English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Man from Ironbark. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Man from Ironbark It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town, He wandered over street and park, he wandered up and down. He loitered here he loitered there, till he was like to drop, Until […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Road to Old Man’s Town. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Road to Old Man’s Town The fields of youth are filled with flowers, The wine of youth is strong: What need have we to count the hours? The summer days are long. But soon we find […]
English Poetry. Edward Lear. There Was a Young Lady of Turkey. Эдвард Лир.
Edward Lear (Эдвард Лир) * * * There was a Young Lady of Turkey, Who wept when the weather was murky; When the day turned out fine, She ceased to repine, That capricious Young Lady of Turkey. Edward Lear’s other poems: There Was a Young Person of Smyrna […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. A Change of Menu. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) A Change of Menu Now the new chum loaded his three-nought-three, It’s a small-bore gun, but his hopes were big. ”I am fed to the teeth with old ewe,” said he, ”And I might be able to shoot […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. An Emu Hunt. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) An Emu Hunt West of Dubbo the west begins The land of leisure and hope and trust, Where the black man stalks with his dogs and gins And Nature visits the settlers’ sins With the Bogan shower, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Santa Claus. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Santa Claus ”HALT! Who goes there?” The sentry’s call Rose on the midnight air Above the noises of the camp, The roll of wheels, the horses’ tramp. The challenge echoed over all— “Halt! Who goes there?” […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Waltzing Matilda. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Waltzing Matilda Oh! there once was a swagman camped in the Billabong, Under the shade of a Coolabah tree; And he sang as he looked at his old billy boiling, ”Who’ll come a-waltzing Matilda with me.” Who’ll come a-waltzing […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Camouflage. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Camouflage Beside the bare and beaten track of travelling flocks and herds The woodpecker went tapping on, the postman of the birds, ”I’ve got a letter here,” he said, ”that no one’s understood, Addressed as follows: ’To the […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Old Pardon, the Son of Reprieve. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Old Pardon, the Son of Reprieve You never heard tell of the story? Well, now, I can hardly believe! Never heard of the honour and glory Of Pardon, the son of Reprieve? But maybe you’re only a […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. A Bunch of Roses. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) A Bunch of Roses Roses ruddy and roses white, What are the joys that my heart discloses? Sitting alone in the fading light Memories come to me here tonight With the wonderful scent of the big red roses. […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Winter. The Happy Days when I wer Young. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Winter. The Happy Days when I wer Young In happy days when I wer young, An’ had noo ho, an’ laugh’d an’ zung, The maïd wer merry by her cow, An’ men wer merry wi’ the plough; But never talk’d, at hwome […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Winter. The Weepèn Leädy. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Winter. The Weepèn Leädy When, leäte o’ nights, above the green By thik wold house, the moon do sheen, A leädy there, a-hangèn low Her head, ’s a-walkèn to an’ fro In robes so white’s the driven snow, Wi’ woone eärm down, […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. A Zong. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. A Zong O Jenny, don’t sobby! vor I shall be true; Noo might under heaven shall peärt me vrom you. My heart will be cwold, Jenny, when I do slight The zwell o’ thy bosom, thy eyes’ sparklèn light. […]
English Poetry. Edward Lear. There Was an Old Man in a Tree. Эдвард Лир. Как-то Парня от пяток до чёлки
Edward Lear (Эдвард Лир) * * * There was an Old Man in a tree, Who was horribly bored by a bee. When they said “Does it buzz?” He replied “Yes, it does! It’s a regular brute of a bee!” Перевод на русский язык * * * Как-то […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Winter. Zunsheen in the Winter. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Winter. Zunsheen in the Winter The winter clouds, that long did hide The zun, be all a-blown azide, An’ in the light, noo longer dim, Do sheen the ivy that do clim’ The tower’s zide an’ elem’s stim; An’ holmen bushes, in […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Maïd vor my Bride. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Sundry Pieces. The Maïd vor my Bride Ah! don’t tell o’ maïdens! the woone vor my bride Is little lik’ too many maïdens bezide,— Not brantèn, nor spitevul, nor wild; she’ve a mind To think o’ what’s right, an’ a heart to […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. First Collection. Winter. Grammer’s Shoes. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) First Collection. Winter. Grammer’s Shoes I do seem to zee Grammer as she did use Vor to show us, at Chris’mas, her weddèn shoes, An’ her flat spreadèn bonnet so big an’ roun’ As a girt pewter dish a-turn’d upside down; When we all […]
English Poetry. Ellis Parker Butler. An Exception. Эллис Паркер Батлер.
Ellis Parker Butler (Эллис Паркер Батлер) An Exception In all romances, old and new, And in all lover’s rhymes I find one rule that has held true Since prehistoric times. The lover must, if he indeed Be hit by Cupid’s dart, Grow pale, sigh much, neglect his […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. On Kiley’s Run. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) On Kiley’s Run The roving breezes come and go On Kiley’s Run, The sleepy river murmurs low, And far away one dimly sees Beyond the stretch of forest trees – Beyond the foothills dusk and dun – The ranges sleeping in the […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Premier and the Socialist. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) * * * The Premier and the Socialist Were walking through the State: They wept to see the Savings Bank Such funds accumulate. ”If these were only cleared away,” They said, ”it would be great.” […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. With French to Kimberley. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) With French to Kimberley The Boers were down on Kimberley with siege and Maxim gun; The Boers were down on Kimberley, their numbers ten to one! Faint were the hopes the British had to make the struggle good — […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Quest Eternal. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
АНГЛИЙСКАЯ ПОЭЗИЯ, СТИХИ НА АНГЛИЙСКОМ ЯЗЫКЕ, ПОЭЗИЯ АНГЛОЯЗЫЧНЫХ СТРАН Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Quest Eternal O west of all that a man holds dear, on the edge of the Kingdom Come, Where carriage is far too high for beer, and […]
Michelin уходит из России
Michelin уходит из России На новость, что и Michelin уходит из России, слышны возгласы, что обойдёмся и без их ресторанов. У Michelin’a нет ресторанов, они делают автомобильные и авиационные шины. С 1904 года они для автомобилистов, чисто в рекламных целях для продажи шин, издают путеводитель (Guide Michelin), в котором также отмечали места […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Pannikin Poet. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Pannikin Poet There’s nothing here sublime, But just a roving rhyme, Run off to pass the time, With nought titanic in. The theme that it supports, And, though it treats of quarts, It’s bare […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. What Have the Cavalry Done?. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) * * * What have the cavalry done? Cantered and trotted about, Routin’ the enemy out, Causin’ the beggars to run! And we tramped along in the blazin’ heat, Over the veldt on our weary feet. […]
English Poetry. Edward Lear. There Was a Young Lady Whose Nose. Эдвард Лир.
Edward Lear (Эдвард Лир) * * * There was a Young Lady whose nose, Was so long that it reached to her toes; So she hired an Old Lady, Whose conduct was steady, To carry that wonderful nose. Edward Lear’s other poems: There Was a Young Person of […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. That V.C.. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) That V.C. ’Twas in the days of front attack; This glorious truth we’d yet to learn it — That every ”front” has got a back. And French was just the man to turn it. A wounded soldier […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Rhyme of the O’Sullivan. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Rhyme of the O’Sullivan Pro Bono Publico Went out the streets to scan, And marching to and fro He met a seedy man, Who did a tale unfold In solemn tones and slow And […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Old Timer’s Steeplechase. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Old Timer’s Steeplechase The sheep were shorn and the wool went down At the time of our local racing; And I’d earned a spell — I was burnt and brown — So I rolled my swag for […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Gundaroo Bullock. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Gundaroo Bullock Oh, there’s some that breeds the Devon that’s as solid as a stone, And there’s some that breeds the brindle which they call the ”Goulburn Roan”; But amongst the breeds of cattle there are very, very […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Hypnotist. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Hypnotist A man once read with mind surprised Of the way that people were ”hypnotised”; By waving hands you produced, forsooth, A kind of trance where men told the truth! His mind was filled with wond’ring […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Saltbush Bill, J.P.. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Saltbush Bill, J.P. Beyond the land where Leichhardt went, Beyond Sturt’s Western track, The rolling tide of change has sent Some strange J.P.’s out back. And Saltbush Bill, grown old and grey, And worn for want […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. That Half-Crown Sweep. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) That Half-Crown Sweep The run of Billabong-go-dry Is just beyond Lime Burner’s Gap; Its waterhole and tank supply Is excellent — upon the map. But lacking nature’s liquid drench, The station staff are wont to try […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. In Re a Gentleman, One. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) In Re a Gentleman, One We see it each day in the paper, And know that there’s mischief in store; That some unprofessional caper Has landed a shark on the shore. We know there’ll be plenty of trouble […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Winds Message. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Winds Message There came a whisper down the Bland between the dawn and dark, Above the tossing of the pines, above the river’s flow; It stirred the boughs of giant gums and stalwart iron-bark; It drifted where […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Passing of Gundagai. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Passing of Gundagai ”I’ll introduce a friend!” he said, ”And if you’ve got a vacant pen You’d better take him in the shed And start him shearing straight ahead; He’s one of these here quiet men. […]
English Poetry. Edward Lear. There Was a Young Lady of Portugal. Эдвард Лир.
Edward Lear (Эдвард Лир) * * * There was a Young Lady of Portugal, Whose ideas were excessively nautical: She climbed up a tree, To examine the sea, But declared she would never leave Portugal. Edward Lear’s other poems: There Was a Young Person of Smyrna There Was […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Under the Shadow of Kiley’s Hill. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Under the Shadow of Kiley’s Hill This is the place where they all were bred; Some of the rafters are standing still; Now they are scattered and lost and dead, Every one from the old nest fled, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Saltbush Bill on the Patriarchs. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Saltbush Bill on the Patriarchs Come all you little rouseabouts and climb upon my knee; To-day, you see, is Christmas Day, and so it’s up to me To give you some instruction like—a kind of Christmas tale— So […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Reveille. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Reveille Trumpets of the Lancer Corps Sound a loud reveille; Sound it over Sydney shore, Send the message far and wide Down the Richmond River side. Boot and Saddle, mount and ride, Sound a […]