Charles Kingsley (Чарльз Кингсли)

Airly Beacon

AIRLY BEACON, Airly Beacon;
  O the pleasant sight to see
Shires and towns from Airly Beacon,
  While my love climbed up to me!

Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon;
  O the happy hours we lay
Deep in fern on Airly Beacon,
  Courting through the summer day!

Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon;
  O the weary haunt for me,
All alone on Airly Beacon,
  With his baby on my knee!

1. Oh! That We Two Were Maying
2. 21st September 1870
3. A March
4. Down to the Mothers
5. Hypotheses Hypochondriacae

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