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Слушать(AI)The Starlings
Early in spring time, on raw and windy mornings,
Beneath the freezing house-eaves I heard the starlings sing—'Ah dreary March month, is this then a time for building wearily?
Sad, sad, to think that the year is but begun.'Late in the autumn, on still and cloudless evenings,
Among the golden reed-beds I heard the starlings sing—'Ah that sweet March month, when we and our mates were courting merrily;
Sad, sad, to think that the year is all but done.'Eversley, 1848.
Charles Kingsley
Charles Kingsley (12 June 1819 – 23 January 1875) was a broad church priest of the Church of England, a university professor, social reformer, h
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