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• All Things Can Tempt Me - Read by CAL

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  All things contempt me from this craft of verse. One time it was a woman's face, or, worse, the seeming needs of my fool-driven land. Now nothing but comes readyer to the hand than this accustomed toil. When I was young I had not given a penny for a song did not the poet sing it with such airs that one believed he had a sword upstairs.

  Yet would be now could I but have my wish, colder and dumber and depper than a fish.

• All Things Can Tempt Me - Read by CDE

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  All things contempt me from this craft of verse, One time it was a woman's face, or worse. The seeming needs of my fool-driven land, Now nothing but comes readier to the hand, Than this accustomed toil. When I was young I had not given a penny for a song, Did not the poet sing it with such

  airs, That one believed he had a sword upstairs. Yet would be now could I but have my wish, Colder and dumber and deffer than a fish.

• All Things Can Tempt Me - Read by CMD

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  All things contempt me from this craft of verse. One time it was a woman's face, or worse. The seeming needs of my fool-driven land. Now nothing but comes readier to the hand than this accustomed toil. When I was young I had not given a penny for a song. Did not the poet sing it with such airs, That one believed he had a sword upstairs? Yet would be now, could I have but my wish, Colder and dumber and deffer than a fish.

• All Things Can Tempt Me - Read by CS

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  All things contempt me from this craft of verse. One time it was a woman's face, or worse, the seeming needs of my fool-driven land. Now nothing but comes readier to the hand than this accustomed toil. When I was young I had not given a penny for a song. Did not the poet sing it with such airs, that one believed he had a sword upstairs?

  Yet, would be now, could I but have my wish, Colder and dumber and deffer than a fish.

• All Things Can Tempt Me - Read by DGD

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  All things contempt me. One time it was a woman's face. Or worse. The seeming needs of my fool-driven land. Now nothing but comes ready to the hand Than this accustomed toil.

  When I was young I had not given a penny for a song, He had a sword upstairs. It would be now could I but have my wish Colder and dumber and deafer than a fish.

• All Things Can Tempt Me - Read by DII

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  All Things Contempt Me by W. B. Yeats. Read for LibriVox.org by Dana Meilinger in January 2010. All Things Contempt Me from this Craft of Verse. One time it was a woman's face, or worse. The seeming needs of my full-driven land, Now nothing but comes radier to the hand

  Than this accustomed toil. When I was young I had not given a penny for a song, Did not the poet sing it with such airs That one believed he had a sword upstairs? Yet would be now, could I but have my wish, Colder and dumber and duffer than a fish.

• All Things Can Tempt Me - Read by DL

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  All things can tempt me by W. B. Yeats. All things can tempt me from this craft of verse. One time it was a woman's face, or worse, the seeming needs of my fool-driven land. Now nothing but comes readier to the hand than this accustomed toil. When I was young I had not given a penny for a song, did not the poet sing it with such

  airs that one believed he had a sword upstairs. Yet would be now could I but have my wish, colder and dumber and deffer than a fish.

• All Things Can Tempt Me - Read by LAH

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  All Things Contempt Me by W. B. Yates. All things contempt me from this craft of verse. One time it was a woman's face, or worse, the seeming needs of my fool-driven land. Now nothing but comes readier to the hand than this accustomed toil. When I was young I had not given a penny for a song, did not the poet sing it with such

  airs that no one believed he had a sword upstairs. Yet would be now could I but have my wish colder and dumber and deffer than a fish.

• All Things Can Tempt Me - Read by LLW

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  All Things Can Tempt Me by W. B. Yeats. Read for LibriVox.org by Leonard Wilson of Springfield, Ohio. All things can tempt me from this craft of verse. One time it was a woman's face, or worse, the seeming needs of my fool-driven land. Now nothing but comes readier to the hand than this accustomed toil.

  When I was young I had not given a penny for a song, did not the poet sing it with such airs that one believed he had a sword upstairs. Yet would be now could I but have my wish. Colder and dumber and deffer than a fish. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.

• All Things Can Tempt Me - Read by LT

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  All Things Contempt Me by W.B. Yates Read for livervox.org by Little T. All things contempt me from this craft of verse. One time it was a woman's face, or worse, the seeming needs of my full-driven land. Now nothing but comes readier to the hand than this accustomed toil.

  When I was young I had not given a penny for a song. Did not the poet sing it with such airs that one believed he had a sword upstairs? Yet would be now. Could I but have my wish colder and dumber and duffer than a fish.

• All Things Can Tempt Me - Read by RG

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  All things contempt me from this craft of verse. One time it was a woman's face, or worse, the seeming needs of my fool-driven land. Now nothing but comes readier to the hand than this accustomed toil. When I was young I had not given a penny for a song did not the poet sing it with such airs that one believed he had a sword upstairs. Yet would be now could I but have my wish, colder and dumber and deffer than a fish.

• All Things Can Tempt Me - Read by RN

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  All things can tempt me from this craft of verse. One time it was a woman's face, or worse, the seeming needs of my fool-driven land. Now nothing but comes readier to the hand than this accustomed toil. When I was young I had not given a penny for a song. Could not the poet sing it with such airs, that one believed he had a sword upstairs?

  Yet would be now, could I but have my wish, Colder and dumber and deafer than a fish.

• All Things Can Tempt Me - Read by SDN

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  All Things Can Tempt Me by W. B. Yates All things can tempt me from this craft of verse. One time it was a woman's face, or worse, the seeming needs of my fool-driven land. Now nothing but comes readier to the hand than this accustomed toil. When I was young I had not given a penny for a song, did not the poet sing it with such

  airs that one believed he had a sword upstairs. Yet would be now could I but have my wish, colder and dumber and deffer than a fish.

• All Things Can Tempt Me - Read by SRC

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  All Things Contempt Me by W. B. Yates. Read for LibriVox.org by Sarah Curtis. All Things Contempt Me from this Craftiverse. One time it was a woman's face, or worse, the seeming needs of my fool-driven land. Now nothing but comes readier to the hand than this accustomed toil.

  When I was young, I had not given a penny for a song, did not the poet sing it, with such airs that one believed he had a sword upstairs. Yet would be now, could I but have my wish, colder and dumber and deffer than a fish.