English Poetry. Edward Lear. He Lived at Dingle Bank. Эдвард Лир.
Edward Lear (Эдвард Лир) * * * He lived at Dingle Bank – he did; - He lived at Dingle Bank; And in his garden was one Quail, Four tulips and a Tank: And from his window he could see The otion and the River Dee. His […]
English Poetry. William Blake. Songs of Innocence. The Little Black Boy. Уильям Блейк. Песни невинности. Негритенок
William Blake (Уильям Блейк) Songs of Innocence. The Little Black Boy My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white; White as an angel is the English child, But I am black, as if bereaved of light. My […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Travelling Post Office. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Travelling Post Office The roving breezes come and go, the reed-beds sweep and sway, The sleepy river murmers low,and loiters on its way, It is the land of lots o’time along the Castlereagh. . . .. . […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Jimmy Dooley’s Army. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Jimmy Dooley’s Army There’s a dashin’ sort of boy Which they call his Party’s Joy, And his smile-that-won’t-come-off would quite disarm ye; And he played the leadin’ hand In the Helter-Skelter Band, Known as Jimmy Dooley’s […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Protest. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Protest I say ’e isn’t Remorse! ’Ow do I know? Saw ’im on Riccarton course Two year ago! Think I’d forget any ’orse? Course ’e’s The Crow! Bumper Maginnis and I After a […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. A Job for McGuinness. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) A Job for McGuinness Oh, it’s dreadful to think in a country like this With its chances for work – and enjoyment That a man like McGuinness was certain to miss Whenever he tried for employment. […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Ballad of That P.N.. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Ballad of That P.N. The shades of night had fallen at last, When through the house a shadow passed, That once had been the Genial Dan, But now become a desperate man, At question time he […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Scapegoat. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Scapegoat We have all of us read how the Israelites fled From Egypt with Pharaoh in eager pursuit of ’em, And Pharaoh’s fierce troop were all put ”in the soup” When the waters rolled softly o’er every […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. How Gilbert Died. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) How Gilbert Died There’s never a stone at the sleeper’s head, There’s never a fence beside, And the wandering stock on the grave may tread Unnoticed and undenied; But the smallest child on the Watershed Can […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Billy-Goat Overland. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Billy-Goat Overland Come all ye lads of the droving days, ye gentlemen unafraid, I’ll tell you all of the greatest trip that ever a drover made, For we rolled our swags, and we packed our bags, and taking […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. «Shouting» for a Camel. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) «Shouting» for a Camel It was over at Coolgardie that a mining speculator, Who was going down the township just to make a bit o’ chink, Went off to hire a camel from a camel propagator, And the Afghan […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Mountain Squatter. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Mountain Squatter Here in my mountain home, On rugged hills and steep, I sit and watch you come, O Riverinia Sheep! You come from the fertile plains Where saltbush (sometimes) grows, And flats that […]
English Poetry. Lewis Carroll. Life is But a Dream. Льюис Кэрролл.
Lewis Carroll (Льюис Кэрролл) Life is But a Dream A boat, beneath a sunny sky Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July Children three that nestle near, Eager eye and willing ear, Pleased a simple tale to hear Long has paled that sunny sky; Echoes […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Johnson’s Antidote. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Johnson’s Antidote Down along the Snakebite River, where the overlanders camp, Where the serpents are in millions, all of the most deadly stamp; Where the station-cook in terror, nearly every time he bakes, Mixes up among the doughboys […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Deficit Demon. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Deficit Demon It was the lunatic poet escaped from the local asylum, Loudly he twanged on his banjo and sang with his voice like a saw-mill, While as with fervour he sang there was borne o’er the shuddering […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. A Motor Courtship. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) A Motor Courtship Into her presence he gaily pranced, A very fat spark, and a bit advanced. With a Samson tread on the earth he trod, He was stayed and gaitered, and fifty odd. And she […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Morgan’s Dog. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Morgan’s Dog Morgan the drover explained, As he drank from his battered quart-pot, Many a slut I have trained; This is the best of the lot. Crossing these stringybark hills, Hungry and rocky and steep […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Maori’s Wool. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Maori’s Wool The Maoris are a mighty race — the finest ever known; Before the missionaries came they worshipped wood and stone; They went to war and fought like fiends, and when the war was done They […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Amateur Rider. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Amateur Rider Him goin’ to ride for us! Him — with the pants and the eyeglass and all. Amateur! don’t he just look it — it’s twenty to one on a fall. Boss must be gone off his […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Those Names. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Those Names The shearers sat in the firelight, hearty and hale and strong, After the hard day’s shearing, passing the joke along: The ”ringer” that shore a hundred, as they never were shorn before, And the novice who, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. It’s Grand. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) It’s Grand It’s grand to be a squatter And sit upon a post, And watch your little ewes and lambs A-giving up the ghost. It’s grand to be a ”cockie” With wife and kids to […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Only a Jockey. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Only a Jockey Out in the grey cheerless chill of the morning light, Out on the track where the night shades still lurk, ere the first gleam of the sungod’s returning light Round come the racehorses early at […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Policeman G.. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Policeman G. To Policeman G. the Inspector said: ”When you pass the ’shops’ you must turn your head; If you took a wager, that would be a sin; So you’ll earn no stripes if you run them in.” […]
English Poetry. Lewis Carroll. A Sea Dirge. Льюис Кэрролл.
Lewis Carroll (Льюис Кэрролл) A Sea Dirge There are certain things – as, a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three - That I hate, but the thing that I hate the most Is a thing they call the Sea. Pour some salt water […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Buffalo Country. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Buffalo Country Out where the grey streams glide, Sullen and deep and slow, And the alligators slide From the mud to the depths below Or drift on the stream like a floating death, Where the fever […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. An Idyll of Dandaloo. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) An Idyll of Dandaloo On Western plains, where shade is not, ’Neath summer skies of cloudless blue, Where all is dry and all is hot, There stands the town of Dandaloo — A township where life’s total […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Wargeilah Handicap. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Wargeilah Handicap Wargeilah town is very small, There’s no cathedral nor a club, In fact the township, all in all, Is just one unpretentious pub; And there, from all the stations round, The local sportsmen […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Swinging the Lead. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Swinging the Lead Said the soldier to the Surgeon, ”I’ve got noises in me head And a kind o’ filled up feeling after every time I’m fed; I can sleep all night on picket, but I can’t sleep in […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. When Dacey rode the Mule. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) When Dacey rode the Mule ’TWAS to a small, up-country town, When we were boys at school, There came a circus with a clown, Likewise a bucking mule. The clown announced a scheme they had Spectators […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. High Explosive. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) High Explosive ’Twas the dingo pup to his dam that said, ”It’s time I worked for my daily bread. Out in the world I intend to go, And you’d be surprised at the things I know. […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Do They Know?. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Do They Know? Do they know? At the turn to the straight Where the favourites fail, And every last atom of weight Is telling its tale; As some grim old stayer hard-pressed Runs true to his […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Why the Jackass Laughs. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Why the Jackass Laughs The Boastful Crow and the Laughing Jack Were telling tales of the outer back: ”I’ve just been travelling far and wide, At the back of Bourke and the Queensland side; There isn’t a […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Australia Today 1916. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Australia Today 1916 They came from the lower levels Deep down in the Brilliant mine; From the wastes where the whirlwind revels, Whirling the leaves of pine. On the western plains, where the Darling flows, And […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Incantation. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Incantation Scene: Federal Political Arena A darkened cave. In the middle, a cauldron, boiling. Enter the three witches. 1ST WITCH: Thrice hath the Federal Jackass brayed. 2ND WITCH: Once the Bruce-Smith War-horse neighed. […]
English Poetry. Lewis Carroll. Echoes. Льюис Кэрролл.
Lewis Carroll (Льюис Кэрролл) Echoes Lady Clara Vere de Vere Was eight years old, she said: Every ringlet, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden thread. She took her little porringer: Of me she shall not win renown: For the baseness of its nature shall have strength to […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Daylight is Dying. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) * * * The daylight is dying Away in the west, The wild birds are flying In silence to rest; In leafage and frondage Where shadows are deep, They pass to its bondage— The […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Black Swans. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Black Swans As I lie at rest on a patch of clover In the Western Park when the day is done. I watch as the wild black swans fly over With their phalanx turned to the sinking sun; […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Road to Gundagai. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Road to Gundagai The mountain road goes up and down From Gundagai to Tumut Town And, branching off, there runs a track Across the foothills grim and black, Across the plains and ranges grey […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. There’s Another Blessed Horse Fell Down. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) There’s Another Blessed Horse Fell Down When you’re lying in your hammock, sleeping soft and sleeping sound, Without a care or trouble on your mind, And there’s nothing to disturb you but the engines going round, And you’re […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Geebung Polo Club. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Geebung Polo Club It was somewhere up the country, in a land of rock and scrub, That they formed an institution called the Geebung Polo Club. They were long and wiry natives from the rugged mountain side, […]