Hilaire Belloc

Wherever the Catholic sun doth shine,
There’s always laughter and good red wine.
At least I’ve always found it so.
Benedicamus Domino!

Когда умру, когда навек уйду,
Скажите там, в лачугах и в дворцах:
«Он грешен был, – и он горит в аду,
Его стихи – горят у нас в сердцах!»© Перевод Евг. Фельдмана…

It was my shame, and now it is my boast,
That I have loved you rather more than most.

Sally is gone that was so kindly,
Sally is gone from Ha'nacker
And the Briar grows ever since then so blindly;
And ever since then the clapper is still…And the sweeps have fallen from Ha'nacker Mill.

Lord Lundy from his earliest
Was far too freely moved to Tears.
For instance if his Mother said,"Lundy!
It's time to go to Bed!"He bellowed like a Little Turk.

They warned Our Lady for the Child
That was Our blessed Lord,
And She took Him into the desert wild,
Over the camel’s ford.And a long song She sang to Him…

My jolly fat host with your face all a-grin,
Come, open the door to us, let us come in.
A score of stout fellows who think it no
If they toast till they're hoarse, and drink till they spin

May all my enemies go to hell,
Noel,
Noel,
Noel,

Three Graces; and the mother were a Grace,
But for profounder meaning in her face.

Hoar Time about the house betakes him slow,
Seeking an entry for his weariness.
And in that dreadful company
And the sad night with silent footsteps go.

The nicest child I ever
Was Charles Augustus Fortescue.
He never lost his cap, or
His stockings or his pinafore:

Я устал, я в изнеможении
От Любви и от Стихосложения,
Но на Радужную Кредитку
Мне весь век любоваться – не пытка!© Перевод Евг. Фельдмана…

Of Courtesy, it is much
Than Courage of Heart or Holiness,
Yet in my Walks it seems to
That the Grace of God is in Courtesy.

The moon on the one hand, the dawn on the other;
The moon is my sister, the dawn is my brother.
The moon on my left and the dawn on my right-My brother, good morning; my sister, good night.

The nicest child I ever knew
Was Charles Augustus Fortescue.
He never lost his cap, or tore
His stockings or his pinafore:…

The world is full of double beds
And most delightful maidenheads,
Which being so, there’s no excuse
For sodomy of self-abuse.

Of all the gods that gave me all their glories
To-day there deigns to walk with me but one.
I lead him by the hand and tell him stories.
It is the Queen of Cyprus’ little son.

Аристократы,
Кляты трикраты,
Ушли, ребята вельможные.
(С ними – их Женщины,…

Remote and ineffectual Don
That dared attack my Chesterton,
With that poor weapon, half-impelled,
Unlearnt, unsteady, hardly held,…

Do you remember an Inn,
Miranda?
Do you remember an Inn?
And the tedding and the spreading of the straw

When people call this beast to mind,
They marvel more and
At such a little tail behind,
So large a trunk before.

My reading is extremely deep and wide;
And as our modern education goes—
Unique I think, and skilfully applied
To Art and Industry and Autres Choses…

Of three in One and One in three
My narrow mind would doubting be
Till Beauty, Grace and Kindness met
And all at once were Juliet.

The species Man and
Are intimately linked;
The Marmozet survives as yet,
But Men are all extinct.