Chapters 9
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1 01 - Composed Among the Ruins - Read by BK 1:33
Through shattered galleries, mid roofless halls, wandering with timid footsteps, oft betrayed, the stranger sighs, nor scroofles to upbraid old time, though he Gentlest among the thralls of destiny, Upon these wounds hath laid his lenient touches, Soft as light that falls from the wan moon Upon the towers and walls, Light deepening, the profoundest sleep of shade.
Relic of kings! Wreck of forgotten wars! To winds abandoned and the prying stars, Time loves thee. At his call the seasons twine, Luxuriant wreaths around thy forehead hoar, And, though past pomp no changes can restore, A soothing recompense, his gift is thine.
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2 02 - Composed Among the Ruins - Read by CAL 1:21
Through shattered galleries, mid roofless halls, wandering with timid footsteps oft betrayed, the stranger sighs, nor scruples to upbraid old time, though he, gentlest among the thralls of destiny, Upon these wounds hath laid His lenient touches, softest light that falls, From the wan moon upon the towers and walls. Light, deepening the profoundest sleep of shade, Relic of kings, wreck of forgotten wars, To winds abandoned and the prying stars. Time loves thee, at his call the seasons twine, Luxuriant wreaths around thy forehead hoar, And, though past pomp no changes can restore, A soothing recompense, his gift, is thine.
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3 03 - Composed Among the Ruins - Read by CD 1:10
Composed among the ruins of a castle in North Wales by William Wordsworth. Read for LibriVox.org by Charlotte Duckett. Through shattered galleries, mid roofless halls, Wandering with timid footsteps oft portrayed, The stranger sighs, nor scruples to unbraid. Old time, he thought, gentlest amongst the thralls of destiny, Upon these wounds hath laid his lenient touches. Soft as light that falls from the one moon, upon the towers and walls. Light deepening the profoundest sleep of shade. Relic of kings. Wreck of forgotten wars. The wind abandoned and the prying stars. Time loves thee. At his call the seasons twine luxuriant reefs around thy forehead whore. But, though past pomp no changes can restore, A soothing recompense.
His gift is thine.
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4 04 - Composed Among the Ruins - Read by DL 1:16
Through shattered galleries, mid roofless halls, wandering with timid footsteps oft betrayed, the stranger sighs, nor scruples to upbraid old time, though he, Gentlest among the thralls of destiny, upon these wounds hath laid his lenient touches. Soft as light that falls from the wan moon, upon the towers and walls, light deepening the profoundest sleep of shade. Relic of kings, wreck of forgotten wars. To winds abandoned and the prying stars, time loves thee. At his call the seasons twine, luxuriant wreaths around thy forehead hoar. And, though past pomp no changes can restore, a soothing recompense, his gift is thine.
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5 05 - Composed Among the Ruins - Read by EL 1:20
Composed among the ruins of a castle in North Wales, by William Wordsworth. Through shattered galleries, mid roofless halls, wandering with timid footsteps oft betrayed, the stranger sighs, nor scruples to upbraid old time, though he, gentlest among the thralls of destiny, Upon these wounds hath laid his lenient touches, soft as light that falls from the wan moon upon the towers and the walls, light deepening the profoundest sleep of shade. Relic of kings, wreck of forgotten wars, to winds abandoned and the prying stars. Time loves thee. At his call the seasons twine luxuriant wreaths around thy forehead hoar. And, though past pomp no changes can restore, A soothing recompense, His gift is thine.
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6 06 - Composed Among the Ruins - Read by GG 1:24
Composed among the ruins of a castle in North Wales by William Wordsworth.
Newport Ritchie, FL.
Through shattered galleries, mid roofless halls, Wandering with timid footsteps oft betrayed, The stranger sighs, nor scruples to upbraid, Old time, though he, Gentlest among the thralls. Of destiny upon these wounds hath laid, his lenient touches soft as light that falls. From the wan moon upon the towers and walls, light deepening the profoundest sleep of shade. Relic of kings, wreck of forgotten wars, to winds abandoned in the prying stars. Time loves thee. At his call the season's twine, luxuriant wreaths around thy forehead hoar, and though past pomp no changes can restore, a soothing recompense, his gift is thine.
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7 07 - Composed Among the Ruins - Read by LAH 1:17
Composed among the ruins of a castle in North Wales by William Wordsworth. Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett.
Through shattered galleries, mid roofless halls, wandering with timid footsteps oft betrayed, the stranger sighs, nor scruples to upbraid old time, though he, gentlest among the thralls of destiny, Upon these wounds hath laid his lenient touches, soft as light that falls from the wan moon upon the towers and walls, light deepening the profoundest sleep of shade. Relic of Kings. Wreck of forgotten wars, to winds abandoned and the prying stars. Time loves thee, at his call the seasons twine luxuriant wreaths around thy forehead hoar. And though past pomp no changes can restore, a soothing recompense, his gift is thine.
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8 08 - Composed Among the Ruins - Read by MK 1:22
Composed among the ruins of a castle in North Wales by William Wordsworth.
Through shattered galleries, mid roofless halls, wandering with timid footsteps oft betrayed, the stranger sighs, nor scruples to upbraid old time, though he gentlest among the thralls of destiny. Upon these wounds hath laid his lenient touches, soft as light that falls from the wan moon upon the towers and walls, light deepening the profoundest sleep of shade. Relic of kings, wreck of forgotten wars, to winds abandoned and the prying stars. Time loves thee. At his call the seasons twine luxuriant wreaths round thy forehead hoar, and though past pomp no changes can restore, a soothing recompense his gift is thine.
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9 09 - Composed Among the Ruins - Read by RF 1:21
Composed among the ruins of a castle in North Wales by William Wordsworth. Read for LibriVox.org by Ryan Finch.
Through shattered galleries, mid roofless halls, Wandering, with timid footsteps oft-betrayed, The stranger sighs, nor scruples to upbraid Old time, though he Gentilest among the fralls of destiny, upon these wounds half laid. His lenient touches, soft as light that falls, from the one moon, upon the towers and walls, light deepening the profoundest sleep of shade. Relic of kings, wreck of forgotten wars, to winds abandoned and the prying stars. Time loves thee. At his call the seasons twine, Luxuriant reefs around thy forehead hoar, And though past pump no changes can restore, A soothing recompense his gift is thine.