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The Coral Island by R. M. Ballantyne 2 Free teens Adventure Audiobook Children's Library.
chapter 2 of the coral island this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by tom weiss the coral island by r.m valentine chapter 2. the departure the sea my companions some account of the wonderful sights we saw on the great deep a dreadful storm and a frightful wreck it was a bright beautiful warm day when our ship spread her canvas to the breeze and sailed for the regions of the south oh how my heart bounded with delight as i listened to the merry chorus of the sailors while they hauled at the ropes and got in the anchor the captain shouted the men ran to obey the noble ship bent over to the breeze and the shore gradually faded from my view while i stood looking on with the kind of feeling that the hole was a delightful dream the first thing that struck me as being different from anything i had yet seen during my short career on the sea was the hoisting of the anchor on deck and lashing it firmly down with ropes as if we had now bid adieu to the land forever and would require its services no more there last cried the broad-shouldered jack-tar giving the fluke of the anchor a hearty slap with his hand after the housing was completed they are last take a good nap now for we shan't ask you to kiss the mud again for many a long day to come and so it was that anchor did not kiss the mud for many long days afterwards and when at last it did it was for the last time there were a number of boys in the ship but two of them were my special favorites jack martin was a tall strapping broad-shouldered youth of 18 with a handsome good humored firm face he had had a good education was clever and hearty and lion like in his actions but mild and quiet in disposition jack was a general favorite and had a peculiar fondness for me my other companion was peter king gay he was little quick funny decidedly mischievous and about 14 years old but peterkin's mischief was almost always harmless else he could not have been so much beloved as he was hello youngster cried jack martin giving me a slap on the shoulder the day i joined the ship come below and i'll show you your birth you and i are to be messmates and i think we shall be good friends for i like the look of you jack was right he and i and peterkin afterwards became the best and staunchest friends that ever tossed together on the stormy waves i shall say little about the first part of our voyage we had the usual amount of rough weather and calm also we saw many strange fish rolling into the sea and i was greatly delighted one day by seeing a shoal of flying fish dart out of the water and skimmed through the air about a foot above the surface they were pursued by dolphins which feed on them and one flying fish in its terror flew over the ship struck on the rigging and fell upon the deck its wings were just fins elongated and we found that they could never fly far at a time and never mounted into the air like birds but skimmed along the surface of the sea jack and i had it for dinner and found it remarkably good when we approached cape horn at the southern extremity of america the weather became very cold and stormy and the sailors began to tell stories about the furious gales and the dangers of that terrible cape cape horn said one is the most horrible headland i ever doubled i've sailed round it twice already and both times the ship was almost blowed out of the water i've been round it once said another and that time the sails were split and the ropes frozen in the blocks so that they wouldn't work and we was all but lost and i've been rounded five times cried a third and every time was worse than another the gaels was so tremendous and i've been rounded no times at all cried peterkin with an impotent wink in his eye and that time i was blowed inside out nevertheless we passed the dreaded cape without much rough weather and in the course of a few weeks afterwards were sailing gently...

The Coral Island by R. M. Ballantyne 2 Free teens Adventure Audiobook Children's Library.
chapter 2 of the coral island this librivox recording is in the public domain recording by tom weiss the coral island by r.m valentine chapter 2. the departure the sea my companions some account of the wonderful sights we saw on the great deep a dreadful storm and a frightful wreck it was a bright beautiful warm day when our ship spread her canvas to the breeze and sailed for the regions of the south oh how my heart bounded with delight as i listened to the merry chorus of the sailors while they hauled at the ropes and got in the anchor the captain shouted the men ran to obey the noble ship bent over to the breeze and the shore gradually faded from my view while i stood looking on with the kind of feeling that the hole was a delightful dream the first thing that struck me as being different from anything i had yet seen during my short career on the sea was the hoisting of the anchor on deck and lashing it firmly down with ropes as if we had now bid adieu to the land forever and would require its services no more there last cried the broad-shouldered jack-tar giving the fluke of the anchor a hearty slap with his hand after the housing was completed they are last take a good nap now for we shan't ask you to kiss the mud again for many a long day to come and so it was that anchor did not kiss the mud for many long days afterwards and when at last it did it was for the last time there were a number of boys in the ship but two of them were my special favorites jack martin was a tall strapping broad-shouldered youth of 18 with a handsome good humored firm face he had had a good education was clever and hearty and lion like in his actions but mild and quiet in disposition jack was a general favorite and had a peculiar fondness for me my other companion was peter king gay he was little quick funny decidedly mischievous and about 14 years old but peterkin's mischief was almost always harmless else he could not have been so much beloved as he was hello youngster cried jack martin giving me a slap on the shoulder the day i joined the ship come below and i'll show you your birth you and i are to be messmates and i think we shall be good friends for i like the look of you jack was right he and i and peterkin afterwards became the best and staunchest friends that ever tossed together on the stormy waves i shall say little about the first part of our voyage we had the usual amount of rough weather and calm also we saw many strange fish rolling into the sea and i was greatly delighted one day by seeing a shoal of flying fish dart out of the water and skimmed through the air about a foot above the surface they were pursued by dolphins which feed on them and one flying fish in its terror flew over the ship struck on the rigging and fell upon the deck its wings were just fins elongated and we found that they could never fly far at a time and never mounted into the air like birds but skimmed along the surface of the sea jack and i had it for dinner and found it remarkably good when we approached cape horn at the southern extremity of america the weather became very cold and stormy and the sailors began to tell stories about the furious gales and the dangers of that terrible cape cape horn said one is the most horrible headland i ever doubled i've sailed round it twice already and both times the ship was almost blowed out of the water i've been round it once said another and that time the sails were split and the ropes frozen in the blocks so that they wouldn't work and we was all but lost and i've been rounded five times cried a third and every time was worse than another the gaels was so tremendous and i've been rounded no times at all cried peterkin with an impotent wink in his eye and that time i was blowed inside out nevertheless we passed the dreaded cape without much rough weather and in the course of a few weeks afterwards were sailing gently...

the legend of sleepy hollow by washington irving part two this librivox recording is in the public domain read by bob nefeld it was as i have said a fine autumnal day the sky was clear and serene and nature bought that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance the forests had put on their sober brown and yellow while some trees of the tender kai had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange purple and scarlet streaming files of wild ducks began to make their appearance high in the air the bark of the squirrel might be heard from the groves of beech and hickory nuts and the pensive whistle of the quail at intervals from the neighboring stubble field the small birds were taking their farewell banquets in the fullness of their revelry they fluttered chirping and frolicking from bush to bush and treat a tree capricious from the very profusion and variety around them there was the honest [ __ ] robin the favorite game of stripling sportsman with its long queryless note and the twittering blackbirds flying in sable clouds and the golden winged woodpecker with his crimson crest his broad black gorgeous and splendid plumage and the cedar bird with its red tipped wings and yellowtip's tail and its little montero cap of feathers and the blue jay that noisy cox coke in his gay light blue coat and white underclothes screaming and chattering nodding and bobbing and bowing and pretending to be on good terms with every songster of the grove as ichabod jogged slowly on his way his eye ever opened to every symptom of culinary abundance ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn on all sides he beheld vast store of apples some hanging an oppressive opulence on the trees some gathered into baskets and barrels for the market others heaped up in rich piles for the cider press farther on he beheld great fields of indian corn with its golden ears peeping from their leafy coverts and holding out the promise of cakes and hasty pudding and the yellow pumpkins lying beneath them turning up their fair round bellies to the sun and giving ample prospects of the most luxurious of pies and anon he passed the fragrant buckwheat fields breathing the odor of the beehive and as he beheld them soft anticipations stole over his mind of dainty slapjacks well buttered and garnished with honey or treacle by the delicate little dimpled hand of katrina van tassel thus feeding his mind with many sweet thoughts and sugared suppositions he journeyed along the sides of a range of hills which look out upon some of the goodliest scenes of the mighty hudson the sun gradually wheeled his broad disk down in the west the wide bosom of the tappan zee lay motionless and glassy accepting that here and there a gentle undulation waved and prolonged the blue shadow of the distant mountain a few amber clouds floated in the sky without a breath of air to move them the horizon was of a fine golden tint changing gradually into a pure apple green and from that into the deep blue of the mid heaven a slanting ray lingered on the wooden crests of the precipices that overhung some parts of the river giving greater depth to the dark grey and purple of their rocky sides a sloop was loitering in the distance dropping slowly down with the tide her sail hanging uselessly against the mast and as the reflection of the sky gleamed along the still water had seemed as if the vessel was suspended in the air it was toward evening that ichabod arrived at the castle of the here fontassel which he found thronged with the pride and flower of the adjacent country old farmers a spare leather-faced race in home spun coats and breeches blue stockings huge shoes and magnificent pewter buckles they're brisk withered little dames enclosed crimped caps long wasted short gowns homespun petticoats with scissors and pin cushions and gay calico pockets hanging on the outside box of molasses almost as antiquated as their mothers accepting where a straw hat a...

the legend of sleepy hollow by washington irving part two this librivox recording is in the public domain read by bob nefeld it was as i have said a fine autumnal day the sky was clear and serene and nature bought that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance the forests had put on their sober brown and yellow while some trees of the tender kai had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange purple and scarlet streaming files of wild ducks began to make their appearance high in the air the bark of the squirrel might be heard from the groves of beech and hickory nuts and the pensive whistle of the quail at intervals from the neighboring stubble field the small birds were taking their farewell banquets in the fullness of their revelry they fluttered chirping and frolicking from bush to bush and treat a tree capricious from the very profusion and variety around them there was the honest [ __ ] robin the favorite game of stripling sportsman with its long queryless note and the twittering blackbirds flying in sable clouds and the golden winged woodpecker with his crimson crest his broad black gorgeous and splendid plumage and the cedar bird with its red tipped wings and yellowtip's tail and its little montero cap of feathers and the blue jay that noisy cox coke in his gay light blue coat and white underclothes screaming and chattering nodding and bobbing and bowing and pretending to be on good terms with every songster of the grove as ichabod jogged slowly on his way his eye ever opened to every symptom of culinary abundance ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn on all sides he beheld vast store of apples some hanging an oppressive opulence on the trees some gathered into baskets and barrels for the market others heaped up in rich piles for the cider press farther on he beheld great fields of indian corn with its golden ears peeping from their leafy coverts and holding out the promise of cakes and hasty pudding and the yellow pumpkins lying beneath them turning up their fair round bellies to the sun and giving ample prospects of the most luxurious of pies and anon he passed the fragrant buckwheat fields breathing the odor of the beehive and as he beheld them soft anticipations stole over his mind of dainty slapjacks well buttered and garnished with honey or treacle by the delicate little dimpled hand of katrina van tassel thus feeding his mind with many sweet thoughts and sugared suppositions he journeyed along the sides of a range of hills which look out upon some of the goodliest scenes of the mighty hudson the sun gradually wheeled his broad disk down in the west the wide bosom of the tappan zee lay motionless and glassy accepting that here and there a gentle undulation waved and prolonged the blue shadow of the distant mountain a few amber clouds floated in the sky without a breath of air to move them the horizon was of a fine golden tint changing gradually into a pure apple green and from that into the deep blue of the mid heaven a slanting ray lingered on the wooden crests of the precipices that overhung some parts of the river giving greater depth to the dark grey and purple of their rocky sides a sloop was loitering in the distance dropping slowly down with the tide her sail hanging uselessly against the mast and as the reflection of the sky gleamed along the still water had seemed as if the vessel was suspended in the air it was toward evening that ichabod arrived at the castle of the here fontassel which he found thronged with the pride and flower of the adjacent country old farmers a spare leather-faced race in home spun coats and breeches blue stockings huge shoes and magnificent pewter buckles they're brisk withered little dames enclosed crimped caps long wasted short gowns homespun petticoats with scissors and pin cushions and gay calico pockets hanging on the outside box of molasses almost as antiquated as their mothers accepting where a straw hat a...

The Wishing Well by Mildred A. Wirt Benson 2 By The Covered Wall Free Young Adult Novel Audiobook
chapter 2 of the wishing well by mildred a wort benson this liver vox recording is in the public domain reading by cheryl adam skowhegan maine 2016 chapter 2 by the covered well seeing the group of girls by the wishing well the youth swerved and fled in the opposite direction darting into the woods he ran so swiftly that penny realized pursuit would be futile who was he she questioned the others did any of you recognize him i'm sure i've seen him somewhere luis siddell declared were you able to see his face rhoda the older girl did not answer for at that moment the man who had pursued the boy ran into the yard breathing hard he paused near the well did you see a boy come through here he asked abruptly that rascal stole one of my good laying hands we saw him penny answered but i'm sure you'll never be able to overtake him now he ran into the woods wrecking your right the man muttered seating himself on the stone rim of the wishing well i'm tuckered taking out a red bandana he wiped perspiration from his forehead penny thought that she recognized the man as a stone cutter who lived in a shack at the river's edge he was a short muscular individual strong despite his age with hands roughened by hard labor his face had been browned by wind and sun gray eyes squinted as if viewing the world with suspicion and hate aren't you truman crocker penny inquired curiously that's my tag the stonecutter answered drawing himself a drink of water from the well what are you youngins doing here oh our club came to sketch penny returned you live close by don't you damn yonder the man replied draining the dipper in a thirsty gulp i've been hauling stone all day it's a hard way to make a living let me tell you then i come home and find that young rascal making off with my chickens do you know who he was ask louise no but this ain't the first time he's paid me a visit last week he stole one of my best rhode island reds um plum disgusted rhoda abruptly arose from the grass gathering together her sketching materials as if to put an end to the conversation she remarked it'll be dark soon girls i think i should start home we'll all be leaving in a few minutes penny replied let's look around a bit more though before we go you won't see nothing worth looking around around here the stone cutter said contemptuously this whole house ain't worth much anymore there's good lumber in it though and the foundation has some class stone you speak as if you had designs on it penny laughed it would be a shame to tear down a beautiful old house like this what's it good for the man shrugged there ain't no one lived in here 10 or 12 years not since the old lady went off did you know mrs marlborough oh we said howdy to each other when we'd meet but that was the size of it the old lady didn't like me none and i thought the same of her she never wanted my chickens running over her yard hey hit a pity she can't see him now with a throaty sound half chuckle half sneer the man arose and walked with the girls around the house if you want to look inside there's a shutter off the east living room window he informed everything's just like the old lady left it you don't mean the furniture still in the house rhoda exclaimed incredulously there ain't nothing been changed i never could figure out why somebody didn't come in and haul off her stuff but it stood all these years their curiosity aroused the girls hastened to the window that truman crocker had mentioned flattening her face against the dirty pain penny peered inside he's right she announced the furniture is still covered by sheets that's funny what is inquired louise impatiently there's a lady's hat lying on the table it must be quite out of style by this time louise laughed a new hat penny said with emphasis and the purse lying beside it on the other side of the house an outside door squeaked turning around the group...

The Wishing Well by Mildred A. Wirt Benson 2 By The Covered Wall Free Young Adult Novel Audiobook
chapter 2 of the wishing well by mildred a wort benson this liver vox recording is in the public domain reading by cheryl adam skowhegan maine 2016 chapter 2 by the covered well seeing the group of girls by the wishing well the youth swerved and fled in the opposite direction darting into the woods he ran so swiftly that penny realized pursuit would be futile who was he she questioned the others did any of you recognize him i'm sure i've seen him somewhere luis siddell declared were you able to see his face rhoda the older girl did not answer for at that moment the man who had pursued the boy ran into the yard breathing hard he paused near the well did you see a boy come through here he asked abruptly that rascal stole one of my good laying hands we saw him penny answered but i'm sure you'll never be able to overtake him now he ran into the woods wrecking your right the man muttered seating himself on the stone rim of the wishing well i'm tuckered taking out a red bandana he wiped perspiration from his forehead penny thought that she recognized the man as a stone cutter who lived in a shack at the river's edge he was a short muscular individual strong despite his age with hands roughened by hard labor his face had been browned by wind and sun gray eyes squinted as if viewing the world with suspicion and hate aren't you truman crocker penny inquired curiously that's my tag the stonecutter answered drawing himself a drink of water from the well what are you youngins doing here oh our club came to sketch penny returned you live close by don't you damn yonder the man replied draining the dipper in a thirsty gulp i've been hauling stone all day it's a hard way to make a living let me tell you then i come home and find that young rascal making off with my chickens do you know who he was ask louise no but this ain't the first time he's paid me a visit last week he stole one of my best rhode island reds um plum disgusted rhoda abruptly arose from the grass gathering together her sketching materials as if to put an end to the conversation she remarked it'll be dark soon girls i think i should start home we'll all be leaving in a few minutes penny replied let's look around a bit more though before we go you won't see nothing worth looking around around here the stone cutter said contemptuously this whole house ain't worth much anymore there's good lumber in it though and the foundation has some class stone you speak as if you had designs on it penny laughed it would be a shame to tear down a beautiful old house like this what's it good for the man shrugged there ain't no one lived in here 10 or 12 years not since the old lady went off did you know mrs marlborough oh we said howdy to each other when we'd meet but that was the size of it the old lady didn't like me none and i thought the same of her she never wanted my chickens running over her yard hey hit a pity she can't see him now with a throaty sound half chuckle half sneer the man arose and walked with the girls around the house if you want to look inside there's a shutter off the east living room window he informed everything's just like the old lady left it you don't mean the furniture still in the house rhoda exclaimed incredulously there ain't nothing been changed i never could figure out why somebody didn't come in and haul off her stuff but it stood all these years their curiosity aroused the girls hastened to the window that truman crocker had mentioned flattening her face against the dirty pain penny peered inside he's right she announced the furniture is still covered by sheets that's funny what is inquired louise impatiently there's a lady's hat lying on the table it must be quite out of style by this time louise laughed a new hat penny said with emphasis and the purse lying beside it on the other side of the house an outside door squeaked turning around the group...

Uncle Wiggily's Automobile
by Howard R. Garis

chapter 1 of uncle wigley's automobile 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 jude summers uncle wigley's automobile by howard r garris chapter one uncle wiggly and the sorrowful crow once upon a time a good many years ago there was an old rabbit gentleman named uncle wiggly long ears he was related to johnny and billy bushtale the squirrels as well as being an uncle to sammy and susie littletail his rabbit nephew and niece and uncle wiggly lived near jackie and petey bow wow the puppy dogs while not far away was the home of the wibble wobble family of ducks and across the street almost around the corner by the old stump were the cat children and nettie and blackie's stub tail the nice bear children one day uncle wigley was not feeling very well so he sent for dr possum who soon came over dr possum found uncle wiggly sitting in the rocking chair on the front porch of the hollow stump house where he lived well what is it uncle wiggly asked dr possum as he looked over the tops of his glasses i am sick answered the rabbit gentleman sikkei exclaimed dr possum let me see put out your tongue uncle wiggly did so hmm exclaimed dr possum yes i think you are ill and you will have to do something for it right away what will i have to do asked uncle wiggly anxious like and his nose twinkled like a star on a frosty night you will simply have to go away said dr possum there is no help for it i don't see why exclaimed uncle wiggly and he bent one of his long ears forward and the other backward until he looked as if he had the letter v on top of his head but of course he hadn't for that letter is in the reading book or it was the last time i looked yes said dr possum you must go away i don't see why said uncle wiggly again couldn't i get well at home here no you could not replied dr possum if you want me to tell the truth oh always tell the truth exclaimed uncle wiggly quickly always well then said dr possum as he looked in his medicine case to see if he had any strong peppermint for aunt jerusha anne the little nervous old lady woodchuck well then to tell you the truth you are getting too fat and you must take more exercise exercise cried uncle wiggly why don't i play a game of scotch checkers with grandfather goosey gander the old gentleman duck nearly every day and we always eat the sugar cookies we use for checkers that's just it said dr possum as he rolled up a sweet sugar pill for sammy littletail the mill rabbit boy you eat too much and you don't jump around enough but i used to said uncle wiggly while he twinkled his pink nose like a red star on a frosty night why don't you remember the time i went off and had a lot of adventures and how i traveled after my fortune and found it that is just the trouble spoke dr possum you've found your fortune and since you became rich you do nothing i remember the time when you used to teach sammy and susie littletail how to keep out of traps and how to dig burrows and watch out for savage dogs ah yes side uncle wiggly those were happy days and healthful days too said dr possum you were much better off then and not so fat and so you think i had better start traveling again asked uncle wiggly taking off his high hat and bowing politely to aunt letty the nice goat lady who was passing by with her two horns sticking through holes in her sunday go to meeting bonnet yes it would be the best thing for you spoke dr possum medicine is all right sometimes but fresh air and sunshine and being out of doors and happy and contented and helping people as uncle booster the old hog gentleman used to do all these are better than medicine how is uncle booster by the way inquired the rabbit gentleman fine he helped a little girl mouse to jump over a mud puddle the other day and after she was on the other side she jumped back all by herself...

Uncle Wiggily's Automobile
by Howard R. Garis

chapter 1 of uncle wigley's automobile 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 jude summers uncle wigley's automobile by howard r garris chapter one uncle wiggly and the sorrowful crow once upon a time a good many years ago there was an old rabbit gentleman named uncle wiggly long ears he was related to johnny and billy bushtale the squirrels as well as being an uncle to sammy and susie littletail his rabbit nephew and niece and uncle wiggly lived near jackie and petey bow wow the puppy dogs while not far away was the home of the wibble wobble family of ducks and across the street almost around the corner by the old stump were the cat children and nettie and blackie's stub tail the nice bear children one day uncle wigley was not feeling very well so he sent for dr possum who soon came over dr possum found uncle wiggly sitting in the rocking chair on the front porch of the hollow stump house where he lived well what is it uncle wiggly asked dr possum as he looked over the tops of his glasses i am sick answered the rabbit gentleman sikkei exclaimed dr possum let me see put out your tongue uncle wiggly did so hmm exclaimed dr possum yes i think you are ill and you will have to do something for it right away what will i have to do asked uncle wiggly anxious like and his nose twinkled like a star on a frosty night you will simply have to go away said dr possum there is no help for it i don't see why exclaimed uncle wiggly and he bent one of his long ears forward and the other backward until he looked as if he had the letter v on top of his head but of course he hadn't for that letter is in the reading book or it was the last time i looked yes said dr possum you must go away i don't see why said uncle wiggly again couldn't i get well at home here no you could not replied dr possum if you want me to tell the truth oh always tell the truth exclaimed uncle wiggly quickly always well then said dr possum as he looked in his medicine case to see if he had any strong peppermint for aunt jerusha anne the little nervous old lady woodchuck well then to tell you the truth you are getting too fat and you must take more exercise exercise cried uncle wiggly why don't i play a game of scotch checkers with grandfather goosey gander the old gentleman duck nearly every day and we always eat the sugar cookies we use for checkers that's just it said dr possum as he rolled up a sweet sugar pill for sammy littletail the mill rabbit boy you eat too much and you don't jump around enough but i used to said uncle wiggly while he twinkled his pink nose like a red star on a frosty night why don't you remember the time i went off and had a lot of adventures and how i traveled after my fortune and found it that is just the trouble spoke dr possum you've found your fortune and since you became rich you do nothing i remember the time when you used to teach sammy and susie littletail how to keep out of traps and how to dig burrows and watch out for savage dogs ah yes side uncle wiggly those were happy days and healthful days too said dr possum you were much better off then and not so fat and so you think i had better start traveling again asked uncle wiggly taking off his high hat and bowing politely to aunt letty the nice goat lady who was passing by with her two horns sticking through holes in her sunday go to meeting bonnet yes it would be the best thing for you spoke dr possum medicine is all right sometimes but fresh air and sunshine and being out of doors and happy and contented and helping people as uncle booster the old hog gentleman used to do all these are better than medicine how is uncle booster by the way inquired the rabbit gentleman fine he helped a little girl mouse to jump over a mud puddle the other day and after she was on the other side she jumped back all by herself...

To the Gnat
by Samuel Rogers
to the nat by samuel rodgers read for librivox.org by david lawrence when by the greenwood side at summer eve poetic visions charm my closing eye and fairy scenes that fancy loves to weave shift to wild notes of sweetest minstrel see designed to range in busy quest of prey thy feathery antlers quivering with delight brush from my lids the hues of heaven away and all is solitude and all is night ah now they barbed shaft relentless fly unsheathes its terrors in the sultry air no guardian self and golden penalty lifts the broad shield and points the glittering spear now near and nearer rush thy whirring wings by dragon scales still wet with human gore hark thy shrill horn its fearful arm flings i wake in horror and dare sleep no more end of poem this recording is in the public domain

Publication date 2013-05-26
Usage Public Domain Mark 1.0Creative Commons Licensepublicdomain
Topics librivox, literature, audiobook, poetry, animals, humor, fantasy, nature
LibriVox volunteers bring you 15 recordings of To The Gnat by Samuel Rogers.
This was the Weekly Poetry project for May 19, 2013.

Some comments from our readers.. "It might seem a tad mellow dramatic, but if you live in the country as I do, this might just resonate. Here it is the mosquito that presents as my mortal enemy, and if it infiltrates my room at night, there is no sleeping until it has been vanquished. (Arielph)
"Coming from Scotland as I do where we have the dreaded Midgie, which feels like it has the teeth of a Doberman, I can sympathize with the poet on his anticipation of a sleepless night." (RMac01)
"..with midgies to the left of me, midgies to the right of me, I feel for Samuel Rogers!" (jannie)

To the Gnat
by Samuel Rogers
to the nat by samuel rodgers read for librivox.org by david lawrence when by the greenwood side at summer eve poetic visions charm my closing eye and fairy scenes that fancy loves to weave shift to wild notes of sweetest minstrel see designed to range in busy quest of prey thy feathery antlers quivering with delight brush from my lids the hues of heaven away and all is solitude and all is night ah now they barbed shaft relentless fly unsheathes its terrors in the sultry air no guardian self and golden penalty lifts the broad shield and points the glittering spear now near and nearer rush thy whirring wings by dragon scales still wet with human gore hark thy shrill horn its fearful arm flings i wake in horror and dare sleep no more end of poem this recording is in the public domain

Publication date 2013-05-26
Usage Public Domain Mark 1.0Creative Commons Licensepublicdomain
Topics librivox, literature, audiobook, poetry, animals, humor, fantasy, nature
LibriVox volunteers bring you 15 recordings of To The Gnat by Samuel Rogers.
This was the Weekly Poetry project for May 19, 2013.

Some comments from our readers.. "It might seem a tad mellow dramatic, but if you live in the country as I do, this might just resonate. Here it is the mosquito that presents as my mortal enemy, and if it infiltrates my room at night, there is no sleeping until it has been vanquished. (Arielph)
"Coming from Scotland as I do where we have the dreaded Midgie, which feels like it has the teeth of a Doberman, I can sympathize with the poet on his anticipation of a sleepless night." (RMac01)
"..with midgies to the left of me, midgies to the right of me, I feel for Samuel Rogers!" (jannie)