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A Plea For Our Northern Winters
Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
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- 01 - A Plea For Our Northern Winters - Read by AF
O earth, where is the mantle of pleasant emerald dye, That robed thee in sweet summertime, And gladdened heart and eye, Adorned with blooming roses, graceful ferns, And blossoms sweet, and bright green moss Like velvet that lay soft beneath our feet? What, am I not as lovely in my garb of spotless white? Was young bride in her beauty ever clothed in robe as bright?
Or if you seek for tinting warm at morn and evening hour, You'll find me bathed in blushes bright as those of summer flower. But, earth, I miss the verdure of thy woods and forest old, The waving of their foliage, casting shadows o'er the world, The golden sunbeams peering mid the green leaves here and there,
And I sigh to see the branches so cheerless and so bare, But oft they're clothed in ermine to the sight and touch More fair than the costly-robing monarchs for regal garments wear, Whilst at times the glittering branches with jewels are ablaze, The frost kings' pearls and diamonds Flashing back the light's clear rays.
Well, I grieve to see thy rivers, thy lakes and mountain streams, That in summer rippled gaily beneath the sun's glad beams, As lightbarks glided swiftly o'er their ashore waves at will, Held now in icy barriers that guard them cold and still. But see their glassy bosom, what scene could be more bright,
How gaily o'er the surface darts the skater strong and light, And happy cheerful voices ring out from shore to shore, And forms are clearly mirrored on that dazzling crystal floor. O earth, I cannot listen to thy soft persuasive voice, Though the pleasures thou canst offer may make other hearts rejoice,
For with love and fond regret I recall each cloudless day Spent with friends in sunny rambles when the whole world seemed at play. Why, the time for pleasant converse is the winter's stormy night, Its long and quiet evenings with fire and tapers bright, The soothing strains of music, laughter, jest and happy song.
Yes, the dearest of all pleasures to the wintertime belong. I yield, O earth, thou hast thy charms, I grant it freely now, In winter's stern hours as when the spring buds deck thy brow, So, a truce to idle grieving or summer beauties fled, Our northern winters we'll accept with grateful hearts instead.
End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
- 02 - A Plea For Our Northern Winters - Read by AG
A Plee for our Northern Winters by Rosanna Eleanor Leprechaun Read for LibriVox.org by Andrew Gantz O Earth, where is the mantle of pleasant emerald dye That robed the ensweet summertime and gladdened heart and eye? Adorned with blooming roses, graceful ferns and blossoms sweet,
And bright green moss like velvet that lay soft beneath our feet? What, am I not as lovely in my garb of spotless white? Was young bride in her beauty ever clothed in robe as bright? Or if you seek for tinting warm at morn and evening hour, You'll find me bathed in blushes bright as those of summer flower.
But Earth, I miss the verger of thy woods and forests old, The waving of their foliage casting shadows o'er the wold, The golden sunbeams peering mid the green leaves here and there, And I sigh to see the branches so cheerless and so bare, But oft they're clothed in ermine to the sight and touch more fair
Than the costly-robing monarchs for regal garments wear. Whilst at times the glittering branches with the jewels are ablaze, The frost king's pearls and diamonds flashing back the light's clear rays. Well, I grieve to see thy rivers, thy lakes and mountain streams, That in summer rippled gaily beneath the sun's glad beams,
As lightbarks glided swiftly o'er their azure waves at will, Held now in icy barriers that guard them cold and still. But see their glassy bosom, what scene could be more bright? How gaily o'er the surface darts the skaters strong and light, And happy cheerful voices ring out from shore to shore,
And forms are clearly mirrored on that dazzling crystal floor. Ah, earth, I cannot listen to thy soft persuasive voice, Though the pleasures thou canst offer may make other hearts rejoice, For with love and fond regret I recall each cloudless day, Spent with friends in sunny rambles when the whole world seemed at play.
Why, the time for pleasant converse is the winter's stormy night, Its long and quiet evenings with fire and tapers bright, The soothing strains of music, laughter, jest, and happy song, Yes, the dearest of all pleasures to the wintertime belong. I yield. O earth, thou hast thy charms I grant it freely now,
In winter's sterner hours as when the spring buds deck thy brow. So atroos to idle grieving or summer's beauties fled, Our northern winters will accept with grateful hearts instead.
- 03 - A Plea For Our Northern Winters - Read by BK
A PLEA FOR OUR NORTHERN WINTERS By Rosanna Eleanor le Prohon Read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Gachock O Earth, where is the mantle of pleasant emerald dye That robed thee in sweet summertime, and gladdened heart and eye, Adorned with blooming roses, graceful ferns and blossoms sweet,
And bright green moss like velvet that lay soft beneath our feet? What? Am I not as lovely in my garb of spotless white? Was young bride in her beauty ever clothed in robe as bright? Or if you seek for tinting warm at morn and evening hour, You'll find me bathed in blush as bright as those of summer flower.
But, Earth, I miss the verdure of thy woods and forests old, The waving of their foliage, casting shadows o'er the wald, The golden sunbeams peering mid the green leaves here and there, And I sigh to see the branches so cheerless and so bare. But oft they're clothed in ermine, to the sight and touch more fair
Than the costly robing monarchs for regal garments wear, Whilst at times the glittering branches with jewels are ablaze, The frost king's pearls and diamonds flashing back the light's clear rays. Well, I grieve to see thy rivers, thy lakes and mountain streams, That in summer rippled gaily beneath the sun's glad beams,
As lightbarks glided swiftly, or their azure waves at will, Held now in icy barriers that guard them cold and still. But see their glassy bosom, what scene could be more bright, How gaily o'er the surface darts the skater, strong and light, And happy cheerful voices ring out from shore to shore,
And forms are clearly mirrored on that dazzling crystal floor. Ah, earth, I cannot listen to thy soft persuasive voice, Though the pleasures thou canst offer may make other hearts rejoice, For with love and fond regret I recall each cloudless day, Spent with friends in sunny rambles when the whole world seemed at play.
Why, the time for pleasant converse is the winter's stormy night, Its long and quiet evenings with fire and tapers bright, The soothing strains of music, laughter, jest and happy song, Yes, the dearest of all pleasures to the wintertime belong. I yield, O earth, thou hast thy charms, I grant it freely now,
In winter's sterner hours as when the spring buds deck thy brow, So atroos to idle grieving or summer beauties fled, Our northern winters we'll accept with grateful hearts instead. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
- 04 - A Plea For Our Northern Winters - Read by CB
A Plee for our Northern Winters by Rosanna Eleanor Leprechaun Read for LibriVox.org by Caitlin Buckley O Earth, where is the mantle of pleasant emerald dye That robed the ensweet summertime and gladdened heart and eye, Adorned with blooming roses, graceful ferns, and blossoms sweet,
And bright green moss like velvet that lay soft beneath our feet? What, am I not as lovely in my garb of spotless white? Was young bride in her beauty ever clothed in robe as bright? Or if you seek for tinting warm at morn and evening hour, You'll find me bathed and blush as bright as those of summer flower.
But Earth, I miss the verdure of thy woods and forests old, The waving of their foliage casting shadows o'er the wald, The golden sunbeams peering mid the green leaves here and there, And I sigh to see the branches so cheerless and so bare. But oft they're clothed in ermine to the sight and touch more fair
Than the costly-robing monarchs for regal garments wear. Whilst at times the glittering branches with jewels are ablaze, The frost king's pearls and diamonds flashing back the light's clear rays. Well I grieve to see thy rivers, thy lakes and mountain streams, That in summer rippled gaily beneath the sun's glad beams,
As lightbarks glided swiftly o'er their azure waves at will, Held now in icy barriers that guard them cold and still. But see their glassy bosom, what seem could be more bright, How gaily o'er the surface darts the skater, strong and light, And happy cheerful voices ring out from shore to shore,
And forms are clearly mirrored on that dazzling crystal floor. Ah, Earth, I cannot listen to thy soft persuasive voice, Though the pleasures thou canst offer may make other hearts rejoice, For with love and fond regret I recall each cloudless day Spent with friends in sunny rambles when the whole world seemed at play.
Why the time for pleasant converse is the winter's stormy night, And long and quiet evenings with fire and tapers bright, The soothing strains of music, laughter, jest and happy song, Yes, the dearest of all pleasures to the wintertime belong. I yield.
O Earth, thou hast thy charms, I grant it freely now, In winter's sterner hours as when the spring buds deck thy brow. So a truce to idle grieving or summer beauties fled, Our northern winters we'll accept with grateful hearts instead. End of poem.
This recording is in the public domain.
- 05 - A Plea For Our Northern Winters - Read by CJPH
A play for our northern winters by Rosanna Eleanor Leprechaun Read for LibriVox.org by Chad Horner Located in Liverpool, England O earth, where is the mantle of pleasant emerald dye That robed thee in sweet summertime, And gladdened heart and eye Adorned with blooming roses, Graceful ferns and blossoms sweet
And bright green moss like velvet That lay soft beneath our feet? What, am I not as lovely in my garb Of spotless white? Was young bride in her beauty ever Clothed in robe as bright? Or if ye seek for tinting warm At morn and evening hour You'll find me bathed in blushes bright As those of summer flower.
O earth, I miss the verger Of thy woods and forests old The waving of their foliage Casting shadows o'er the world The golden sunbeams peering mid The green leaves here and there And I sigh to see the branches So cheerless and so bare But oft they're clothed in ermine To the sight and touch more fair
Than the costly robing monarchs For regal garments wear. Whilst at times the glittering branches With jewels are ablaze The frost king's pearls And diamonds flashing back The eyes clear rays. Well, I grieve to see thy rivers Thy lakes and mountain streams
That in summer rippled gaily Beneath the sun's glad beams. As light barks gilded swiftly O'er their azure waves at will Held now in icy barriers That guard them cold and still. But see their glassy bosom What scene could be more bright How gaily o'er the surface starts The skater strong and light
And happy cheerful voices Ring out from shore to shore And forms are clearly mirrored On that dazzling crystal floor. Ah, earth, I cannot listen To thy soft persuasive voice Though the pleasures thou canst offer May make other hearts rejoice. For with love and fond regret I recall each cloudless day
Spent with friends in sunny rambles When the whole world is at play. Why the time for pleasant converse Is the winter stormy night Its long and quiet evenings With fire and tapers bright The soothing strains Of music, laughter, jest and happy song Yes, the dearest of all pleasures To the winter time belong.
I yield, O earth, thou hast thy charms I grant it freely now In winter's sterner hours As when the spring buds deck thy brow So atrissed to idle grieving O'er summer beauties fled Our northern winters we'll accept With grateful hearts instead.
- 06 - A Plea For Our Northern Winters - Read by EL0
A Plee for our Northern Winters by Rosanna Eleanor Leprong Read for LibriVox.org by Newgate Novelist Oh, Earth, where is the mantle of pleasant emerald dye That robed thee in sweet summertime, and gladdened heart and eye? Adorned with blooming roses, graceful ferns and blossoms sweet,
And bright green moss-like velvet that lay soft beneath our feet? What, am I not as lovely in my garb of spotless white? Was young bride in her beauty ever clothed in robe as bright? Or, if you seek for tinting warm at morn and evening hour, You'll find me bathed in blushes bright as those of summer flower.
But, Earth, I miss the verdure of thy woods and forests old, The waving of their foliage, casting shadows o'er the wold, The golden sunbeams peering mid the green leaves here and there, And I sigh to see the branches so cheerless and so bare. But oft they're clothed in ermine to the sight and touch more fair
Than the costly robing monarchs for regal garments wear, Whilst at times the glittering branches with jewels are ablaze, The frost king's pearls and diamonds flashing back the light's clear rays. Well, I grieve to see thy rivers, thy lakes and mountain streams, That in summer rippled gaily beneath the sun's glad beams,
As lightbarks glided swiftly o'er their azure waves at will, Held now in icy barriers that guard them cold and still. But see their glassy bosom, what scene could be more bright, How gaily o'er the surface dots the skater, strong and light, And happy, cheerful voices ring out from shore to shore,
And forms are clearly mirrored on that dazzling crystal floor. Ah, earth, I cannot listen to thy soft persuasive voice, Though the pleasures thou canst offer may make other hearts rejoice, For with love and fond regret I recall each cloudless day, Spent with friends in sunny rambles, when the whole world seemed at play.
Why, the time for pleasant converse is the winter's stormy night, It's long and quiet evenings, with fire and tapers bright, The soothing strains of music, laughter, jest and happy song, Yes, the dearest of all pleasures to the wintertime belong. I yield, oh earth, thou hast thy charms, I grant it freely now,
In winter's stoner hours as when the spring-buds deck thy brow. So, a truce to idle grieving, or summer beauties fled, Our northern winters will accept with grateful hearts instead.
- 07 - A Plea For Our Northern Winters - Read by GLN
A PLEA FOR OUR NORTHERN WINTERS by Rosanna Eleanor Leprechon Read for LibriVox.org by Garth Burton O Earth! Where is the mantle of pleasant emerald dye That robed thee in sweet summertime, and gladdened heart and eye, Adorned with blooming roses, graceful ferns and blossoms sweet,
And bright green moss like velvet that lay soft beneath our feet? What! am I not as lovely in my garb of spotless white? Was young bride in her beauty ever clothed in robe as bright? Or, if you seek for tinting warm, at morn and evening hour You'll find me bathed in blushes bright as those of summer flower.
But, Earth, I miss the verdure of thy woods and forests old, The waving of their foliage, casting shadows o'er the world, The golden sunbeams peering mid the green leaves here and there, And I sigh to see the branches so cheerless and so bare. But oft they're clothed in ermine to the sight and touch
More fair than the costly robing monarchs for regal garments wear. Whilst at times the glittering branches with jewels are ablaze, The frost kings pearls and diamonds flashing back the light's clear rays. Well, I grieve to see thy rivers, thy lakes and mountain streams, That in summer rippled gaily beneath the sun's glad beams,
As light barks glided swiftly o'er their azure waves at will, Held now in icy barriers that guard them cold and still. But see their glassy bosom, what scene could be more bright, How gaily o'er the surface darts the skater strong and light, And happy cheerful voices ring out from shore to shore,
And forms are clearly mirrored on that dazzling crystal floor. Ah, earth, I cannot listen to thy soft persuasive voice, Though the pleasures thou canst offer may make other hearts rejoice. For with love and fond regret I recall each cloudless day Spent with friends in sunny rambles, when the whole world seemed at play.
Why, the time for pleasant converse is the winter's stormy night, Its long and quiet evenings, with fire and tapers bright, The soothing strains of music, laughter, jest and happy song. Yes, the dearest of all pleasures to the wintertime belong. I yield.
Oh, earth, thou hast thy charms, I grant it freely now In winter's sterner hours, as when the spring buds deck thy brow. So, a truce to idle grieving our summer beauties fled, Our northern winters we'll accept with grateful hearts instead. End of poem.
This recording is in the public domain.
- 08 - A Plea For Our Northern Winters - Read by GRS
A Plee for our Northern Winters by Rosanna Eleanor Leprechaun. Read for LibriVox.org by Graham Scott Cheltenham, England. Graham Scott Audio dot com. O Earth, where is the mantle of pleasant emerald dye, That robed thee in sweet summertime, And gladdened heart and eye,
Adorned with blooming roses, graceful ferns, And blossoms sweet, and bright green Moss like velvet that lay soft beneath our feet? What, am I not as lovely in my garb of spotless white? Was young bride in her beauty ever clothed in robe as bright? Or, if you seek for tinting warm at morn and evening hour,
You'll find me bathed in blushes bright as those of summer flower? But, Earth, I miss the verdure of thy woods and forests old, The waving of their foliage cast in shadows o'er the world, The golden sunbeams peering mid the green leaves here and there, And I sigh to see the branches so cheerless and so bare.
But oft they're clothed in ermine to the sight and touch more fair Than the costly robing monarchs for regal garments wear, Whilst at times the glittering branches with jewels are ablaze, The frost king's pearls and diamonds flashing back the light's clear rays. Well, I grieve to see thy rivers, thy lakes and mountain streams,
That in summer rippled gaily beneath the sun's glad beams, As light barks glided swiftly o'er their azure waves at will, Held now in icy barriers that guard them cold and still. But see their glassy bosom what scene could be more bright, How gaily o'er the surface darts the skater strong and light,
And happy cheerful voices ring out from shore to shore, And forms are clearly mirrored on that dazzling crystal floor. Ah, earth, I cannot listen to thy soft persuasive voice, Though the pleasures thou canst offer may make other hearts rejoice. For with love and fond regret I recall each cloudless day,
Spent with friends in sunny rambles, when the whole world seemed at play. Why, the time for pleasant converse is the winter's stormy night, Its long and quiet evenings with fire and tapers bright, The soothing strains of music, laughter, jest and happy song, Yes, the dearest of all pleasures to the wintertime belong.
I yield, O earth, thou hast thy charms I granted freely now, In winter's sterner hours as when the spring buds deck thy brow, So a truce to idle grieving or summer beauties fled, Our northern winters will accept with grateful hearts instead.
- 09 - A Plea For Our Northern Winters - Read by LCW
A PLEA FOR OUR NORTHERN WINTERS by Rosanna Eleanor Leprechaun read for LibriVox.org by Larry Wilson O Earth, where is the mantle of pleasant emerald dye that robed thee in sweet summertime and gladdened heart and eye, adorned with blooming roses, graceful ferns and blossom sweet,
and bright green moss like velvet that lay soft beneath our feet? What am I not as lovely in my garb of spotless white? Was young bride in her beauty ever clothed in robes bright? Or if you seek for tinting warm, at morn and evening hour, you'll find me bathed in blush as bright as those of summer flower.
But Earth, I miss the verdure of thy woods and forests old, the waving of their foliage casting shadows o'er the world, the golden sunbeams peering mid the green leaves here and there, and I sigh to see the branches so cheerless and so bare. But oft they're clothed in ermine to the sight and touch more fair
than the costly robing monarchs for regal garments wear. Whilst at times the glittering branches with jewels are ablaze, the frost king's pearls and diamonds flashing back in the light's clear rays. Well, I grieve to see thy rivers, thy lakes and mountain streams that in summer ripple gaily beneath the sun's clad beams,
as light barks gilded swiftly o'er their azure waves at will, held now in icy barriers that guard them cold and still. But see their glassy bosom, what scene could be more bright, how gaily o'er the surface darts the skater strong and light, and happy cheerful voices ring out from shore to shore,
and forms are clearly mirrored on that dazzling crystal floor. Ah, earth, I cannot listen to thy soft persuasive voice, though the pleasures thou canst offer may make other hearts rejoice. For with love and fond regret I recall each cloudless day, spent with friends and sunny rambles when the whole world seemed at play.
Why, the time for pleasant converse is the winter's stormy night, its long and quiet evenings with fire and tapers bright, the soothing strains of music, laughter, jest, and happy song. Yes, the dearest of all pleasures to the wintertime belong. I yield. O earth, thou hast thy charms I granted freely now,
in winter's sterner hours as when the spring buds deck thy brow. So, atroos to idle grieving or summer beauties fled, our northern winters will accept with grateful hearts instead.
- 10 - A Plea For Our Northern Winters - Read by LS
A PLEA FOR OUR NORTHERN WINTERS by Rosanna Eleanor Leprechaun Read for LibriVox.org by Lee Salter February 2021 O Earth, where is the mantle of pleasant emerald dye, That robed thee in sweet summertime, and gladdened heart and eye? Adorned with blooming roses, graceful ferns and blossoms sweet,
And bright green moss like velvet that lay soft beneath our feet? What, am I not as lovely in my garb of spotless white? Was young bride in her beauty ever clothed in robe as bright? Or, if you seek for tinting warm at morn and evening hour, You'll find me bathed in blush as bright as those of summer flower.
But, Earth, I miss the verger of thy woods and forests old, The waving of their foliage casting shadows o'er the wold, The golden sunbeams peering mid the green leaves here and there, And I sigh to see the branches so cheerless and so bare. But oft they're clothed in ermine to the sight and touch more fair
Than the costly robing monarchs for regal garments wear, Whilst at times the glittering branches with jewels are ablaze, The frost king's pearls and diamonds flashing back the light's clear rays. While I grieve to see thy rivers, thy lakes and mountain streams, That in summer rippled gaily beneath the sun's glad beams,
As lightbarks glided swiftly o'er their azure waves at will, Held now in icy barriers that guard them cold and still. But see their glassy bosom, what seen could be more bright, How gaily o'er the surface darts the skater strong and light, And happy cheerful voices ring out from shore to shore,
And forms are clearly mirrored on that dazzling crystal floor. Ah, Earth, I cannot listen to thy soft persuasive voice, Though the pleasures thou canst offer may make other hearts rejoice. For with love and fond regret I recall each cloudless day, Spent with friends in sunny rambles when the whole world seemed at play.
Why, the time for pleasant converse is the winter's stormy night, Its long and quiet evenings with fire and tapers bright. The soothing strains of music, laughter, jest and happy song, Yes, the dearest of all pleasures to the wintertime belong. I yield, O Earth, thou hast thy charms, I grant it freely now.
In winter's sterner hours as when the spring buds deck thy brow, So a truce to idle grieving or summer's beauties fled, Our northern winters we'll accept with grateful hearts instead.
- 11 - A Plea For Our Northern Winters - Read by MCL
A Plee for our Northern Winters by Rosanna Eleanor Leberon Read for LibriVox.org by Margaret Lange A Plee for our Northern Winters O Earth, where is the mantle of pleasant emerald dye That robed thee in sweet summertime, And gladdened heart and eye?
Adorned with blooming roses, Graceful ferns and blossoms sweet, And bright green moss like velvet That lays soft beneath our feet? What am I not as lovely In my garb of spotless white? Was young bride and her beauty ever Clothed and robe as bright? Or if you seek for tinting warm At morn and evening hour,
You'll find me bathed in blushes Bright as those of summer flower. But, Earth, I miss the verger Of thy woods and forests old, The waving of their foliage Casting shadows o'er the wold, The golden sunbeams, peering mint, The green leaves here and there, And I sigh to see the branches So cheerless and so bare.
But oft they're clothed in ermine, To the sight and touch more fair Than the costly robing monarchs For regal garments wear. Whilst at times the glittering branches With jewels are ablaze, The frost kings, pearls, and diamonds, Flashing back the light's clear rays. Well, I grieve to see thy rivers, Thy lakes, and mountain streams,
That in summer rippled gaily Beneath the sun's glad beams. As light barks glided swiftly Over their azure waves at will, Held now in icy barriers That guard them cold and still. But see their glassy bosom, What scene could be more bright? How gaily o'er the surface Starts the skater strong and light,
And happy cheerful voices Ring out from shore to shore, And forms are clearly mirrored On that dazzling crystal floor. Ah, earth, I cannot listen To thy soft persuasive voice, Though the pleasures thou canst offer May make other hearts rejoice. For with love and fond regret I recall each cloudless day,
Spent with friends and sunny rambles When the whole world seemed at play. Why, the time for pleasant converse Is the winter's stormy night. Its long and quiet evenings With fire and tapers bright, The soothing strains of music, Laughter, jest, and happy song. Yes, the dearest of all pleasures To the wintertime belong.
I yield, O earth, Thou hast thy charms I grant it freely now. In winter's sterner hours, As when the spring buds deck thy brow, So, atroos, to idle grieving Our summer beauties fled, Our northern winters we'll accept With grateful hearts instead.
- 12 - A Plea For Our Northern Winters - Read by NRA
A PLEA FOR OUR NORTHERN WINTERS by Rosanna Eleanor Leprechaun read for LibriVox.org by Nicola Taducchi O Earth, where is the mantle of pleasant emerald dye that robed thee in sweet summertime and gladdened heart and eye, adorned with blooming roses, graceful ferns and blossoms sweet,
and bright green moss-like velvet that lay soft beneath our feet? What? Am I not as lovely in my garb of spotless white? Was young bride and her beauty ever clothed in robes as bright? Or if you seek for tinting warm at morn and evening hour,
you'll find me bathed in blushes bright as those of summer flower. But Earth, I miss the verdure of thy woods and forests old, the waving of their foliage casting shadows o'er the world, the golden sunbeams peering mid the green leaves here and there, and I sigh to see the branches so cheerless and so bare,
but off their clothed and airmined to the sight and touch more fair than the costly robing monarchs for regal garments wear. We'll sit times the glittering branches with jewels our ablaze, the frost kings' pearls and diamonds flashing back the night's clear rays. Well, I grieve to see thy rivers, thy lakes and mountain streams
that in summer rippled gaily beneath the sun's glad beams, as lightbarks glided swiftly o'er their azure waves at will, held now in icy barriers that guard them cold and still. See their glassy bosom, what scene could be more bright, how gaily o'er the surface darts the skaters strong and light,
and happy cheerful voices ring out from shore to shore, and forms are clearly mirrored on that dazzling crystal floor. Ah, Earth, I cannot listen to thy soft persuasive voice, though the pleasures thou canst offer may make other hearts rejoice.
For with love and fond regret I recall each cloudless day spent with friends and sunny rambles when the whole world seemed at play. Why, the time for pleasant converse is the winter's stormy night, its long and quiet evenings with fire and tapers bright. The soothing strains of music, laughter, jest and happy song,
yes, the dearest of all pleasures to the wintertime belong. I yield, O Earth, thou hast thy charms, I grant it freely now in winter's sterner hours, as when the spring buds deck thy brow. So a truce to idle grieving or summer beauties fled, our northern winters will accept with grateful hearts instead.
End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
- 13 - A Plea For Our Northern Winters - Read by PS
A Plee for our Northern Winters by Rosanna Eleanor Leprechaun Read for LibriVox.org by Phil Schemph O earth, where is the mantle of pleasant emerald dye That robed thee in sweet summertime, and gladdened heart and eye, Adorned with blooming roses, graceful ferns, and blossoms sweet,
And bright green moss like velvet that lay soft beneath our feet? What, am I not as lovely in my garb of spotless white? Was young bride in her beauty ever clothed in robe as bright? Or, if you seek for tinting warm, at morn and evening hour, You'll find me bathed in blushes bright as those of summer flower.
But earth, I miss the verger of thy woods and forests old, The waving of their foliage, casting shadows o'er the wald, The golden sunbeams peering mid the green leaves here and there, And I sigh to see the branches so cheerless and so bare. But oft they're clothed in ermine to the sight and touch more fair
Than the costly roving monarchs for regal garments wear, Whilst at times the glittering branches with jewels are ablaze, The frost king's pearls and diamonds flashing back the light's clear rays. Well, I grieve to see thy rivers, thy lakes and mountain streams, That in summer rippled gaily beneath the sun's glad beams,
As light barks glided swiftly o'er their azured waves at will, Held now in icy barriers that guard them cold and still. But see their glassy bosom, what scene could be more bright? How gaily o'er the surface darts the skater strong and light, And happy, cheerful voices ringing out from shore to shore,
And forms are clearly mirrored on that dazzling crystal floor. Ah, earth, I cannot listen to thy soft persuasive voice, Though the pleasures thou canst offer may make other hearts rejoice, For with love and fond regret I recall each cloudless day, Spent with friends in sunny rambles when the whole world seemed at play.
Why, the time for pleasant converse is the winter stormy night, Its long and quiet evenings with fire and tapers bright, The soothing strings of music, laughter jest and happy song, Yes, the dearest of all pleasures to the wintertime belong. I yield, O earth, thou hast thy charms, I grant it freely now,
In winter's sterner hours as when the spring buds deck thy brow, So a truce to idle grieving or summer beauties fled, Our northern winters we'll accept with grateful hearts instead. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
- 14 - A Plea For Our Northern Winters - Read by TM
A PLEA FOR OUR NORTHERN WINTERS by Rosanna Eleanor Leprechaun Read for LibriVox.org by Tasha Mapes O Earth, where is the mantle of pleasant emerald dye, That robed thee in sweet summertime, and gladdened heart and eye? Adorned with blooming roses, graceful ferns and blossoms sweet,
And bright green moss like velvet that lay soft beneath our feet? But am I not as lovely in my garb of spotless white, Was young bride in her beauty ever clothed in robe as bright? Or if you seek for tinting warm at morn and evening hour, You'll find me bathed in blushes bright as those of summer flower.
But Earth, I miss the verdure of thy woods and forests old, The weaving of their foliage casting shadows o'er the wald,
