Chapters 12
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1 01 - Summer - Read by AH 1:28
Summer by Christina Rossetti. Read for LibriVox.org by Andy Harrington. July 2016. Winter is cold-hearted. Spring is yea and nay. Autumn is a weathercock, blown every way. Summer days for me, when every leaf is on its tree. When Robin's not a beggar, and Jenny Wren's a bride. And larks hang singing, singing, singing over the wheat fields wide, and anchored lilies ride, and the pendulum spider swings from side to side. And blue-black beetles transact business, and gnats fly in a host, and furry caterpillars hasten that no time be lost, and moths grow fat and thrive, and ladybirds arrive. Before green apples blush, before green nuts and brown, why one day in the country is worth a month in town, is worth a day and a year of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion that days drone elsewhere.
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2 02 - Summer - Read by ALP 1:15
Summer by Christina Rossetti. Read for LibriVox.org by Algy Pug. Winter is cold-hearted. Spring is yea and nay. Autumn is a weathercock blown every way. Summer days for me when every leaf is on its tree. When Robin's not a beggar, and Jenny Wren's a bride, and larks hang singing, singing, singing over the wheat fields wide, and anchored lilies ride. And the pendulum's spider swings from side to side, and blue-black beetles transact business, and gnats fly in a host, and furry caterpillars hasten that no time be lost, and moths grow fat and thrive, and ladybirds arrive. Before green apples blush, before green nuts embrown, why, one day in the country is worth a month in town. Is worth a day and a year Of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion That days drone elsewhere.
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3 03 - Summer - Read by BK 1:36
every leaf is on its tree When robin's not a beggar And Jenny Wrens a bride, and larks hang singing, singing, singing, over the wheat fields wide, and anchored lilies ride, and the pendulum spider swings from side to side. And blue-black beetles transact business, and gnats fly in a host, and furry caterpillars hasten that no time be lost. And moths grow fat and thrive, and ladybirds arrive. Before green apples blush, before green nuts embrown, why, one day in the country is worth a month in town, is worth a day and a year of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion that days drone. Elsewhere.
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4 04 - Summer - Read by BMH 1:09
Summer by Christina Rossetti. Read for LibriVox.org by Bridget Herbis. Winter is cold-hearted, spring is yea and nay. Autumn is a weathercock blown every way. Summer day's for me when every leaf is on its tree. When Robin's not a beggar, and Jenny Wren's a bride, and larks hang singing, singing, singing, over the wheat fields wide. And angered lilies ride, and the pendulum spider swings from side to side, and blue-black beetles transact business, and gnats fly in a host, and furry caterpillars hasten that no time be lost, and moths grow fat and thrive, and ladybirds arrive, before green apples blush, before green nuts and brown, why one day in the country is worth a month in town. Is worth a day and a year of the dusty, musty, lag-glass fashion that days drone elsewhere.
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5 05 - Summer - Read by BSD 1:24
Summer by Christina Rossetti. Read for LibriVox.org by Brian Darby. July 2016, San Jose, California.
Winter is cold-hearted, spring is yea and nay, autumn is a weathercock blown everyway. Summer days for me when every leaf is on its tree, when Robin's not a beggar and Jenny Wren's a bride. And larks hang singing, singing, singing over the wheat fields wide. And anchored lilies ride, and the pendulum spider swings from side to side. And blue-black beetles transact business, and gnats fly in a host. And furry caterpillars hasten that no time be lost. And moths grow fat and thrive, and ladybirds arrive. Before green apples blush, before green nuts and brown, why, one day in the country is worth a month in town, is worth a day and a year of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion that days drone elsewhere.
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6 06 - Summer - Read by DL 1:21
Summer by Christina Rossetti. Written by David Lawrence. Winter is cold-hearted. Spring is yea and nay. Autumn is a weathercock, blowin' every way. Summer days for me, when every leaf is on its tree. When Robin's not a beggar, and Jenny Wren's a bride, and larks hang singing. Singing, singing over the wheat fields wide, and anchored lilies ride, and the pendulum spider swings from side to side, and blue-black beetles transact business, and gnats fly in a host, and furry caterpillars hasten that no time be lost, and moths grow fat and thrive, and lady-birds arrive. Before green apples blush, before green nuts embrown, why, one day in the country is worth a month in town, is worth a day and a year of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion that days drone elsewhere.
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7 07 - Summer - Read by GB 1:28
Summer by Cristina Rossetti.
Winter is cold-hearted, Spring is yea and nay, Autumn is a weathercock, blown every way, Summer days for me when every leaf is on its tree, When robin's not a beggar, and jenny wren's a bride, And larks hang singing, Singing, singing, over the wheat-fields wide, and anchored lilies ride, and the pendulum spider swings from side to side, and blue-black beetles transact business, and gnats fly in a host, and furry caterpillars hasten that no time be lost, and moths grow fat and thrive, and lady-birds arrive. Before green apples blush, before green nuts in brown, why, one day in the country is worth a month in town, is worth a day and a year of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion that days drone elsewhere.
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8 08 - Summer - Read by IK 1:26
blown every way. Summer days for me, When every leaf is on its tree, When Robin's not a beggar, And Jenny Wren's a bride, And larks hang, Singing, singing, singing. Over the wheat fields wide, and anchored lilies ride, and the pendulum spider swings from side to side, and blue-black beetles transact business, and gnats fly in a host, and furry caterpillars hasten that no time be lost, and moths grow fat and thrive, and ladybirds arrive. Before green apples blush, Before green nuts in brown. Why, one day in the country is worth a month in town, is worth a day and a year of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion that days drone elsewhere.
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9 09 - Summer - Read by LAH 1:25
Summer by Christina Rossetti. Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett.
Winter is cold-hearted. Spring is yea and nay. Autumn is a weathercock, blown every way. Summer days for me when every leaf is on its tree. When Robin's not a beggar, and Jenny Wren's a bride, and larks hang singing, singing, singing. Over the wheat fields wide, an anchored lilies ride, and the pendulum spider swings from side to side. And blue-black beetles transact business, and gnats fly in a host, and furry caterpillars hasten that no time be lost, and moths grow fat and thrive, and ladybirds arrive. Before green apples blush, Before green nuts and brown. Why one day in the country is worth a month in town. Is worth a day and a year of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion that days drone elsewhere.
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10 10 - Summer - Read by MK 1:40
Summer by Christina Rossetti. Read for LibriVox.org by Maria Casper.
Winter is cold-hearted. Spring is yea and nay. Autumn is a weathercock, blown every way. Summer day is for me, when every leaf is on its tree, when robin's not a beggar, and Jenny Wren's a bride. And larks hang, singing, singing, singing, over the wheat fields wide. And anchored lilies ride, and the pendulum spider swings from side to side. And blue-black beetles transact business, and gnats fly in a host. And furry caterpillars hasten that no time be lost, and moths grow fat and thrive, and ladybirds arrive. Before green apples blush, before green nuts embrown. Why, one day in the country is worth a month in town, is worth a day and a year of the dusty, musty, Lag-last fashion that days drone elsewhere.
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11 11 - Summer - Read by MSD 1:22
Winter is cold-hearted, spring is yea and nay. Autumn is a weathercock blown every way. Summer days for me when every leaf is on its tree. When Robin's not a beggar, and Jenny Wren's a bride, and larks hang singing, singing, singing, Over the wheat fields wide, and anchored lilies ride, and the pendulum spider swings from side to side. And blue-black beetles transact business, and gnats fly in a host, and furry caterpillars hasten that no time may be lost, and moths grow fat and thrive, and ladybirds arrive. Before green apples blush, before green nuts in brown, why one day in the country is worth a month in town, is worth a day and a year of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion that days drone elsewhere.
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12 12 - Summer - Read by TP 1:18
Summer by Cristina Rossetti.
Winter is cold-hearted, Spring is yea and nay, Autumn is a weather-cock blown every way. Summer days for me, when every leaf is on its tree, When Robin's not a beggar, and Jenny Wren's a bride, and Larks hang singing, singing, singing, over the wheat fields wide, and Anchored Lilies ride, and the pendulum spider swings from side to side, and Blue-black beetles transact business, and gnats fly in a host, and Furry caterpillars hasten that no time be lost. And moths grow fat and thrive, and ladybirds arrive. Before green apples blush, before green nuts and brown, why, one day in the country is worth a month in town, is worth a day and a year of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion that days drone elsewhere.