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Among the Rice Fields

Laurence Hope

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LibriVox volunteers bring you 15 recordings of Among the Rice Fields by Laurence HopeThis was the Weekly Poetry project for August 16, 2020.Read in English by Alix Grace; Bruce Kachuk; bobmuir3; ChadH94; David Lawrence; Edmond Aggabao; EliseDee; Newgatenovelist; ELDN; citizen77; Garth Burton; Graham Scott; James Egalsson; KristyM; Kappie; Lee Ann Howlett; leleary; MimiAdele; Cavaet; Peter Yearsley; Quin Herron and Asha.Violet Nicolson was an English poet who wrote under the pseudonym Laurence Hope. In 1901, she published Garden of Kama, which was published a year later in America under the title India's Love Lyrics. She attempted to pass these off as translations of various poets, but this claim soon fell under suspicion. Her poems often used imagery and symbols from the poets of the North-West Frontier of India and the Sufi poets of Persia. She was among the most popular romantic poets of the Edwardian era. Her poems are typically about unrequited love and loss and often, the death that followed such an unhappy state of affairs. Many of them have an air of autobiography or confession. (Wikipedia )

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01 - Among the Rice Fields - Read by AG

Among the rice fields by Lawrence Hope, read for LibriVox.org by Alex Grace. She was fair as a passion flower, but little of love he knew. Her lucent eyes were like amber wine and her eyelids stained with blue. He called them the gates of fair desire and the lakes where beauty lay, but I looked into them once and saw the eyes of beasts of prey.

He praised her teeth that were small and white as lilies upon his lawn, while I remembered a tiger's fangs that met in a speckled fawn. She had her way, a love of the more, and I had a friend the less. For long there was nothing to do but wait and suffer his happiness, but now I shall choose the sharpest chris and nestle it in her breast.

For dead he is drifting down to sea, and his own hand wrought his rest. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
02 - Among the Rice Fields - Read by BK

Among the Risefields by Lawrence Hope Read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Kachuk She was fair as a passion flower, But little of love he knew. Her loosened eyes were like amber wine,

And her eyelids stained with blue. He called them the gates of fair desire, And the lakes where beauty lay. But I looked into them once, And saw the eyes of beasts of prey.

He praised her teeth that were small and white, As lilies upon his lawn, While I remembered a tiger's fangs That met in a speckled fawn. She had her way, a lover the more,

And I had a friend the less. For long there was nothing to do but wait, And suffer his happiness. But now I shall choose the sharpest Chris, And nestle it in her breast.

For dead he is drifting down to sea, And his own hand wrought his rest. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
03 - Among the Rice Fields - Read by BM

She was fair as a passion-flower, But little of love he knew. Her lucent eyes were like amber wine, And her eyelids stained with blue. He called them the gates of fair desire, And the lakes where beauty lay. But I looked into them once, and saw The eyes of beasts of prey. He praised her teeth that were small and white, As lilies upon his lawn,

While I remembered a tiger's fangs That met in a speckled fawn. She had her way, a lover the more, And I a friend the less. For long there was nothing to do But wait and suffer his happiness. But now I shall choose the sharpest chris, And nestle it in her breast, For dead he is drifting down to sea, And his own hand wrought his rest.
04 - Among the Rice Fields - Read by CJPH

Among the rice fields by Lawrence Hope Read for Libervulks.org by Chad Horner Located in Ballyclare County, Antrim, Northern Ireland She was fair as a passion flower, But little of love he knew.

Her licent eyes were like amber wine, And her eyelids stained with blue. He called them the gates of fair desire, And the lakes were beauty lay. But I looked into them once,

And saw the eyes of beasts of prey. He praised her teeth, that were small and white, As lilies upon his lawn. While I remembered a tiger's fangs, That met in a speckled fawn.

She had her way, a lover the more, And I had a friend the less. For long there was nothing to do but wait, And suffer his happiness. But now I shall choose the sharpest Chris,

And nestle it in her breast, For dead he is drifting down to sea, And his own hand rot his rest.
05 - Among the Rice Fields - Read by DL

Among the rice fields by Lawrence Hope. Read for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence. She was fair as a passion-flower, but little of love he knew. Her loosened eyes were like amber wine, and her eyelids stained with blue. He called them the gates of fair desire, and the lakes where beauty lay.

But I looked into them once, and saw the eyes of beasts of prey. He praised her teeth that were small and white, as lilies upon his lawn. While I remembered a tiger's fangs that met in a speckled fawn. She had her way, a lover the more, and I had a friend the less. For long there was nothing to do but wait and suffer his happiness.

But now I shall choose the sharpest Chris and nestle it in her breast. For dead he is drifting down to sea, and his own hand wrought his rest.
06 - Among the Rice Fields - Read by EA

Among the Rice-Fields by Lawrence Hope Read for LibriVox.org by Edmund Agabow She was fair as a passion flower, But little of love he knew. Her lucent eyes were like amber wine,

And her eyelids stained with blue. He called them the gates of fair desire, And the lakes where beauty lay, But I looked into them once, And saw the eyes of beasts of prey.

He praised her teeth, That were small and white as lilies upon his lawn, While I remembered a tiger's fangs that met in a speckled fawn. She had her way, a lover the more, And I had a friend the less.

For long there was nothing to do but wait and suffer his happiness. But now I shall choose the sharpest chris and nestle it in her breast, For dead he is drifting down to sea, And his own hand wrought his rest. End of poem.

This recording is in the public domain.
07 - Among the Rice Fields - Read by ED

Among the Rice-Fields by Laurence Hope, read for LibriVox.org by Elise Dee. She was fair as a passion-flower, but little of love he knew. Her loosened eyes were like amber wine and her eyelids stained with blue. He called them the gates of fair desire and the lakes where beauty lay. But I looked into them once and saw the eyes of beasts of prey. He praised her teeth that were small and white as lilies upon his lawn, while I remembered

a tiger's fangs that met in a speckled fawn. She had her way, a lover the more, and I had a friend the less. For long there was nothing to do but wait and suffer his happiness. But now I shall choose the sharpest Chris and nestle it in her breast, for dead he is drifting down to sea, and his own hand wrought his rest. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
08 - Among the Rice Fields - Read by EL

Among the rice fields, by Lawrence Hope, read for LibriVox.org, Renugate novelist. She was fair as a passion flower, but little of love he knew. Her lucent eyes were like amber wine and her eyelids stained with blue. He called them the gates of fair desire and the lakes where beauty lay. But I looked into them once and saw the eyes of beasts of prey.

He praised her teeth that were small and white as lilies upon his lawn, while I remembered a tiger's fangs that met in a speckled fawn. She had her way, a lover the more, and I had a friend the less. For long there was nothing to do but wait and suffer his happiness. But now I shall choose the sharpest crease and nestle it in her breast,

for dead he is drifting down to sea, and his own hand wrought his rest. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
09 - Among the Rice Fields - Read by ELDN

Among the Rice Fields by Lawrence Hope Read for Librivox.org by E.L.D.N. She was fair as a passion flower, but little of love he knew. Her lucent eyes were like amber wine, and her eyelids stained with glue. He called them the gates of fair desire, and the lakes where beauty lay.

But I looked into them once, and saw the eyes of beasts of prey. He praised her teeth that were small and white, as lilies upon his lawn, while I remembered a tiger's fangs that met in a speckled fawn. She had her way, a lover the more, and I had a friend the less. For long there was nothing to do but wait and suffer his happiness.

But now I shall choose the sharpest fritz and nestlet in her breast. For dead he is drifting down to sea, and his own hand wrought his rest. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
10 - Among the Rice Fields - Read by ETW

Among the rice fields by Lawrence Hope, read for LibraBox.org by Aaron Watson. She was fair as a passion flower, but little of love he knew. Her lucent eyes were like amber wine, and her eyelids stained with blue. He called them the gates of fair desire, and the lakes where beauty lay, but I looked into them once and saw the eyes of beasts of prey.

He praised her teeth that were small and white, as lilies upon his lawn, while I remembered a tiger's fangs that met in a speckled fawn. She had her way, a lover the more, and I had a friend the less. For long there was nothing to do but wait and suffer his happiness. But now I shall choose the sharpest chris and nestle it in her breast, for dead he is

drifting down to sea, and his own hand rot his rest.
11 - Among the Rice Fields - Read by GB

Among the rice fields, by Lawrence Hope. Read for leavewithox.org by Garth Burton. She was fair as a passion-flower, but little of love he knew. Her loosened eyes were like amber wine, and her eyelids stained with blue. He called them the gates of fair desire, and the lakes where beauty lay.

But I looked into them once, and saw the eyes of beasts of prey. He praised her teeth, that were small and white as lilies upon his lawn. While I remembered a tiger's fangs that met in a speckled fawn. She had her way, a lover the more, and I had a friend the less. For long there was nothing to do but wait and suffer his happiness.

But now I shall choose the sharpest Chris, and nestle it in her breast. For dead he is drifting down to sea, and his own hand wrought his rest. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
12 - Among the Rice Fields - Read by GRS

She was fair as a passion-flower, but little of love he knew. Her loosened eyes were like amber wine, and her eyelids stained with blue. He called them the gates of fair desire, and the lakes where beauty lay, but I looked into them once and saw the eyes of beasts of prey. He praised her teeth that were small and white as lilies upon his lawn, while I remembered

a tiger's fangs that met in a speckled fawn. She had her way, a lover the more, and I had a friend the less. For long there was nothing to do but wait and suffer his happiness. But now I shall choose the sharpest Chris and nestle it in her breast, for dead he is drifting down to sea, and his own hand wrought his rest.
13 - Among the Rice Fields - Read by JE

Among the Rice Fields by Lawrence Hope Read for LibriVox.org by James Eggelson She was fair as a passionflower, but little of love he knew. Her loosened eyes were like amber wine, and her eyelids stained with blue. He called them the gates of fair desire and the lakes where beauty lay,

but I looked into them once and saw the eyes of beasts of prey. He praised her teeth that were small and white as lilies upon his lawn, while I remembered a tiger's fangs that met in a speckled fawn. She had her way, a lover the more, and I had a friend the less. For long there was nothing to do but wait and suffer his happiness.

But now I shall choose the sharpest Chris and nestle it in her breast, for dead he is drifting down to sea, and his own hand wrought his rest. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
14 - Among the Rice Fields - Read by KM

Among the Rice Fields by Lawrence Hope. Read for LibriVox.org by Kristy Morgan. She was fair as a passion flower, but little of love he knew. Her lucent eyes were like amber wine,

and her eyelids stained with blue. He called them the gates of fair desire, and the lakes where beauty lay. But I looked into them once and saw the eyes of beast of prey.

He praised her teeth that were small and white, as lilies upon his lawn. While I remembered a tiger's fangs that met in a speckled fawn. She had her way, a lover the more,

and I had a friend the less. For long there was nothing to do but wait and suffer his happiness. But now I shall choose the sharpest Chris and nestle it in her breast.

For dead he is drifting down to sea, in his own hand wrought with rest. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
15 - Among the Rice Fields - Read by KP

Among the Brice-fields by Lawrence Hope Red Fort Libra Box by Kent Peterson She was as fair as a passion-flower, But little of love he knew. Her lucent eyes were like amber wine, And her eyelids stained with blue. He called them the gates of fair desire, And the lakes where beauty lay, But I looked into them once and saw The eyes of beasts of prey.

He praised her teeth, they were small and white, As Lilisa put on his lawn, While I remembered a tiger's fangs That met in a speckled fawn. She had her way, a lover the more, And I had a friend the less. For long there was nothing to do but wait And suffer his happiness. But now I shall choose the sharpest Chris And nestle it in her breast,

For dead he is drifting down to sea, And his own hand wrought his rest.
16 - Among the Rice Fields - Read by LAH

Among the Rice-Fields by Lawrence Hope Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett She was fair as a passion flower, But little of love he knew. Her lucent eyes were like amber wine,

And her eyelids stained with blue. He called them the gates of fair desire, And the lakes where beauty lay. But I looked into them once and saw The eyes of beasts of prey.

He praised her teeth that were small and white, As lilies upon his lawn, While I remembered a tiger's fangs That met in a speckled fawn. She had her way,

A lover the more, And I had a friend the less. For long there was nothing to do but wait, And suffer his happiness. But now I shall choose the sharpest Chris,

And nestle it in her breast. For dead he is drifting down to sea, And his own hand wrought his rest.
17 - Among the Rice Fields - Read by LEL

Among the Rice Fields by Lawrence Hope, read for LibriVox.org by Eric Leary She was fair as a passion flower, but little of love he knew. Her lucent eyes were like amber wine and her eyelids stained with blue. He called them the gates of fair desire and the lakes where beauty lay. But I looked into them once and saw the eyes of beasts of prey. He praised her teeth that were small and white, as lilies upon his lawn, while I remember a tiger's fangs that met in a speckled fawn. She had her way, a lover the more, and I had a friend the less. For long there was nothing to do but wait and suffer his happiness.

But now I shall choose the sharpest chris and nestle it in her breast, for dead he is drifting down to sea, and his own hand wrought his rest.
18 - Among the Rice Fields - Read by MAW

Among the Rice Fields by Lawrence Hope. Read for LibriVox.org by Mimi Wong. She was fair as a passion-flower, but little of love he knew. Her lucent eyes were like amber wine, and her eyelids stained with blue. He called them the gates of fair desire, and the lakes where beauty lay.

And I looked into them once and saw the eyes of beasts of prey. He praised her teeth that were small and white, as lilies upon his lawn, while I remembered the tiger's fangs that met in a speckled fawn. She had a way, a lover the more, and I had a friend the less. For long there was nothing to do but wait, and suffer his happiness.

But now I shall choose the sharpest frisks and nestle it in her breast, for dead he is drifting down to sea, and his own hand wrought his rest.
19 - Among the Rice Fields - Read by MDL

Among the rice fields by Lawrence Hope Read for Liberavox.org by caveat She was fair as a passion-flower, but little of love he knew. Her loosened eyes were like amber wine, and her eyelids stained with blue. He called them the gates of fair desire, and the lakes where beauty lay,

But I looked into them once and saw the eyes of beasts of prey. He praised her teeth, they were small and white, as lilies upon his lawn. Well, I remembered a tiger's fangs that met in speckled fawn. She had her way, a lover the more, and I a friend the less. For long there was nothing to do but wait and suffer his happiness.

But now I shall choose the sharpest chris and nestle it in her breast, For dead he is drifting down to sea, and his own hand wrought his rest.
20 - Among the Rice Fields - Read by PY

Among the Rice-Fields by Lawrence Hope Read for LibriVox.org by Peter Yersley She was fair as a passion-flower, But little of love he knew. Her lucent eyes were like amber wine,

And her eyelids stained with blue. He called them the gates of fair desire, And the lakes where beauty lay. But I looked into them once, And saw the eyes of beasts of prey.

He praised her teeth that were small and white As lilies upon his lawn, While I remembered a tiger's fangs That met in a speckled fawn. She had her way, a lover the more,

And I had a friend the less. For long there was nothing to do but wait And suffer his happiness. But now I shall choose the sharpest Chris, And nestle it in her breast,

For dead he is drifting down to sea, And his own hand wrought his rest.
21 - Among the Rice Fields - Read by QH

Among the Rice Fields by Lawrence Hope Read for LibriVox.org by Quinn Herron She was fair as a passion flower But little of love he knew Her lucent eyes were like amber wine and her eyelids stained with blue

He called them the gates of fair desire and the lakes where beauty lay But I looked into them once and saw the eyes of beasts of prey He praised her teeth that were small and white as lilies upon his lawn While I remembered a tiger's fangs that met in a speckled fawn

She had her way a lover the more and I had a friend the less For long there was nothing to do but wait and suffer his happiness But now I shall choose the sharpest Chris and nestle it in her breast For dead he is drifting down to sea and his own hand wrought his rest End of poem

This recording is in the public domain
22 - Among the Rice Fields - Read by SLR

Among the rice fields by Laurence Hope, read for Librivox.org by Asha. She was fair as a passion flower, but little of love he knew. Her lucent eyes were like amber wine, and her eyelids stained with blue. He called them the gates of fair desire, and the lakes where beauty lay. But I looked into them once, and saw the eyes of beasts of prey.

He praised her teeth that were small and white as lilies upon his lawn, while I remembered a tiger's fangs that met in a speckled fawn. She had her way, a lover the more, and I had a friend the less. For long there was nothing to do but wait and suffer his happiness. But now I shall choose the sharpest Chris and nestle it in her breast,

for dead he is, drifting down to sea, and his own hand wrought his rest.

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