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The Tale Teller Love Library presents an audio recording of The Burial of Romeo and Juliet by R Galliene Love Stories Volume 4 Public Domain Talking Books.

the burial of romeo and juliet by richard lagalian read for love stories volume 4 by michelle frye baton ridge louisiana in august 2021 this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org

one morning of all mornings the citizens of verona were startled by strange news tragic forces to which they had been accustomed to pay little heed had been at work in their city during the dark hours and young romeo of the montagues handsome devil may care led as they had known him and little juliet of the capulets that mad kept merry gentle young mistress lay dead side by side in the church of santa maria death surely they were used to death and love flower of the clove they were used to love but here were love and death that somehow they could not understand so they hurried in wondering groups to santa maria that they might gaze at the dead lovers and thus perhaps come to understand romeo and juliet lay receiving their guests in the vault of the capulets with a strange smile of welcome for all who came and their presence chamber was bright with candles and flowers and sweet with the sweet smell of death the air that had drunk in their wild words and their last long looks of heavenly love still hung about the dark corners as the air where a rose has been holds a little while the memory of its breath yes that morning in that dank but shining tomb you might draw into you the very breath of love the air you breathe had passed through the sweet lungs of juliet it had been etherealized with her holy passion and washed clean with her lovely words and now for a little while yet it feasted on the fair piece of their glad young faces tomorrow or the next day or the next they would belong to the unvisited treasure house of the past but now this morning of all mornings this day that could never come again they still belonged to the real and radiant present

flowers there are that bloom but once in a hundred years but here in this tomb had blossomed one of those marvelous flowers that bloom but once throughout eternity poets and kings in after times oh men of verona will yearn to have seen what you look upon today for you you thick and greasy citizens are chosen out of all time to behold this beauty there were once in the world thousands of men and women who had heard the very words of christ as they fell from his lips words that we may only read there have been men actual living foolish men who have looked on at the valor of horacious men who from the crowded banks of the nile have watched the living body of cleopatra step into her gilded barge men who standing idle in the streets of florence have seen the love light start in the great dante's eyes seeing his hand move to his laden heart as the little beatrice passed him by among her maidens base men of the past by the indulgent accident of time have been granted to behold these wonders and now for you o men of verona a like wonder has been born

romeo and juliet lay receiving their guests in the vault of the capulets with a strange smile of welcome for all who came it had been an innocent little desire yet had all the world come against it it had been a simple little desire yet too strong for all the world to break strange this enmity of the world to love as though men should take arms against the song of a bird or plot against the opening of a flower but now what was this strange homage to a love that a few hours ago had no friend in all the daylight a fearful bliss beneath the secret moon but yesterday a stupid old nurse a herb gathering friar a rescue apothecary had been their only friends and now was all the world come here to do their bidding no need to steal again beneath the shade of orchard walls no need...

First Love
by Ivan Turgenev trans. Constance Garnett

I loved this so much I moved my Alexa into the boudoir!
Perfect reading from a true master of narration and a great story.
I will do a proper review tomorrow.

chapters 1 to 5 of first love this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by martin geeson first love by ivan turganyev translated by constance garnett introductory the party had long ago broken up the clock struck half past 12. there was left in the room only the master of the house and sergey nicolaivic and vladimir petrovich the master of the house rang and ordered the remains of the supper to be cleared away and so it settled he observed sitting back father in his easy chair and lighting a cigar each of us is to tell the story of his first love it's your turn sergey nikolayevich sergey nikolayevich a round little man with a plump light complexioned face gazed first at the master of the house then raised his eyes to the ceiling i had no first love he said at last i began with the second how was that it's very simple i was 18 when i had my first flirtation with a charming young lady but i courted her just as though it were nothing new to me just as i quoted others later on to speak accurately the first and last time i was in love was with my nurse when i was six years old but that's in the remote past the details of our relations have slipped out of my memory and even if i remembered them whom could they interest then how's it to be began the master of the house there was nothing much of interest about my first love either i never fell in love with anyone till i met anna nicola now my wife and everything went as smoothly as possible with us our parents arranged the match we were very soon in love with each other and got married without loss of time my story can be told in a couple of words i must confess gentlemen in bringing up the subject of first love i reckoned upon you i won't say old but no longer young bachelors can't you enliven us with something vladimir petrovich my first love certainly was not quite an ordinary one responded with some reluctance vladimir petrovich a man of forty with black hair turning grey ah said the master of the house and sergey nikolaevich with one voice so much the better and tell us about it if you wish it or no i won't tell the story i'm no hand at telling a story i make it dry and brief or spun out and affected if you'll allow me i'll write out all i remember and read it to you his friends at first would not agree but vladimir petrovic insisted on his own way a fortnight later they were together again and vladimir petrovich kept his word his manuscript contained the following story

chapter one i was 16 then it happened in the summer of 1833. i lived in moscow with my parents they had taken a country house for the summer near the kaluga gate facing the neskuchni gardens i was preparing for the university but did not work much and was in no hurry no one interfered with my freedom i did what i liked especially after parting with my last tutor a frenchman who had never been able to get used to the idea that he had fallen like a bomb communibomb into russia and would lie sluggishly in bed with an expression of exasperation on his face for days together my father treated me with careless kindness my mother scarcely noticed me though she had no children except me other cares completely absorbed her my father a man still young and very handsome had married her from mercenary considerations she was 10 years older than he my mother led a melancholy life she was forever agitated jealous and angry but not in my father's presence she was very much afraid of him and he was severe cold and distant in his behavior i have never seen a man more elaborately serene self-confident and commanding i shall never forget the first weeks i spent at...

Light-hearted humor Captain Billy's Whiz Bang, Vol. 3, No. 28, December, 1921
by W. H. Fawcett.

hello everybody welcome to royal clarence now i thought today i should probably pop up some comedy but you know it's really hard finding comedy from the archives you know i'm using the archives as my source material for the comedy channel it's archive comedy i'm looking for and the reason for that is i i'm kind of drawn to it a purer sort of time and a time of innocence and i wanted to contrast with the very hardcore sort of um gunho uh over sexualized over violent over nasty comedy that seems to be everywhere at today in today's um sort of media you know the it seems to be you have to be nasty to somebody to be comic so i was looking at things that were less nasty but of course it turns out that they were quite nasty even in victorian times and they were you know they were more sexist more racist etc all these things and but i'm hoping you'll have a bit of fun with this this is um captain billy's whiz-bang i just thought it was such a great title volume three number 28 december 1921. now look they're going to repeat all that when they um read it my cat is here um cleaning itself if you can hear something weird um so anyway uh i think you'll enjoy it give it some time i think sometimes a bit dry isn't it it's interesting when you read a loud a comedy magazine without pictures some of it's a bit dry it's a little bit lost but give it some time and look if you are struggling to get to sleep you can at least use it for your insomnia i think that's probably quite a good call actually so i'll just play it through and um yeah see what you think and i'll be uploading quite a lot of comedy today i think friday should be comedy day we're getting close to the end of the week hopefully for most of us anyway so do enjoy this and let me know what you think in the comments why not section 1 of captain billy's whiz bang volume 3 number 28 december 1921. this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by larry wilson captain billy swiss bank volume 3 number 28 december 1921 by w.h fawcett one million five hundred thousand readers subject great northern railway company m j wolf saint paul minnesota september 29 1922 editor whiz bang robbinsdale minnesota dear sir on september 27th our train number 12 was held at robbinsdale 37 minutes loading what is stated to have been 36 000 pounds of mail in order that provision be made to handle such large quantities of mail without causing unreasonable delay to trains would you kindly furnish the following information first frequency of publication of the magazine second days or dates when regularly due to be placed in the mail third approximate weight or number of copies of each issue with this information we will consider the making of some special arrangement for bringing to the cities it might be advantageous to set a baggage car out at robinsdale the day before the magazine do to be forwarded yours truly mj wolff the letter tells the story if our winter annuals had been loaded at one time captain billy would have filled an entire mail train hereafter gentle reader your news dealer will have the whiz-bang on the 15th of the month and because of our enormous orders we will in future mail a few truckloads every day throughout the full month all magazines to be held at various post offices until the 15th for delivery in conclusion i thank you for your indulgence at delays in getting your whiz bang and your winter annual the old whiz bang farm has been a busy spot these past few months yours for fun captain billy we have room for but one sole loyalty and that is loyalty to the american people theodore roosevelt captain billy's whiz bang employs no solicitors subscriptions may be received only at authorized newsstands or by direct mail to robbinsdale we join in no clubbing offers nor do we...

A Super Free Audiobook Recording from Tale Teller Books with Officer 666 (12) by Barton Wood Currie & Augustin McHugh Free Comedy Audiobook Public Domain.


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A love story set in the hills of Scotland where I was born coincidentally. This is the complete book so I hope you enjoy it. Dip into all our library books as and when you wish and I feature a book a day, sometimes two, on the live feed.

chapter 1 of which of the glands this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by kirk zegler lake placid florida which of the glands by sally watson chapter 1 the gypsies people of inverness were deeply annoyed a number of them stood in the square and scowled with great hostility at the three tattered wanders in their midst but their anger held a weary quality tinklers gypsies they cried accusingly and the soft semblance sound of the gaelic was less soft but more semblant than usual brielsag which muttered some with conviction but caution thieves they added getting to the real heart of the annoyance and with this fresh reminder of their grievances they begin picking up stones as they advance toward the man woman and girl anyone who expected to see clan loyalty in this gypsy family would have been terribly disappointed the massive bent shoulders and stringy legs of the man somehow evaporated between two houses and the final glance from his pasty dark face was one of hooded derision old meena faw didn't seem at all put out by her man's desertion one might have thought that she had expected it her scrawny figure seemed to grow taller as she turned a once handsome hag face toward the crowd and her sunken pale eyes flashed the crowd hesitated everyone knew old meena was a witch with the most devastating evil eye in all scotland but surprisingly mina chose to pacify them after all there weren't many towns in the highlands in this year of 1644 and it was well not to be alienating those few too deeply awk now she wheedled the crowd in her thin but powerful voice you wouldn't be wishing to harm a poor old woman now would you it wasn't at all that they weren't wishing to harm her but no one wanted to risk having his hands fall off or his cattle die they regarded her dubiously making up their minds which repeated someone from the safety of the back thief cried several more with fresh indignation and they began to move forward again thief echoed mina indignantly not i i would only be reading your palms and telling good fortune for ye if anyone has been lifting your belongings it must be my wicked weak kelpie whom i am beating every night for her sins and she pointed accusingly at an undersized goblin lass who might have been perhaps 15 or 17 years old dressed in an outrageous assortment of faded scraps long black elf locks flapped about her thin face and down her back eyes that were not quite canny peered out like those of an alarmed wee beast or a witch the wicked wee kill pie didn't stay to dispute the issue with one bright mutinous glance at mina she dived through the startled fringe of the crowd like a young stalt and ran away into the narrow steep lanes of the town the inverness crowd promptly forgot mina and took after the lass thief they yelled with new enthusiasm and whatever was convenient to pick up they threw it was fortunate that calpi was experienced in this sort of thing for it was a nasty chase and she knew all too well what might happen if they caught her with cunning amounting to sheer genius she ran and dodged doubled back and forth between houses wriggled over and under and around obstacles now and then her intense small face broke into a pointed grin of appreciation at her own cleverness for there was something exhilarating in outwitting an entire town but very real fear lurked behind those uncanny blue eyes to tell the truth it was the tide of ill will surging behind her which opposed her even more than the stones but kelp i did not realize this for she was so used to ill will that she could not remember anything else as for mina's deplorable behavior calpi was...

welcome to story time at the telltale club the thousand quilt from rebecca mary by annie hamilton donnell recorded for love stories volume 3 by rita boutros this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org the thousand quilt from rebecca mary by annie hamilton donnell

good afternoon rebecca mary said politely the minister's wife was cutting little trousers out of big ones the minister's big ones it was the old puzzle of how to steer clear of the thin places boys grow so sighed tenderly the minister's wife over her work she had not heard the voice from the doorway good afternoon again it was a quaint little figure in tight red calicos standing there it might easily have stepped down from some old picture on the wall rebecca mary had a bundle in her arms it was so large that it obscured breast and face and only a pair of grave blue eyes presided over by thin light brows seemed visible to the minister's wife the trousers puzzle merged into this one now who could oh oh it's miss plummer's little girl rebecca she said cordially rebecca mary her niece came a little muffled from behind the great bundle rebecca marries niece oh you mean miss plummer's niece and your whole name is that but i suppose she calls you rebecca or becky for short walk in rebecca but rebecca mary was struggling with the paralyzing vision of aunt olivia calling her becky she had passed by the lesser wonder of being called rebecca without the mary oh noah indeed aunt livia never shortens me gently gasped the child and the minister's wife measuring from the bundle down smiled to herself there did not see much room for shortening but walk in dear you are going to walk in i hope you have come to make me a little call rebecca mary struggled out of her paralysis here was occasion for new embarrassment for rebecca mary was honest noim i mean not a little call i've come to spend the afternoon she said slowly and i've brought my work the bundle the great bundle was her work she advanced into the room and began carefully to unroll it it was the turn of the minister's wife to be paralyzed she pushed forward a chair and the child sat down in it it's my thousand quilt that i'm making for aunt livia explained rebecca mary it's most done there's a thousand pieces in it and i'm on the 991 i thought probably you'd have some work so i brought mine yes i see the minister's wife stood looking down at the tight little red figure among the gorgeous waves of the thousand quilt they eddied and surged around it in dizzy reds and purples and greens she was conscious of being a little seasick and for relief she turned back to the puzzle of the little trousers it had been in her mind at first to express sorrow at rhoda's being unfortunately away and the boys now she was glad she hadn't for it was quite plain enough that the visitor had not come to spend the afternoon with the minister's children but with the minister's wife it isn't she that's young it's i thought the minister's wife with kind laughing eyes she's old enough to be my mother how old are you dear she added aloud me i guess you mean aunt livia don't you it's aunt livia's birthday i'm making it for it's going to be a present once she gave me a present on my birthday once the minister's wife remembered rhoda's birthdays and the boys taken all together such a host of little birthdays but this little old old visitor seemed to have had but one my birthday is two days quicker than aunt livia's is volunteered the visitor sociably we're most twins you see aunt livia was 56 that time she gave me the present she's going to be 59 when i give her this quilt it's taken me ever since to make it the minister's wife looked up from her cutting so rebecca mary was only 59. it's quite a long quilt side rebecca mary but pride woke in her eyes as she gazed out on the splendors of the green and purple sea a thousand quilt has so many stitches...

A recording for the Tale Teller Club Library of Officer 666 (17) by Barton Wood Currie & Augustin McHugh Free Comedy Audiobook Public Domain.

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Daily Audiobooks fro Lovers with The Passionate Friends by H. G. Wells Free Audiobook Podcast Fiction Classic Literature Series (10).

chapter six parts one to five of the passionate friends by h.g wells this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by peter eastman chapter the sixth lady mary justin one

i did not see lady mary justin for nearly seven months after my return to england of course i had known that a meeting was inevitable and i had taken that very carefully into consideration before i decided to leave south africa but many things had happened to me during those crowded years so that it seemed possible that that former magic would no longer sway and distress me not only had new imaginative interests taken hold of me but i had parted from adolescence i was a man i had been through a great war seen death abundantly seen hardship and passion and known hunger and shame and desire a hundred disillusioning revelations of the quality of life had come to me once for example when we were taking some people to the concentration camps it had been necessary to assist at the premature birth of a child by the wayside a startlingly gory and agonizing business for a young man to deal with heavens how it shocked me i could give a score of such grim pictures and queer pictures and it wasn't only the earthlier aspects of the life about me but also of the life within me that i had been discovering the first wonder and innocence the worshiping dawn clear passion of youth had gone out of me forever

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we met at a dinner it was at a house the tarfrills had taken for the season in mayfair the drawing room was a big white square apartment with several big pictures and a pane of plate glass above the fireplace in the position in which one usually finds a mirror this showed another room beyond containing an exceptionally large gloriously colored portrait and pastel larger than i had ever thought pastels could be except for the pictures both rooms were almost colorless it was a brilliant dinner with a predominating note of ruby three of the women wore ruby velvet and ellersley was present just back from arabia and ethel manton lady hendon and the duchess of clines i was greeted by lady tarvel spoke to ellersley and lady hendon and then discovered a lady in a dress of blue and pearls standing quite still under a picture in the opposite corner of the room and regarding me attentively it was mary some man was beside her a tall grey man with a broad crimson ribbon and i think he must have spoken of me to her it was as if she had just turned to look at me

constantly during those intervening months i had been thinking of meeting her nonetheless there was a shock not so much of surprise as of deferred anticipation there she stood like something amazingly forgotten that was now amazingly recalled she struck me in that brief crowded instant of recognition as being exactly the person she had been when we had made love in burnmore park there were her eyes at once frank and sidelong the old familiar sweep of her hair the old familiar tilt of the chin the faint humor of her lip and at the same time she seemed to be something altogether different from the memories i had cherished she was something graver something inherently more splendid than they had recorded her face slit now with recognition

i went across to her at once with some dull obviousness upon my lips and so you are back from africa at last she said still and smiling i saw about you in the papers you had a good time i had great good luck i replied i never dreamt when we were boy and girl together that you would make a soldier i think i said that luck made soldiers then i think we found a difficulty in going on with our talk and began a dull little argument that would have been stupidly egotistical on my part if it hadn't been so obviously merely clumsy about luck making soldiers or only finding them out i saw that...

Free from the Tale Teller Club Library of Adult Literature.

day one the fifth story of the de cameron this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by gazina the dicamron by giovanni boccaccio translated by j.m rigg day one the fifth story the mushrooness of monferrato by a banquet of hens seasoned with wit checks the mad passion of the king of france the story told by dioneo evoked at first some qualms of shame in the minds of the ladies as was apparent by the modest blush that changed their faces then exchanging lenses and scares able to refrain their moors they listened to it with half-suppressed smiles on its conclusion they bestowed upon dionyo a few words of gentle reprehension with intent to admonish him that such stories were not to be told among ladies the queensland turned to fiametta who was seated on the grass at her side and made her follow suit and fiametta was a gay and gracious meme thus began the line upon which our storytelling proceeds to wit to show the virtue that resides in apt and ready for parties pleases me well and as in affairs of love men and women are in diverse case for to aspire to the love of a woman of higher lineage than his own is wisdom in man whereas a woman's good sense is then most conspicuous when she knows how to preserve herself from becoming enamored of a man her superior in rank i am minded for my ladies to show you by the story which i am now to tell how by deed and word a gentlewoman both defended herself against attack and weaned her suitor from his love

the marquis of monferrato a paladin of distinguished prowess was gone overseas as gonfalonia of the church in a general array of the christian forces whose merits being canvassed as the court of philippe de bornea in the eve of his departure from france on the same service a knight observed that there was not under the stars a couple comparable to the marquis and his lady in that while the marquis was a paragon of the nightly virtues his lady for beauty and honor was without a peer among all the other ladies of the world these words made so deep an impression on the mind of the king of france that though he had never seen the lady he fell argently in love with her and being to join the armada resolved that his port of embarkation should be no other than genoa in order that travelling zither by land he might find a decent pretext for visiting the s with whom in the absence of the marquis he trusted to have the success which he desired nor did he fail to put his design in execution having sent his many army on before he took the road himself with a small company of gentlemen and as they approached the territory of the marquis he dispatched a courier to the martinez a day in advance to let her know that he expected to breakfast with her the next morning the lady who knew her part and played it well replied graciously that he would be indeed welcome and that his presence would be the greatest of all favors she then began to commune with herself what this might import that so greater king should come to visit her in her husband's absence nor was she so deluded as not to surmise that it was the fame of her beauty that drew him this er nevertheless she made ready to do him honor in a manner befitting her high degree summoning to her presence such of the retainers as remained in the castle and giving all needful directions with their advice except that the order of the banquet and the choice of the dishes she reserved entirely to herself then having caused all the hens that could be found in the countryside to be brought with all speed into the castle she made her cook's furnished forth the royal table with diverse dishes made exclusively of such fair the king arrived on the appointed day and was received by the lady with great and ceremonious cheer fair and noble and gracious seemed she in the eyes of the...

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