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The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame Wayfarers All Free Kid's Audiobooks Club.

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this recording is by mark smith of simpsonville south carolina the wind in the willows by kenneth graham chapter 9 wayfarers all the water rat was restless and he did not know exactly why to all appearance the summer's pop was still at fullest height and although in the tilled acres green had given way to gold though rowans were reddening and the woods were dashed here and there with a tawny fierceness yet life and warmth and color were still present in undiminished measure clean of any chilly premonitions of the passing year but the constant chorus of the orchards and hedges had shrunk to a casual even song from a few yet unwearied performers the robin was beginning to assert himself once more and there was a feeling in the air of change and departure the cuckoo of course had long been silent but many another feathered friend for months a part of the familiar landscape and its small society was missing too and it seemed that the ranks thin steadily day by day rat ever an observer of all ringed movement saw that it was taking daily a southing tendency and even as he lay in bed at night he thought he could make out passing in the darkness overhead the beat and quiver of impatient pinions obedient to the peremptory call nature's grand hotel has its season like the others as the guests one by one pack pay and depart and the seats at the table dot shrink pitifully at each succeeding meal as suites of rooms are closed carpets taken up and waiters sent away those borders who are staying on on pension until the next year's full reopening cannot help being somewhat affected by all those flittings and farewells the eager discussion of plans roots and fresh quarters this daily shrinkage and the stream of comrade ship one gets unsettled depressed and inclined to be querulous why this craving for change why not stay on quietly here like us and be jolly you don't know this hotel out of season and what fun we have ourselves we fellows who remain and see the whole interesting year out all very true no doubt the others always reply we quite envy you and some other year perhaps but just now we have engagements and there's the bus at the door our time is up so they depart with a smile and a nod and we miss them and feel resentful the rat was a self-sufficing sort of animal rooted to the land and whoever went he stayed still he could not help noticing what was in the air and feeling some of its influence in his bones it was difficult to settle down to anything seriously with all this flitting going on leaving the waterside where russia stood thick and tall in a stream that was becoming sluggish and low he wandered country words crossed a field or two of pasturage already looking dusty and parched and thrust into the great sea of wheat yellow wavy and murmurous full of quiet motion and small whisperings here he loved often to wander through the forest of stiff strong stalks that carried their own golden sky away over his head a sky that was always dancing shimmering softly talking or swaying strongly to the passing wind and recovering itself with a toss and a merry laugh here too he had many small friends a society complete in itself leading full and busy lives but always with a spare moment to gossip and exchange news with a visitor today however though they were civil enough the field mice and harvest mice seemed preoccupied many were digging and tunneling busily others gathered together in small groups examined plans and drawings of small flats stated to be desirable and compact and situated conveniently near the stores some were hauling out dusty trunks and dress baskets others were already elbow deep packing their belongings while everywhere piles and bundles of wheat oats barley beach mast and...

The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame Wayfarers All Free Kid's Audiobooks Club.

this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org

this recording is by mark smith of simpsonville south carolina the wind in the willows by kenneth graham chapter 9 wayfarers all the water rat was restless and he did not know exactly why to all appearance the summer's pop was still at fullest height and although in the tilled acres green had given way to gold though rowans were reddening and the woods were dashed here and there with a tawny fierceness yet life and warmth and color were still present in undiminished measure clean of any chilly premonitions of the passing year but the constant chorus of the orchards and hedges had shrunk to a casual even song from a few yet unwearied performers the robin was beginning to assert himself once more and there was a feeling in the air of change and departure the cuckoo of course had long been silent but many another feathered friend for months a part of the familiar landscape and its small society was missing too and it seemed that the ranks thin steadily day by day rat ever an observer of all ringed movement saw that it was taking daily a southing tendency and even as he lay in bed at night he thought he could make out passing in the darkness overhead the beat and quiver of impatient pinions obedient to the peremptory call nature's grand hotel has its season like the others as the guests one by one pack pay and depart and the seats at the table dot shrink pitifully at each succeeding meal as suites of rooms are closed carpets taken up and waiters sent away those borders who are staying on on pension until the next year's full reopening cannot help being somewhat affected by all those flittings and farewells the eager discussion of plans roots and fresh quarters this daily shrinkage and the stream of comrade ship one gets unsettled depressed and inclined to be querulous why this craving for change why not stay on quietly here like us and be jolly you don't know this hotel out of season and what fun we have ourselves we fellows who remain and see the whole interesting year out all very true no doubt the others always reply we quite envy you and some other year perhaps but just now we have engagements and there's the bus at the door our time is up so they depart with a smile and a nod and we miss them and feel resentful the rat was a self-sufficing sort of animal rooted to the land and whoever went he stayed still he could not help noticing what was in the air and feeling some of its influence in his bones it was difficult to settle down to anything seriously with all this flitting going on leaving the waterside where russia stood thick and tall in a stream that was becoming sluggish and low he wandered country words crossed a field or two of pasturage already looking dusty and parched and thrust into the great sea of wheat yellow wavy and murmurous full of quiet motion and small whisperings here he loved often to wander through the forest of stiff strong stalks that carried their own golden sky away over his head a sky that was always dancing shimmering softly talking or swaying strongly to the passing wind and recovering itself with a toss and a merry laugh here too he had many small friends a society complete in itself leading full and busy lives but always with a spare moment to gossip and exchange news with a visitor today however though they were civil enough the field mice and harvest mice seemed preoccupied many were digging and tunneling busily others gathered together in small groups examined plans and drawings of small flats stated to be desirable and compact and situated conveniently near the stores some were hauling out dusty trunks and dress baskets others were already elbow deep packing their belongings while everywhere piles and bundles of wheat oats barley beach mast and...

The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame 8 Toad's Adventures Free Downloads for Kids.

this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org this recording is by mark smith of simpsonville south carolina the wind in the willows by kenneth graham chapter 8 toad's adventures

when toad found himself immured in a dank and noisome dungeon and knew that all the grim darkness of a medieval fortress lay between him and the outer world of sunshine and well-meddled high roads where he had lately been so happy disporting himself as if he had bought up every road in england he flung himself at full length on the floor and shed bitter tears and abandoned himself to dark despair this is the end of everything he said at least it is the end of the career of toad which is the same thing the popular and handsome toad the rich and hospitable toad the toad's so free and careless and debonair how can i hope to be ever set at large again who have been imprisoned so justly for stealing so handsome a motorcar in such an audacious manner and for such lured and imaginative cheek bestowed upon such a number of fat red-faced policemen stupid animal that i was now i must languish in this dungeon till people who were proud to say they knew me have forgotten the very name of toad oh wise badger oh clever intelligent rat and sensible mole what sound judgments what a knowledge of many matters you possess oh unhappy and forsaken toad with lamentations such as these he passed his days and nights for several weeks refusing his meals or intermediate light refreshments though the grim and ancient jailer knowing that toad's pockets were well lined frequently pointed out that many comforts and indeed luxuries could by arrangement be sent in at a price from outside now the jailer had a daughter a pleasant wench and goodhearted who assisted her father in the lighter duties of his post she was particularly fond of animals and besides her canary whose cage hung on a nail on the massive wall of the keep near by day to the great annoyance of prisoners who relished an after dinner nap and was shrouded in an andy mcassar on the parlor table at night she kept several piebald mice and a restless revolving squirrel this kind-hearted girl pitying the misery of toad said to her father one day father i can't bear to see that poor beast so unhappy and getting so thin you let me have the managing of him you know how fond of animals i am i'll make him eat from my hand and sit up and do all sorts of things her father replied that she could do what she liked with him he was tired of toad and his sulks and his heirs and his meanness so that day she went on her errand of mercy and knocked at the door of toad's cell now cheer up toad she said coastingly on entering and sit up and dry your eyes and be a sensible animal and do try and eat a bit of dinner see i brought you some of mine hot from the oven it was bubble and squeak between two plates and its fragrance filled the narrow cell the penetrating smell of cabbage reached the nose of toad as he lay prostrate in his misery on the floor and gave him the idea for a moment that perhaps life was not such a blank and desperate thing as he had imagined but still he wailed and kicked with his legs and refused to be comforted so the wise girl retired for the time but of course a good deal of the smell of hot cabbage remained behind as it will do and toad between his sobs sniffed and reflected and gradually began to think new and inspiring thoughts of chivalry and poetry and deeds still to be done abroad meadows and cattle browsing in them raked by sun and wind of kitchen gardens and straight herb borders and warm snapdragon beset by bees and of the comforting clink of dishes set down on the table at toad hall and the scrape of chair legs on the floor as everyone pulled himself close up to his work the heir of the narrow cell took a...

The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame 8 Toad's Adventures Free Downloads for Kids.

this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org this recording is by mark smith of simpsonville south carolina the wind in the willows by kenneth graham chapter 8 toad's adventures

when toad found himself immured in a dank and noisome dungeon and knew that all the grim darkness of a medieval fortress lay between him and the outer world of sunshine and well-meddled high roads where he had lately been so happy disporting himself as if he had bought up every road in england he flung himself at full length on the floor and shed bitter tears and abandoned himself to dark despair this is the end of everything he said at least it is the end of the career of toad which is the same thing the popular and handsome toad the rich and hospitable toad the toad's so free and careless and debonair how can i hope to be ever set at large again who have been imprisoned so justly for stealing so handsome a motorcar in such an audacious manner and for such lured and imaginative cheek bestowed upon such a number of fat red-faced policemen stupid animal that i was now i must languish in this dungeon till people who were proud to say they knew me have forgotten the very name of toad oh wise badger oh clever intelligent rat and sensible mole what sound judgments what a knowledge of many matters you possess oh unhappy and forsaken toad with lamentations such as these he passed his days and nights for several weeks refusing his meals or intermediate light refreshments though the grim and ancient jailer knowing that toad's pockets were well lined frequently pointed out that many comforts and indeed luxuries could by arrangement be sent in at a price from outside now the jailer had a daughter a pleasant wench and goodhearted who assisted her father in the lighter duties of his post she was particularly fond of animals and besides her canary whose cage hung on a nail on the massive wall of the keep near by day to the great annoyance of prisoners who relished an after dinner nap and was shrouded in an andy mcassar on the parlor table at night she kept several piebald mice and a restless revolving squirrel this kind-hearted girl pitying the misery of toad said to her father one day father i can't bear to see that poor beast so unhappy and getting so thin you let me have the managing of him you know how fond of animals i am i'll make him eat from my hand and sit up and do all sorts of things her father replied that she could do what she liked with him he was tired of toad and his sulks and his heirs and his meanness so that day she went on her errand of mercy and knocked at the door of toad's cell now cheer up toad she said coastingly on entering and sit up and dry your eyes and be a sensible animal and do try and eat a bit of dinner see i brought you some of mine hot from the oven it was bubble and squeak between two plates and its fragrance filled the narrow cell the penetrating smell of cabbage reached the nose of toad as he lay prostrate in his misery on the floor and gave him the idea for a moment that perhaps life was not such a blank and desperate thing as he had imagined but still he wailed and kicked with his legs and refused to be comforted so the wise girl retired for the time but of course a good deal of the smell of hot cabbage remained behind as it will do and toad between his sobs sniffed and reflected and gradually began to think new and inspiring thoughts of chivalry and poetry and deeds still to be done abroad meadows and cattle browsing in them raked by sun and wind of kitchen gardens and straight herb borders and warm snapdragon beset by bees and of the comforting clink of dishes set down on the table at toad hall and the scrape of chair legs on the floor as everyone pulled himself close up to his work the heir of the narrow cell took a...

The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame 7 The Piper at the Gates of Dawn Free Kids Books

The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame 7 The Piper at the Gates of Dawn Free Kids Books

A beautiful bedtime tune by the wonderful Elgar.
Bedtime with Sarnia and Elgar Love's Greeting - Salut d'ámour Abrsm (Grade 3 exam piece ABRSM).

hello darlings welcome to bedtime with sonia i'm going to join you every night in my silks no doubt to uh play something that i've performed that day put together um i did an elgar piece today with one of my students for their exam and it was so pretty i thought i must i must make a recording for my bedtime share so i've put a few strings in as you know if you know me well i'm a string player i'm a cellist and i just felt with a little bit extra from the orchestra you can really get something out of this elgar piece i love a bit of elgar now edward was going out as they say with a lady called alice a young woman and they were very very much enough they were headed for engagement so can you imagine how enthralled they were with one another all lusty and life filled with pleasures and futures and they would have been very unspoilt at that time he was working hard he would have had a good job all these things no wonder she rather um well she loved him she wrote him a perm and in response to this poem he was going off on holiday and in response to this poem um he wrote this piece saluda and it really is terribly pretty so let's have a listen see what you think and i'll be back tomorrow sometime i'm off to goodwood revival with all the cars i might do a live broadcast but in the meantime have a listen and sleep tight

you

A beautiful bedtime tune by the wonderful Elgar.
Bedtime with Sarnia and Elgar Love's Greeting - Salut d'ámour Abrsm (Grade 3 exam piece ABRSM).

hello darlings welcome to bedtime with sonia i'm going to join you every night in my silks no doubt to uh play something that i've performed that day put together um i did an elgar piece today with one of my students for their exam and it was so pretty i thought i must i must make a recording for my bedtime share so i've put a few strings in as you know if you know me well i'm a string player i'm a cellist and i just felt with a little bit extra from the orchestra you can really get something out of this elgar piece i love a bit of elgar now edward was going out as they say with a lady called alice a young woman and they were very very much enough they were headed for engagement so can you imagine how enthralled they were with one another all lusty and life filled with pleasures and futures and they would have been very unspoilt at that time he was working hard he would have had a good job all these things no wonder she rather um well she loved him she wrote him a perm and in response to this poem he was going off on holiday and in response to this poem um he wrote this piece saluda and it really is terribly pretty so let's have a listen see what you think and i'll be back tomorrow sometime i'm off to goodwood revival with all the cars i might do a live broadcast but in the meantime have a listen and sleep tight

you

Cuddles presents their new track The Musette from Suzuki Piano School Book 1 Free Audiobook

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Cuddles presents their new track The Musette from Suzuki Piano School Book 1 Free Audiobook

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