Arthur Conan Doyle

А ну, седлайте вороную!
В лицо дождливый ветер бьёт.
Отходит осень в даль иную,
Зима идёт, – её черёд!…

Он — старый охотник, угрюмый и злой,
И взор его — холод безбрежный.
То вяло влачится, то мчится стрелой
Скакун его — конь белоснежный.…

There is a better thing, dear heart,
Than youthful flush or girlish grace.
There is the faith that never fails,
The courage in the danger place,…

The Student he lay on his narrow bed
he dreamt not of the morrow
confused thoughts they filled his head
and he dreamt of his home with sorrowThe Student he lay on his narrow bed…

Если что знаю, дознаться не чаю,
Как и откуда, – и век не пойму,
Как я дорогу себе намечаю,
Как, не плутая, шагаю во тьму.…

Great was his soul and high his aim,
He viewed the world, and he could trace
A lofty plan to leave his name
Immortal 'mid the human race.…

1.
Лошадь спит в конюшне
На густой соломе.
Пёс уснул на псарне.…

Чиста была его душа,
И цель отменно высока:
Он множил замыслы, спеша
Себя прославить на века…

The Grenadiers of Austria are proper men and tall;
The Grenadiers of Austria have scaled the city wall;
They have marched from far away
Ere the dawning of the day,…

My life is gliding downwards; It speeds swifter to the day
When it shoots the last dark canon to the Plains of Far-away,
But while its stream is running through the years that are to be,
The mighty voice of Canada will ever call to me.…

Her cheek was wet with North Sea spray,
We walked where tide and shingle meet;
The long waves rolled from far away
To purr in ripples at our feet.…

1.Зажалим, что слепни, купца, что из Сте́пни!
Пожива! – Эй, живо, – поставим грот-парус!
Зажалим, что слепни, купца, что из Сте́пни!
С ним – золота бочка, – гляди, не ослепни! –…

Веру сгубит разум -
Он способен разом
Обесценить дар
Высочайший, Божий...…

Who’s that walking on the moorland?
Who’s that moving on the hill?
They are passing ’mid the bracken,
But the shadows grow and blacken…

What of the bow?
The bow was made in England:
Of true wood, of yew-wood,
The wood of English bows;…

Three women stood by the river's flood
In the gas-lamp's murky light,
A devil watched them on the left,
And an angel on the right.The clouds of lead flowed overhead;…

The foolish Roman fondly thought
That gods must be the same to all,
Each alien idol might be brought
Within their broad Pantheon Hall.…

Твоя щека была влажна
От брызг морских; мы шли с тобой,
Где к гальке ластилась волна
И мягко рокотал прибой.…

1909Breathing the stale and stuffy air
Of office or consulting room,
Our thoughts will wander back to where
We heard the low Atlantic boom,And, creaming underneath our screw,…

If you should search all Scotland round,
The mainland, skerries, and the islands,
A grimmer spot could not be found
Than Loch McGarry in the Highlands.Pent in by frowning mountains high,…

T h e S o u l t o t h e B o d ySo sorry, dear old friend, you have to die.
We've been such goodly partners, you and I,
Such comrades in our work, and mates at play,
We've lived together many a happy day.…

Мне стало жарко, – собаки
заливались на все голоса, –
Себя не жалея, провёл в седле я
в тот день полтора часа.…

The rattle of the bicycles
The cosy village tea,
The walking up the long hills
Which seemed too short to me,…

(Being a Sequel to "The Groom's Story" in "Songs of Action")Not tired of 'earin' stories! You're a nailer, so you are!
I thought I should 'ave choked you off with that 'ere motor-car.
Well, mister, 'ere's another; and, mind you, it's a fact,
Though you'll think perhaps I copped it out o' some blue ribbon tract.It was in the days when farmer men were jolly-faced and stout,…