innocence. The Blossom Merry, merry sparrow! Under leaves so green, A happy blossom Sees you, swift as arrow, Seek your cradle narrow Near my bosom. Pretty, pretty robin! Under leaves so green, A happy blossom Hears you sobbing, sobbing, Pretty, pretty […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. A Disqualified Jockey’s Story. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) A Disqualified Jockey’s Story You see, the thing was this way — there was me, That rode Panopply, the Splendor mare, And Ikey Chambers on the Iron Dook, And Smith, the half-caste rider on Regret, And that […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Ballad of the Carpet Bag. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Ballad of the Carpet Bag Ho! Darkies, don’t you hear dose voters cryin’ Pack dat carpet bag! You must get to de Poll, you must get there flyin’; Pack dat carpet bag! You must travel by […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Santa Claus in the Bush. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Santa Claus in the Bush It chanced out back at the Christmas time, When the wheat was ripe and tall, A stranger rode to the farmer’s gate — A sturdy man and a small. ”Rin doon, rin […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Jock. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Jock There’s a soldier that’s been doing of his share In the fighting up and down and round about. He’s continually marching here and there, And he’s fighting, morning in and morning out. The Boer, you see, […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. A Singer of the Bush. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) A Singer of the Bush There is waving of grass in the breeze And a song in the air, And a murmur of myriad bees That toil everywhere. There is scent in the blossom and bough, And the breath of the […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Father Riley’s Horse. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Father Riley’s Horse ’Twas the horse thief, Andy Regan, that was hunted like a dog By the troopers of the upper Murray side, They had searched in every gully — they had looked in every log, But never […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Investigating Flora. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Investigating Flora ’Twas in scientific circles That the great Professor Brown Had a world-wide reputation As a writer of renown. He had striven finer feelings In our natures to implant By his Treatise on the […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. A Mountain Station. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) A Mountain Station I bought a run a while ago, On country rough and ridgy, Where wallaroos and wombats grow — The Upper Murrumbidgee. The grass is rather scant, it’s true, But this a fair exchange […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Been There Before. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Been There Before There came a stranger to Walgett town, To Walgett town when the sun was low, And he carried a thirst that was worth a crown, Yet how to quench it he did not know; […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Our New Horse. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Our New Horse The boys had come back from the races All silent and down on their luck; They’d backed ’em, straight out and for places, But never a winner they’s struck. They lost their good money […]

English Poetry. Edward Lear. There Was an Old Man of Peru. Эдвард Лир. Старичок из-под города Пскова

Edward Lear (Эдвард Лир) * * * There was an Old Man of Peru, Who watched his wife making a stew; ⁠ But once by mistake, ⁠ In a stove she did bake That unfortunate Man of Peru. Перевод на русский язык * * * Старичок из-под города […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. A Dream of the Melbourne Cup. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) A Dream of the Melbourne Cup Bring me a quart of colonial beer And some doughy damper to make good cheer, I must make a heavy dinner; Heavily dine and heavily sup, Of indigestible things fill up, […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Duties of an Aide-de-camp. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Duties of an Aide-de-camp Oh, some folk think vice-royalty is festive and hilarious, The duties of an A.D.C. are manifold and various, So listen, whilst I tell in song The duties of an aide-de-cong. Whatsoever betide […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. White Cockatoos. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) White Cockatoos Now the autumn maize is growing, Now the corn-cob fills, Where the Little River flowing Winds among the hills. Over mountain peaks outlying Clear against the blue Comes a scout in silence flying, […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Last Parade. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Last Parade With never a sound of trumpet, With never a flag displayed, The last of the old campaigners Lined up for the last parade. Weary they were and battered, Shoeless, and knocked about; […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. In the Droving Days. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) In the Droving Days ”Only a pound,” said the auctioneer, ”Only a pound; and I’m standing here Selling this animal, gain or loss — Only a pound for the drover’s horse? One of the sort that was […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Reconstruction. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Reconstruction So, the bank has bust it’s boiler! And in six or seven year It will pay me all my money back — of course! But the horse will perish waiting while the grass is germinating, And I […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Sunrise on the Coast. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Sunrise on the Coast Grey dawn on the sand-hills — the night wind has drifted All night from the rollers a scent of the sea; With the dawn the grey fog his battalions has lifted, At the call […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Fed Up. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Fed Up I ain’t a timid man at all, I’m just as brave as most, I’ll take my chance in open fight and die beside my post; But riding round the ’ole day long as target for a Krupp, […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. A Bushman’s Song. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) A Bushman’s Song I’M travellin’ down the Castlereagh, and I’m a station hand, I’m handy with the ropin’ pole, I’m handy with the brand, And I can ride a rowdy colt, or swing the axe all day, But […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Tommy Corrigan. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Tommy Corrigan You talk of riders on the flat, of nerve and pluck and pace — Not one in fifty has the nerve to ride a steeplechase. It’s right enough, while horses pull and take their faces strong, […]

English Poetry. Edward Lear. The Table and the Chair. Эдвард Лир. Стол и Табурет

Edward Lear (Эдвард Лир) The Table and the Chair Said the Table to the Chair, ‘You can hardly be aware How I suffer from the heat, And from chilblains on my feet! If we took a little walk, We might have a little talk! Pray let us take […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. At the Melting of the Snow. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) At the Melting of the Snow There’s a sunny Southern land, And it’s there that I would be Where the big hills stand, In the South Countrie! When the wattles bloom again, Then it’s time for […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Lost. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Lost ”He ought to be home,” said the old man, ”without there’s something amiss. He only went to the Two-mile — he ought to be back by this. He would ride the Reckless filly, he would have his wilful […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Man from Snowy River. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Man from Snowy River There was movement at the station, for the word has passed around That the colt from old Regret had got away, And had joined the wild bush horses—he was worth a thousand pound, So all the cracks […]

English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Boots. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.

Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Boots We’ve travelled per Joe Gardiner, a humping of our swag In the country of the Gidgee and Belar. We’ve swum the Di’mantina with our raiment in a bag, And we’ve travelled per superior motor car, But […]

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