English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. «Ave Ceasar». Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) «Ave Ceasar» Long ago the Gladiators, When the call to combat came, Marching past the massed spectators, Hailed the Emp’ror with acclaim! Voices ringing with the fury Of the strife so soon to be, Cried, ”O […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Behind the Scenes. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Behind the Scenes The actor struts his little hour, Between the limelight and the band; The public feel the actor’s power, Yet nothing do they understand Of all the touches here and there That make or […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The First Surveyor. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The First Surveyor ’The man who brought the railway through — our friend the engineer.’ They cheer his pluck and enterprise and engineering skill! ’Twas my old husband found the pass behind that big red hill. Before the […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Conroy’s Gap. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Conroy’s Gap This was the way of it, don’t you know — Ryan was ”wanted” for stealing sheep, And never a trooper, high or low, Could find him — catch a weasel asleep! Till Trooper Scott, from […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Pearl Diver. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Pearl Diver Kanzo Makame, the diver, sturdy and small Japanee, Seeker of pearls and of pearl-shell down in the depths of the sea, Trudged o’er the bed of the ocean, searching industriously. Over the pearl-grounds the […]
English Poetry. Lewis Carroll. All in the Golden Afternoon. Льюис Кэрролл. Июльский полдень золотой
Lewis Carroll (Льюис Кэрролл) * * * All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are plied, While little hands make vain pretense Our wanderings to guide. Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour, Beneath such […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Uncle Bill. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Uncle Bill My Uncle Bill! My Uncle Bill! How doth my heart with anguish thrill! For he, our chief, our Robin Hood, Has gone to jail for stealing wood! With tears and sobs my voice I raise […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Wisdom of Hafiz: the Philosopher Takes to Racing. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Wisdom of Hafiz: the Philosopher Takes to Racing My son, if you go to the races to battle with Ikey and Mo, Remember, it’s seldom the pigeon can pick out the eye of the crow; Remember, they live by […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Bushfire – an Allegory. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Bushfire – an Allegory ’Twas on the famous Empire run, Whose sun does never set, Whose grass and water, so they say, Have never failed them yet — They carry many million sheep, Through seasons […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Jim Carew. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Jim Carew Born of a thoroughbred English race, Well proportioned and closely knit, Neat, slim figure and handsome face, Always ready and always fit, Hardy and wiry of limb and thew, That was the ne’er-do-well Jim […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Riders in the Stand. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Riders in the Stand There’s some that ride the Robbo style, and bump at every stride; While others sit a long way back, to get a longer ride. There’s some that ride as sailors do, with legs, and arms, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. A Bush Lawyer. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) A Bush Lawyer When Ironbark the turtle came to Anthony’s lagoon The hills were hid behind a mist of equinoctal rain, The ripple of the rivulets was like a cheerful tune And wild companions waltzed among the grass […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Out of Sight. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Out of Sight They held a polo meeting at a little country town, And all the local sportsmen came to win themselves renown. There came two strangers with a horse, and I am much afraid They both belonged […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Hard Luck. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Hard Luck I left the course, and by my side There walked a ruined tout — A hungry creature, evil-eyed, Who poured this story out. ”You see,” he said, ”there came a swell To Kensington today, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Frogs in chorus. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Frogs in chorus The chorus frogs in the big lagoon Would sing their songs to the silvery moon. Tenor singers were out of place, For every frog was a double bass. But never a human chorus yet […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Clancy Of The Overflow. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Clancy Of The Overflow I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better Knowledge, sent to where I met him down the Lachlan, years ago, He was shearing when I knew him, so I sent the letter […]
English Poetry. William Cowper. On Receipt Of My Mother’s Picture. Уильям Купер.
William Cowper (Уильям Купер) On Receipt Of My Mother’s Picture Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass’d With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine–thy own sweet smiles I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. A Song of the Pen. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) A Song of the Pen Not for the love of women toil we, we of the craft, Not for the people’s praise; Only because our goddess made us her own and laughed, Claiming us all our days, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Old Schooldays. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Old Schooldays Awake, of Muse, the echoes of a day Long past, the ghosts of mem’ries manifold — Youth’s memories that once were green and gold But now, alas, are grim and ashen grey. The drowsy schoolboy […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. A Dog’s Mistake. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) A Dog’s Mistake He had drifted in among us as a straw drifts with the tide, He was just a wand’ring mongrel from the weary world outside; He was not aristocratic, being mostly ribs and hair, With a […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. A Ballad of Ducks. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) A Ballad of Ducks The railway rattled and roared and swung With jolting and bumping trucks. The sun, like a billiard red ball, hung In the Western sky: and the tireless tongue Of the wild-eyed man in […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. A Triolet. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) A Triolet Of all the sickly forms of verse, Commend me to the triolet. It makes bad writers somewhat worse: Of all the sickly forms of verse, That fall beneath a reader’s curse, It is the […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Wreck of the Golfer. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Wreck of the Golfer It was the Bondi golfing man Drove off from the golf house tee, And he had taken his little daughter To bear him company. ”Oh, Father, why do you swing the club […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Mulga Bill’s Bicycle. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Mulga Bill’s Bicycle ’Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that caught the cycling craze; He turned away the good old horse that served him many days; He dressed himself in cycling clothes, resplendent to be seen; He hurried off […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Flying Gang. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Flying Gang And I worked my way to the end, and I Was the head of the ”Flying Gang”. ’Twas a chosen band that was kept at hand In case of an urgent need; Was it […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Moving On. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Moving On In this war we’re always moving, Moving on; When we make a friend another friend has gone; Should a woman’s kindly face Make us welcome for a space, Then it’s boot and saddle, boys, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. A Bush Christening. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) A Bush Christening On the outer Barcoo where the churches are few, And men of religion are scanty, On a road never cross’d ’cept by folk that are lost, One Michael Magee had a shanty. Now this Mike was […]
English Poetry. William Cowper. The Lily And The Rose. Уильям Купер.
William Cowper (Уильям Купер) The Lily And The Rose The nymph must lose her female friend If more admired than she, - But where will fierce contention end If flowers can disagree? Within the garden’s peaceful scene Appeared two lovely foes, Aspiring to the rank of queen, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Ballad of M. T. Nutt and His Dog. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Ballad of M. T. Nutt and His Dog The Honourable M. T. Nutt About the bush did jog. Till, passing by a settler’s hut, He stopped and bought a dog. Then started homewards full of hope, […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. The Angel’s Kiss. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) The Angel’s Kiss An angel stood beside the bed Where lay the living and the dead. He gave the mother — her who died — A kiss that Christ the Crucified Had sent to greet the weary […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Australian Scenery. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Australian Scenery The Mountains A land of sombre, silent hills, where mountain cattle go By twisted tracks, on sidelings deep, where giant gum trees grow And the wind replies, in the river oaks, to the song of the stream below. A land […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. He Giveth His Beloved Sleep. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) He Giveth His Beloved Sleep The long day passes with its load of sorrow: In slumber deep I lay me down to rest until tomorrow – Thank God for sleep. Thank God for all respite from weary toiling, From cares that creep […]
English Poetry. Andrew Barton Paterson. Any Other Time. Эндрю Бартон Патерсон.
Andrew Barton Paterson (Эндрю Бартон Патерсон) Any Other Time ALL of us play our very best game— Any other time. Golf or billiards, it’s all the same— Any other time. Lose a match and you always say, “Just my luck! I was ‘off’ to-day! I could have beaten […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Epitaph on John Bushby, Writer, Dumfries. Роберт Бернс. Эпитафия Джону Бушби, банкиру и землевладельцу из Дамфриза
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Epitaph on John Bushby, Writer, Dumfries Here lies John Bushby, honest man! Cheat him, Devil, if you can. 1794 Перевод на русский язык Эпитафия Джону Бушби, банкиру и землевладельцу из Дамфриза Джон Бу́шби, честный человек, Здесь упокоился навек. Такой и Адского Владыку […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Poverty. Роберт Бернс. О бедности и политике
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Poverty In politics if thou wouldst mix, And mean thy fortunes be; Bear this in mind, – be deaf and blind, Let great folks hear and see. 1793 Перевод на русский язык О бедности и политике Не лезь в политику, дружище! Она – […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. On Hearing that there was Falsehood in the Reverend Doctor Babington’s Very Looks. Роберт Бернс. Эпиграмма по поводу мнения о том, что сами глаза преподобного Бэ́бингтона источают ложь
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) On Hearing that there was Falsehood in the Reverend Doctor Babington’s Very Looks That there is falsehood in his looks I must and will deny; They say their master is a knave – And sure they do not lie. 1794 Перевод на русский язык […]
English Poetry. Robert Burns. Extemporaneous Effusion, on being Appointed to the Excise. Роберт Бернс. Экспромт свежеиспечённого акцизного
Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс) Extemporaneous Effusion, on being Appointed to the Excise Seaching auld wives’ barrels, – Ochone the day! That clarty barm should stain my laurels; But – what’ll ye say? These movin’ things, ca’d wives and weans, Wad move the very hearts o’ stanes! 1788 Перевод […]
English Poetry. Lucy Maud Montgomery. The Poet. Люси Мод Монтгомери.
Lucy Maud Montgomery (Люси Мод Монтгомери) The Poet There was strength in him and the weak won freely from it, There was an infinite pity, and hard hearts grew soft thereby, There was truth so unshrinking and starry-shining, Men read clear by its light and learned to scorn […]
English Poetry. William Cowper. The Castaway. Уильям Купер.
William Cowper (Уильям Купер) The Castaway Obscurest night involv’d the sky, Th’ Atlantic billows roar’d, When such a destin’d wretch as I, Wash’d headlong from on board, Of friends, of hope, of all bereft, His floating home for ever left. No braver chief could Albion boast Than […]
English Poetry. Lucy Maud Montgomery. The Gulls. Люси Мод Монтгомери.
Lucy Maud Montgomery (Люси Мод Монтгомери) The Gulls I Soft is the sky in the mist-kirtled east, Light is abroad on the sea, All of the heaven with silver is fleeced, Holding the sunrise in fee. Lo! with a flash and uplifting of wings Down where the […]