Airly Beacon
Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon;
Oh, the pleasant sight to see
Shires and towns from Airly Beacon,
While my love climbed up to me!
Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon;
Oh, the happy hours we lay
Deep in fern on Airly Beacon,
Courting through the summer's day!
Airly Beacon, Airly Beacon;
Oh, the weary haunt for me,
All alone on Airly Beacon,
With his baby on my knee!
poem by Charles Kingsley
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The Bonnie House O' Airly
It fell on a day, and a bonnie summer day,
When the corn grew green and yellow,
That there fell out a great dispute
Between Argyle and Airly.
The Duke o' Montrose has written to Argyle
To come in the morning early,
An' lead in his men, by the back O' Dunkeld,
To plunder the bonnie house o' Airly.
The lady look'd o'er her window sae hie,
And O but she looked weary!
And there she espied the great Argyle
Come to plunder the bonnie house o' Airly.
'Come down, come down, Lady Margaret,' he says,
'Come down and kiss me fairly,
Or before the morning clear daylight,
I'll no leave a standing stane in Airly.'
'I wadna kiss thee, great Argyle,
I wadna kiss thee fairly,
I wadna kiss thee, great Argyle,
Gin you shouldna leave a standing stane Airly.'
He has ta'en her by the middle sae sma',
Says, 'Lady, where is your drury?'
'It's up and down by the bonnie burn side,
Amang the planting of Airly.'
They sought it up, they sought it down,
They sought it late and early,
And found it in the bonnie balm-tree,
That shines on the bowling-green o' Airly,
He has ta'en her by the left shoulder,
And O but she grat sairly,
And led her down to yon green bank,
Till he plundered the bonnie house o' Airly.
'O it's I hae seven braw sons,' she says,
'And the youngest ne'er saw his daddie,
And altho' I had as mony mae,
I wad gie them a' to Charlie.
'But gin my good lord had been at hame,
As this night he is wi' Charlie,
There durst na a Campbell in a' the west
Hae plundered the bonnie house o' Airly.
poem by Andrew Lang
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The Hoodoo
Owned a pair o' skates onc't.--Traded
Fer 'em,--stropped 'em on and waded
Up and down the crick, a-waitin'
Tel she'd freeze up fit fer skatin'.
Mildest winter I remember--
More like Spring- than Winter-weather!--
Did n't _frost_ tel bout December-
Git up airly ketch a' feather
Of it, mayby, 'crost the winder--
Sunshine swinge it like a cinder!
Well--I _waited_--and _kep_' waitin'!
Couldn't see my money's w'oth in
Them-air skates and was no skatin',
Ner no hint o' ice ner nothin'!
So, one day--along in airly
Spring--I swopped 'em off--and barely
Closed the dicker, 'fore the weather
Natchurly jes slipped the ratchet,
And crick--tail-race--all together,
Froze so tight cat couldn't scratch it!
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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A Tale Of The Airly Days
Oh! tell me a tale of the airly days--
Of the times as they ust to be;
'Piller of Fi-er' and 'Shakespeare's Plays'
Is a' most too deep fer me!
I want plane facts, and I want plane words,
Of the good old-fashioned ways,
When speech run free as the songs of birds
'Way back in the airly days.
Tell me a tale of the timber-lands--
Of the old-time pioneers;
Somepin' a pore man understands
With his feelins's well as ears.
Tell of the old log house,--about
The loft, and the puncheon flore--
The old fi-er-place, with the crane swung out,
And the latch-string thrugh the door.
Tell of the things jest as they was--
They don't need no excuse!--
Don't tech 'em up like the poets does,
Tel theyr all too fine fer use!--
Say they was 'leven in the fambily--
Two beds, and the chist, below,
And the trundle-beds that each helt three,
And the clock and the old bureau.
Then blow the horn at the old back-door
Tel the echoes all halloo,
And the childern gethers home onc't more,
Jest as they ust to do:
Blow fer Pap tel he hears and comes,
With Tomps and Elias, too,
A-marchin' home, with the fife and drums
And the old Red White and Blue!
Blow and blow tel the sound draps low
As the moan of the whipperwill,
And wake up Mother, and Ruth and Jo,
All sleepin' at Bethel Hill:
Blow and call tel the faces all
Shine out in the back-log's blaze,
And the shadders dance on the old hewed wall
As they did in the airly days.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Airly crooks the Tree that good Lammock should be.
In The Distance
On a lonely hillside,
there stands a cabin
with a lamp in the window
to show someone is there.
In the distance it is a beacon
that points to my cosy home.
When my working day is through
and I walk back along the miles,
I can see that lamp burning.
That welcoming beacon
beckoning to me there in the distance.
My love waits for me there
after my work is done
with my slippers near the fire.
The miles never seem that long
with that beacon in the distance
waiting to welcome me home.
1 March 2011
poem by David Harris
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Beacon Light
Ween--Beacon Light
Words and music: Ween
Looking up to the sky
Made me realize; made me want to fly
To a place far away
Where they're singing songs and making love all day
Somewhere beyond the sun
Where an adam splits and announces a tongue
CHORUS:
So don't you be late
I see the beacon light and it's on
So strap on my *jammy pack*
Fuel it up, 'cause I'm gone
The people all dance
With their big long arms and a peach in their pants
Picking fruit from the sky
As the demon ship goes passing them by
I'm not sure if it's love
But it's coming down from the heavens above
CHORUS:
So don't you be late
I see the beacon light, and it's on
So strap on that *jammy pack*
Fuel it up, 'cause I'm gone
So don't you be late
I see the beacon light, and it's on
So strap on that *jammy pack*
Fuel it up, 'cause I'm gone
song performed by by Ween
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My Iron Long (live)
Faith, you're driving me away Faith, you're driving me away
You do it everyday
You don't mean it
But it hurts like hell
My brain says I'm recieving pain
A lack of oxygen
From my life support
My iron lung
We're too young to fall asleep
To cynical to speak
We are losing it
Can't you tell?
We scratch our eternal itch
A twentieth century bitch
And we are grateful for
Our iron lung
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
Suck, suck your teenage thumb
Toilet trained and dumb
When the power runs out
We'll just hum
This, this is our new song
Just like the last one
A total waste of time
My iron lung
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
And if you're frightened
You can be frightened
You can be, it's OK
And if you're frightened
You can be frightened
You can be, it's OK
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
You do it everyday
You don't mean it
But it hurts like hell
My brain says I'm recieving pain
A lack of oxygen
From my life support
My iron lung
We're too young to fall asleep
To cynical to speak
We are losing it
Can't you tell?
We scratch our eternal itch
A twentieth century bitch
And we are grateful for
Our iron lung
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
Suck, suck your teenage thumb
Toilet trained and dumb
When the power runs out
We'll just hum
This, this is our new song
Just like the last one
A total waste of time
My iron lung
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
And if you're frightened
You can be frightened
You can be, it's OK
And if you're frightened
You can be frightened
You can be, it's OK
The head shrinkers
They want everything
My uncle Bill
My Belisha beacon
song performed by by Radiohead
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Only Fools
The beacon light
stretches out from the shore
to warn passing ships
of the dangers
that are lurking
hidden from their view
Now with everything
we need a beacon light
to help show us
the safest way through.
Love is like a minefield
one false step and then we are through.
Only fools do not take heed
of dangers they cannot see.
They rush head on into things
regardless of the dangers lurking there.
They feel they have charmed lives,
that nothing can hurt them there.
How many fools,
have we seen,
with broken hearts
littered everywhere,
and being fools they are,
they do not really care.
Others tread a wearier path,
ensuring it’s on solid ground.
However, that does no guarantees
to them love will ever be found.
I’d rather be the fool,
and see love everywhere.
8 June 2007
poem by David Harris
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A Study (A Soul)
She stands as pale as Parian statues stand;
Like Cleopatra when she turned at bay,
And felt her strength above the Roman sway,
And felt the aspic writhing in her hand.
Her face is steadfast toward the shadowy land,
For dim beyond it looms the light of day;
Her feet are steadfast; all the arduous way
That foot-track hath not wavered on the sand.
She stands there like a beacon thro' the night,
A pale clear beacon where the storm-drift is;
She stands alone, a wonder deathly white;
She stands there patient, nerved with inner might,
Indomitable in her feebleness,
Her face and will athirst against the light.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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Gigi D'agostino
I got two strong arms blessings of babylon
With time to carry on and try
For sins and false alarms
So to america the brave
Wise men save
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
But he'll never
song performed by by Gigi D'agostino
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Honey is to taste
Honey is sweet to any one to taste
But its confinement, alas, is its fate.
Others, suited, are forbidden to taste.
When that one is lost honey goes naked
And seems sweeter to many wicked,
For which must it find soon a safe pocket.
Otherwise, it may turn sour in neglect,
Or may dry out in long disuse,
Or, perhaps, lies bare for someone’s abuse.
Honey, when orphaned by the host,
Be reclaimed by any one worth it,
Before it is too late, and thus be it blest.
Youth is honey,
Be she a a virgin or a widow,
With the same flow.
[About a young beautiful widow]
12.04.2000, Palakkad Lady Airly
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Welcome To Heartlight
I like the love
And I like the peaceful
I wish everyone I know could
Stand in the heartlight
I hold the hand
I walk with the teacher
We welcome in the mornin
Singing together
Can you feel the love thats in my heart
Can you see the flame we got to start
Burnin like a beacon in the night
O welcome to heartlight
Chorus:
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh welcome to heartlight
Im like the rain
cause I like your thunder
I know weve learned to live together
Here in the heartlight
Stand in the dark
Oh, oh and Ill light a candle
And then well dance it in the moonlight
Until the sunrise
Can you feel the love thats in my heart
Cant you see the flame weve got to start
Burnin like a beacon in the night
O welcome to heartlight
Chorus
Can you feel the love thats in my heart
Cant you see the flame weve got to start
Burnin like a beacon in the night
O welcome to heartlight
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh welcome to heartlight
(kids continue to sing oh oooh heart of light...)
While kenny ad libs.... heart of light, heart of light....
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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Heartlight
I like the love
And I like the peaceful
I wish everyone I know could
Stand in the heartlight
I hold the hand
I walk with the teacher
We welcome in the mornin
Singing together
Can you feel the love thats in my heart
Can you see the flame we got to start
Burnin like a beacon in the night
O welcome to heartlight
Chorus:
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh welcome to heartlight
Im like the rain
cause I like your thunder
I know weve learned to live together
Here in the heartlight
Stand in the dark
Oh, oh and Ill light a candle
And then well dance it in the moonlight
Until the sunrise
Can you feel the love thats in my heart
Cant you see the flame weve got to start
Burnin like a beacon in the night
O welcome to heartlight
Chorus
Can you feel the love thats in my heart
Cant you see the flame weve got to start
Burnin like a beacon in the night
O welcome to heartlight
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh oooh heart of light
Oh welcome to heartlight
(kids continue to sing oh oooh heart of light...)
While kenny ad libs.... heart of light, heart of light....
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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A Warm And Welcoming Light
The light in your window
shines bright every night,
like a warm and welcoming
beacon light,
but I cannot see it.
I am too far away
locked in a prison
for the crimes that I have done.
One day when they release me
home, I am going to run,
to the warm and welcoming
beacon light in your window.
I promise when I get there
I will never leave again,
no more crimes will I commit.
Every bird builds a nest
as cosy and snug as can be.
So I built a home for us
where a fire burns
to make it
warm and welcoming
like a home should be.
I ask myself the question
how long will it be
before I can lay down
in the green grass of my home.
The answer comes back,
but not the one that I want to hear.
It will be many more years
before you can go home.
So I sit in my jail cell
waiting for that day,
when I can again breath
the clear free fresh air,
come running up the path
to see you at the door.
Come to my sweet home
and stay forever more.
22 April 2008
poem by David Harris
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I love the paranormal, because there, every genre I write can become one beacon for my imagination.
quote by Leslie Banks
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Alone! Alone! No beacon, far or near! No chart, no compass, and no anchor stay!
quote by Ada Cambridge
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A beacon of light
shines on a deep dark path
fluttering glow worm
haiku by Rizvana Parveen
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For every $5 that Boston's economy sends up to Beacon Hill, the state gives only $1 back to us.
quote by Thomas Menino
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Dawn, Noon And Dewfall
I.
Dawn, noon and dewfall! Bluebird and robin
Up and at it airly, and the orchard-blossoms bobbin'!
Peekin' from the winder, half-awake, and wishin'
I could go to sleep agin as well as go a-fishin'!
II.
On the apern o' the dam, legs a-danglin' over,
Drowsy-like with sound o' worter and the smell o' clover:
Fish all out a visitin'--'cept some dratted minnor!
Yes, and mill shet down at last and hands is gone to dinner.
III.
Trompin' home acrost the fields: Lightnin'-bugs a-blinkin'
In the wheat like sparks o' things feller keeps a-thinkin':--
Mother waitin' supper, and the childern there to cherr me!
And fiddle on the kitchen-wall a-jist a-eechin' fer me!
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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