Chapters 17
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1 01 - A Winter Evening - Read by AAM 2:11
snowflakes whirling in the gales, hark, it sounds like grim wolves howling. Hark! Now like a child it wails, Creeping through the rustling straw-thatch, Rattling on the mortared walls, Like some weary wanderer knocking, On the lowly pane it falls. Fearsome darkness fills the kitchen, Drear and lonely hour retreat. Speak a word and break the silence, Dearest little mother sweet. Has the moaning of the tempest closed thine eyelids wearily? Has the spinning wheel's soft whirring hummed the cradle song to thee? Sweetheart of my youthful springtime, thou true-souled companion dear, let us drink, away with sadness. Wine will fill our hearts with cheer. Sing the song, how free and careless Birds live in a distant land.
Sing the song of maids at morning Meeting by the brook's clear strand. Sable clouds by tempest driven Snow-flakes whirling in the gales Hark! it sounds like grim wolves howling Hark! now like a child it wails Sweetheart of my youthful springtime, Thou true-souled companion dear, Let us drink, away with sadness, Wine will fill our hearts with cheer.
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2 02 - A Winter Evening - Read by AG 1:53
it sounds like grim wolves howling Hark, now like a child it wails Creeping through the rustling straw thatch, rattling on the mortared walls like some weary wanderer knocking on the lowly pane it falls. Fearsome darkness fills the kitchen, drear and lonely our retreat. Speak a word and break the silence, dearest little mother sweet. Has the moaning of the tempest closed thine eyelids wearily? As the spinning wheel's soft whirring hummed a cradle song to thee. Sweetheart of my youthful springtime, thou true-souled companion dear, let us drink away with sadness. Wine will fill our hearts with cheer. Sing the song how free and careless birds live in a distant land. Sing the song of maids at morning, meeting by the brook's clear strand.
Sable clouds by tempest driven, Snowflakes whirling in the gales. Hark! It sounds like grim wolves howling. Hark! Now, like a child, it wails. Sweetheart of my youthful springtime, Thou true-souled companion dear, Let us drink, away with sadness. Wine will fill our hearts with cheer.
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3 03 - A Winter Evening - Read by ALP 1:54
It sounds like grim wolves howling Hark! Now like a child it wails Creeping through the rustling straw thatch Rattling on the mortared walls, like some weary wanderer knocking, on the lowly pane it falls. Fearsome darkness fills the kitchen, drear and lonely our retreat. Speak a word, and break the silence, dearest little mother, sweet. Has the moaning of the tempest closed thine eyelids wearily? Has the spinning wheels, soft-wearing, hummed a cradle song to thee? Sweetheart of my youthful springtime, Thou true-souled companion dear, Let us drink. Away with sadness. Wine will fill our hearts with cheer. Sing the song, how free and careless Birds live in a distant land. Sing the song of maids at morning, Meeting by the brook's clear strand.
Sable clouds by tempest driven, Snow-flakes whirling in the gales, Hark! It sounds like grim wolves howling. Hark! Now like a child it wails. Sweetheart of my youthful springtime, Thou, true-souled companion dear, Let us drink. Away with sadness. Wine will fill our hearts with cheer.
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4 04 - A Winter Evening - Read by APS 2:03
It sounds like grim wolves howling Hark! Now like a child it wails Creeping through the rustling straw thatch Rattling on the mortared walls, like some weary wanderer knocking, on the lowly pane it falls. Fearsome darkness fills the kitchen, drear and lonely our retreat. Speak a word and break the silence, dearest little mother sweet. As the moaning of the tempest closed thine eyelids wearily. As the spinning-wheels soft whirring hummed a cradle song to thee?
Sweetheart of my youthful springtime, thou true-souled companion dear, let us drink, away with sadness. Wine will fill our hearts with cheer. Sing the song how free and careless birds live in a distant land. Sing the song of maids at morning, meeting by the brook's clear strand. Sable clouds by tempest driven, snowflakes whirling in the gales. Hark! It sounds like grim wolves howling. Hark! Now like a child it wails. Sweetheart of my youthful springtime, thou true-souled companion dear, let us drink. Away with sadness, wine will fill our hearts with cheer.
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5 05 - A Winter Evening - Read by BC 1:42
Snowflakes whirling in the gales, Hark! it sounds like grim wolves howling, Hark! now like a child it wails, Creeping through the rustling straw thatch, Rattling on the mortared walls, Like some weary wanderer knocking, on the lowly pane it falls. Fearsome darkness fills the kitchen, drear and lonely our retreat. Speak a word and break the silence, dearest little mother sweet. Has the moaning of the tempest closed thine eyelids wearily? Has the spinning wheel soft whirring, hum the cradle's song to thee? Sweetheart of my youthful springtime, thou true-souled companion dear. Let us drink away with sadness. Wine will fill our hearts with cheer. Sing the song, how free and careless. Birds live in a distant land.
Sing the song of maids at morning, meeting by the brook's clear strand. Sable clouds by tempest driven, snowflakes whirling in the gales. Hark, it sounds like grim wolves howling. Hark, now like a child, it wails. Sweetheart of my youthful springtime. Thou true-souled companion dear, Let us drink away with sadness, Wine will fill our hearts with cheer.
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6 06 - A Winter Evening - Read by BK 2:17
Translated by Martha Dickinson Bianchi. Read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Gachok.
Sable clouds by tempest driven, Snowflakes whirling in the gales. Hark! It sounds like grim wolves howling. Hark! Now like a child it wails. Creeping through the rustling straw thatch, rattling on the mortared walls, like some weary wanderer knocking on the lowly pane it falls. Fearsome darkness fills the kitchen, drear and lonely, a retreat. Speak a word and break the silence, dearest little mother, sweet, has the moaning of the tempest Closed thine eyelids wearily. Has the spinning-wheels soft whirring hummed a cradle song to thee? Sweetheart of my youthful springtime, thou true-souled companion dear, let us drink away with sadness. Wine will fill our hearts with cheer. Sing the song how free and careless Birds live in a distant land.
Sing the song of maids at morning, meeting by the brook's clear strand. Sable clouds by tempest driven, snowflakes whirling in the gales. Hark! it sounds like grim wolves howling. Hark! now like a child it wails. Sweetheart of my youthful springtime, Thou true-souled companion dear, Let us drink away with sadness. Wine will fill our hearts with cheer.
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7 07 - A Winter Evening - Read by EL0 2:24
It sounds like grim wolves howling Hark! Now like a child it wails Creeping through the rustling straw thatch, rattling on the mortared walls. Like some weary wanderer knocking, on the lowly pane it falls. Fearsome darkness fills the kitchen. Drear and lonely our retreat. Speak a word and break the silence. Dearest little mother, sweet, as the moaning of the tempest. Closed thine eyelids wearily? Has the spinning wheel, soft whirring, hummed a cradle song to thee? Sweetheart of my youthful springtime, Thou true-souled companion dear, Let us drink, away with sadness. Wine will fill our hearts with cheer. Sing the song, How free and careless, birds live in a distant land. Sing the song of maids at morning, meeting by the brook's clear strand.
Sable clouds by tempest driven, snowflakes whirling in the gales. Hark, it sounds like grim wolves howling. Hark, now like a child it wails. Sweetheart of my youthful springtime, Thou true-souled companion dear, Let us drink, away with sadness. Wine will fill our hearts with cheer.
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8 08 - A Winter Evening - Read by GLN 2:09
Translated by Martha Dickinson Bianchi. Read for LibriVox.org by Garth Burton.
Sable clouds by tempest driven, Snow-flakes whirling in the gales. Hark! it sounds like grim wolves howling. Hark! now like a child it wails. Creeping through the rustling straw thatch, Rattling on the mortared walls, Like some weary wanderer knocking On the lowly pane it falls. Fearsome darkness fills the kitchen, Drear and lonely our retreat. Speak a word and break the silence, Dearest little mother, sweet. Has the moaning of the tempest Closed thine eyelids wearily? Has the spinning-wheels, soft whirring, hummed a cradle-song to thee? Sweetheart of my youthful springtime, Thou true-souled companion, dear, Let us drink, away with sadness. Wine will fill our hearts with cheer. Sing the song how free and careless birds Live in a distant land.
Sing the song of maids at morning meeting by the brook's clear strand. Sable clouds by tempest driven, Snow-flakes whirling in the gales. Hark! it sounds like grim wolves howling. Hark! now like a child it wails. Sweet heart of my youthful springtime, Thou true-souled companion, dear, let us drink. Away with sadness, wine will fill our hearts with cheer.
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9 09 - A Winter Evening - Read by KLA 2:23
Translated by Martha Dickinson by Anche. Read for LibriVox. By Kerry Adams. Your Book Voice. On the 17th of February, 2022, at Mesa, Arizona. Sable clouds by tempest driven. Snowflakes whirling in the gales. Hark! It sounds like grim wolves howling. Hark! Now like a child it wails, creeping through the rustling straw thatch, rattling on the mortared walls, like some weary wanderer knocking on the lowly pane it falls. Fearsome darkness fills the kitchen. Dreer and lonely our retreat. Speak a word, and break the silence. Dearest little mother, sweet! Has the moaning of the tempest closed thine eyelids wearily? Has the spinning-wheeled, soft whirring, hummed a cradle-song to thee? Sweetheart of my youthful springtime, Thou true-souled companion dear, Let us drink, away with sadness.
Wine will fill our hearts with cheer. Sing the song how free and careless birds live in a distant land. Sing the song of maids at morning, meeting by the brook's clear strand. Sable clouds by tempest driven, snowflakes whirling in the gales. Hark! It sounds like grim wolves howling. Hark! Now like a child it wails. Sweetheart of my youthful springtime, Thou true-souled companion dear, Let us drink! Away with sadness! Wine will fill our hearts with cheer.
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10 10 - A Winter Evening - Read by KZ 1:36
Translated by Martha Dickinson Bianchi. Read for LibriVox.org by Krista Zaleski. Sable clouds by tempest driven, Snowflakes whirling in the gales. Hark! It sounds like grim wolves howling. Hark! Now like a child it wails. Creeping through the rustling straw thatch, Rattling on the mortared walls, Like some weary wanderer knocking. On the lowly pane it falls. Fearsome darkness fills the kitchen, Drear and lonely our retreat. Speak a word and break the silence, Dearest little mother, sweet. Has the moaning of the tempest Closed thine eyelids wearily? Has the spinning wheel, soft whirring, Hummed a cradle song to thee? Sweetheart of my youthful springtime, Thou true-souled companion dear, Let us drink, away with sadness.
Wine will fill our hearts with cheer. Sing the song, how free and careless birds live in a distant land. Sing the song of maids at morning, meeting by the brook's clear strand. Sable clouds by tempest driven, snowflakes whirling in the gales. Hark! it sounds like grim wolves howling. Hark! now like a child it wails. Sweetheart of my youthful springtime, thou true-souled companion dear, let us drink, away with sadness. Wine will fill our hearts with cheer.
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11 11 - A Winter Evening - Read by LCW 1:52
Sable Clouds by Tempest Driven, Snowflakes Whirling in the Gales. Hark, it sounds like grim wolves howling. Hark, now like a child it wails, Creeping through the rustling straw thatch, Rattling on the mortared walls, Like some weary wanderer knocking, on the lowly pane it falls. Fearsome darkness fills the kitchen. Drear and lonely are retreat. Speak a word and break the silence, dearest little mother sweet. Has the moaning of the tempest closed thine eyelids wearily? Has the spinning wheel soft wearing hummed a cradle song to thee? Sweet heart of my youthful springtime, Thou two-souled companion, dear. Let us drink. Away with sadness. Wine will fill our hearts with cheer. Sing the song, how free and careless birds live in distant land.
Sing the song of maids at morning, meeting by the brook's clear strand. Sable clouds by tempests driven, snowflakes whirling in the gales. Hark, it sounds like grim wolves howling. Hark thou, like a child it wails. Sweetheart of my youthful springtime, Thou true-souled companion dear, Let us drink. Away with sadness, Wine will fill our hearts with cheer.
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12 12 - A Winter Evening - Read by LS 2:00
Hark! It sounds like grim wolves howling Hark! Now like a child it wails Creeping through the rustling straw-thatch, rattling on the mortared walls, like some weary wanderer knocking on the lowly pane it falls. Fearsome darkness fills the kitchen, drear and lonely our retreat. Speak a word and break the silence, dearest little mother, sweet. Has the moaning of the tempest closed thine eyelids wearily? Has the spinning wheel's soft whirring hummed a cradle song to thee? Sweetheart of my youthful springtime, thou true-souled companion dear, let us drink away with sadness. Wine will fill our hearts with cheer. Sing the song, how free and careless, birds live in a distant land. Sing the song of Maids at Morning, meeting by the brook's clear strand.
Sable clouds by Tempest Driven, Snowflakes whirling in the gales. Hark! It sounds like grim wolves howling. Hark! Now, like a child, it wails. Sweetheart of my youthful springtime, Thou true-souled companion dear, Let us drink away with sadness. Wine will fill our hearts with cheer.
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13 13 - A Winter Evening - Read by LV 1:54
It sounds like grim wolves howling Hark! Now like a child it wails Creeping through the rustling straw thatch Rattling on the mortared walls, like some weary wanderer knocking on the lowly pane it falls. Fearsome darkness fills the kitchen, drear and lonely our retreat. Speak a word and break the silence, dearest little mother sweet. Has the moaning of the tempest closed thine eyelids wearily? Has the spinning wheel's soft whirring hummed a cradle song to thee? Sweetheart of my youthful springtime, Thou true-souled companion dear, Let us drink, away with sadness, Wine will fill our hearts with cheer. Sing the song, how free and careless Birds live in a distant land. Sing the song of maids at morning Meeting by the brook's clear strand.
Sable clouds by tempest-driven, Snowflakes whirling in the gales. Hark! it sounds like grim wolves howling. Hark! now like a child it wails. Sweetheart of my youthful springtime, thou true-souled companion dear, let us drink away with sadness. Wine will fill our hearts with cheer.
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14 14 - A Winter Evening - Read by MDL 1:42
Sable clouds by tempest driven, snowflakes whirling in the gales. Hark, it sounds like grim wolves howling. Hark, now like a child it wails. Creeping through the rustling straw thatch, rattling on the mortared walls, like some weary wanderer knocking. On the lowly pane it falls. Fearsome darkness fills the kitchen, Drear and lonely our retreat. Speak a word and break the silence, Dearest little mother sweet. Has the moaning of the tempest Closed thine eyes wearily? Has the spinning wheel's soft whirring Hummed a cradle song to thee?
Sweetheart of my youthful springtime, Thou true-souled companion dear, Let us drink. Away with sadness. Wine will fill our hearts with cheer. Sing the song how free and careless birds live in a distant land. Sing the songs of maids at morning, meeting by the brook's clear strand.
Sable clouds by tempest driven, snowflakes whirling in the gales. Hark, it sounds like grim wolves howling. Hark, now like a child it wails. Sweetheart of my youthful springtime, Thou true-souled companion dear, Let us drink away with sadness, Wine will fill our hearts with cheer.
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15 15 - A Winter Evening - Read by MS 2:22
It sounds like grim wolves howling Hark! Now like a child it wails, creeping through the rustling straw thatch, rattling on the mortared walls, like some weary wanderer knocking on the lowly pain it falls. Fearsome darkness fills the kitchen, drear and lonely our retreat. Speak a word and break the silence. Dearest little mother sweet, Has the moaning of the tempest Closed thine eyelids wearily? Has the spinning wheel's soft whirring Hummed a cradle song to thee? Sweetheart of my youthful springtime, Thou true-souled companion dear, Let us drink, away with sadness, Wine will fill our hearts with cheer. Sing the song, How free and careless. Birds live in a distant land. Sing the song of Maids at Morning, meeting by the brook's clear strand.
Sable clouds by tempest driven. Snowflakes whirling in the gales. Hark! It sounds like grim wolves howling. Hark! Now like a child it wails. Sweetheart of my youthful springtime, Thou true-souled companion dear, Let us drink away with sadness. Wine will fill our hearts with cheer.
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16 16 - A Winter Evening - Read by RAJ 2:12
Sable clouds by tempest driven, Snowflakes wheeling in the gales, Hark! it sounds like grim wolves howling, Hark! Now like a child it wails. Creeping through the rustling straw thatch, Rattling on the mortared walls, Like some weary wanderer knocking, On the lowly pain it falls. Fearsome darkness fills the kitchen, Drear and lonely are a treat, Speak a word and break the silence, Dearest little mother sweet. Has the morning of the tempest closed thine eyelids wearily? Has the spinning wheels soft wearing hummed a cradle song to thee? Sweetheart of my youthful springtime, thou true soul, companion dear, let's drink away with sadness. Wine will fill our hearts with cheer. Sing the song, how free and careless.
Birds live in a distant land. Sing the song of mates at morning, meeting by the brook's clear strand. Sable clouds by tempest driven, snowflakes whirling in the gales. Hark! it sounds like grim wolves howling. Hark! now like a child it wails. Sweet heart of my youthful springtime, Thou true-souled companion, dear, Let's drink away with sadness. Wine will fill our hearts with cheer.
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17 17 - A Winter Evening - Read by RB 1:35
Translated by Martha Dickinson Bianchi. Read for LibriVox.org by Rochelle Bereni. Sable clouds by Tempest Driven. Snowflakes whirling in the gales. Hark! It sounds like grim wolves howling. Hark! Now like a child it wails. Creeping through the rustling straw thatch, rattling on the mortared walls. Like some weary wand we're knocking, on the lowly pane it falls. Fearsome darkness fills the kitchen. Drear and lonely are retreat. Speak a word and break the silence. Dearest little mother, sweet, has the moaning of the tempest closed thine eyelids wearily? Has the spinning wheel, soft whirring, hummed a cradle song to thee? Sweetheart of my youthful springtime, thou true-souled companion dear, let us drink, away with sadness.
Wine will fill our hearts with cheer. Sing the song, how free and careless. Birds live in a distant land. Sing the song of maids at morning. Meeting by the brook's clear strand. Sable clouds by tempest driven. Snowflakes whirling in the gales. Hark! It sounds like grim wolves howling. Hark! Now like a child, it wails. Sweetheart of my youthful springtime. Thou true-souled companion, dear. Let us drink away with sadness. Wine will fill our hearts with cheer.