Chapters 12
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1 01 - The Castled Crag of Drachenfels - AAM 2:33
The Castled Crag of Drachenfels The Castled Crag of Drachenfels frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, whose breast of waters broadly swells between the banks which bear the vine. And hills all rich with blossom trees, and fields which promised corn and wine, and scattered cities crowning these, whose far white walls along them shine, have strewed a scene which I should see. With double joy wert thou with me. And peasant girls with deep blue eyes, and hands which offer early flowers, walk smiling o'er this paradise. Above, the frequent feudal towers, through green leaves lift their walls of gray, and many a rock which steeply lowers, and noble arch in proud decay. Look o'er this vale of vintage bowers.
But one thing want these banks of Rhine. Thy gentle hand to clasp in mine. I send the lilies given to me, though long before thy hand they touch, I know that they must withered be. But yet reject them not as such, for I have cherished them as dear, because they yet may meet thine eye, and guide thy soul to mine e'en here. When thou behold them drooping nigh, and know'st them gathered by the Rhine, and offered from my heart to thine. The river nobly foams and flows, the charm of this enchanted ground, and all its thousand turns disclose, some fresher beauty varying round. Thy haughtiest breast its wish might bound, through life to dwell delighted here. Nor could on earth a spot be found, to nature and to me so dear.
Could thy dear eyes, in following mine, still sweeten more these banks of Rhine?
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2 02 - The Castled Crag of Drachenfels - ALP 2:21
The Castled Crag of Drachenfels The Castled Crag of Drachenfels frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, whose breast of waters broadly swells between the banks which bear the vine. And hills, all rich with blossomed trees, and fields which promise corn and wine, and scattered cities, crowning these, whose far white walls along them shine, have strewed a scene which I should see with double joy, wert thou with me. And peasant girls, with deep blue eyes, and hands which offer early flowers, walk smiling o'er this paradise. Above, The frequent feudal towers through green leaves lift their walls of grey, and many a rock, which steeply lowers a noble arch in proud decay, look o'er this veil of vintage boughs.
But one thing wants these banks of Rhine, thy gentle hand, to clasp in mine. I send the lilies given to me, though long before thy hand they touch, I know that they must withered be. But yet reject them not as such. For I have cherished them as dear, because they yet may meet thine eye, and guide thy soul to mine e'en here, when thou behold'st them drooping nigh, and know'st them gathered by the Rhine, and offered from my heart to thine. The river nobly foams and flows. The charm of this enchanted ground, With all its thousand turns disclose Some fresher beauty varying round, The haughtiest breast its wish might bound, Through life to dwell delighted here. Nor could on earth a spot be found To nature and to me so dear, Could thy dear eyes in following mine Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine.
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3 03 - The Castled Crag of Drachenfels - APS 2:33
The Castled Crag of Drachenfels frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, whose breast of waters broadly swells between the banks which bear the vine, and hills all rich with blossom trees, and fields which promise corn and wine. And scattered cities, crowning these, whose far white walls along them shine, have strewed a scene which I should see with double joy, wert thou with me.
And peasant girls with deep blue eyes, and hands which offer early flowers, walk smiling o'er this paradise. Above the frequent feudal towers, Through green leaves lift their walls of grey, and many a rock which steeply lowers, and noble arch in proud decay, look o'er this vale of vintage bowers, but one thing want these banks of Rhine, thy gentle hand to clasp in mine.
I send the lilies given to me, though long before thy hand they touch, I know that they must wither But yet, reject them not as such, for I have cherished them as dear, because they yet may meet thine eye, and guide thy soul to mine in here. When thou... Beholdest them drooping nigh, and knowest them gathered by the Rhine, and offered from my heart to thine.
The river nobly foams and flows. The charm of this enchanted ground, and all its thousand turns disclose some fresher beauty varying round. The haughtiest breast its wish might bound, through life to dwell delighted here. Nor could on earth a spot be found, to nature and to me so dear. Could thy dear eyes, in following mine, still sweeten more these banks of Rhine?
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4 04 - The Castled Crag of Drachenfels - BK 2:54
The Castled Crag of Drachenfells frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, whose breast of waters broadly swells between the banks which bear the vine. And hills all rich with blossomed trees, and fields which promise corn and wine, and scattered cities crowning these, whose far white walls along them shine, have strewed a scene which I should see with double joy, wert thou with me? And peasant girls with deep blue eyes, and hands which offer Early flowers walk smiling o'er this paradise. Above the frequent feudal towers through green leaves lift their walls of gray, and many a rock which steeply lowers and noble arch in proud decay. Look o'er this vale of vintage bowers, but one thing want these banks of Rhine.
Thy gentle hand to clasp in mine. I send the lilies given to me, though long before thy hand they touch, I know that they must withered be, but yet reject them not as such, for I have cherished them as dear, because they yet may meet thine eye. And guide thy soul to mine in here, when thou behold'st them drooping nigh, and know'st them gathered by the Rhine, and offered from my heart to thine. The river nobly foams and flows, the charm of this enchanted ground, and all its thousand turns disclose some fresher beauty. Varying round, the haughtiest breast its wish might bound, through life to dwell, delighted here. Nor could on earth a spot be found, to nature and to me so dear. Could thy dear eyes, in following mine, still sweeten more these banks of Rhine.
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5 05 - The Castled Crag of Drachenfels - CZ 2:13
Lord Byron. Read for LibriVox.org by Sandra. The castled crag of Drachenfels frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, whose breast of waters broadly swells between the banks which bear the vine. And hills all rich with blossomed trees, and fields which promise corn and wine, and scattered cities crowning these, whose far white walls along them shine, have strewed a scene which I should see with double joy, wert thou with me. And peasant girls, with deep blue eyes and hands which offer early flowers, walk smiling o'er this paradise, Above, the frequent feudal towers through green leaves lift their walls of gray, and many a rock which steeply lowers a noble arch in proud decay look o'er this vale of vintage bowers.
But one thing want these banks of Rhine, thy gentle hand to clasp in mine. I send the lilies given to me, Though long before thy hand they touch, I know that they must withered be, but yet reject them not as such, for I have cherished them as dear, because they yet may meet thine eye, and guide thy soul to mine, e'en here, when thou behold'st them drooping nigh, and know'st them gathered by the Rhine, and offered from my heart to thine. The river nobly foams and flows, the charm of this enchanted ground, and all its thousand turns disclose some fresher beauty varying round. The haughtiest breast its wish might bound through life to dwell delighted here. Nor could on earth a spot be found to nature and to me so dear.
Could thy dear eyes in following mine still sweeten more these banks of Rhine?
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6 06 - The Castled Crag of Drachenfels - ELO 2:59
The Castled Crag of Drachenfels The Castled Crag of Drachenfels frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, whose breast of waters broadly swells between the banks which bear the vine, and hills all rich with blossomed trees. And fields which promise corn and wine, and scattered cities crowning these, whose far white walls along them shine, have strewed a scene which I should see, with double joy wert thou with me. And peasant girls with deep blue eyes, and hands which offer early flowers, Walk smiling o'er this paradise. Above, the frequent feudal towers through green leaves lift their walls of gray, and many a rock which steeply lowers, and noble arch in proud decay, look o'er this vale of vintage bowers.
But one thing want these banks of Rhine. Thy gentle hand to clasp in mine.
I send the lilies given to me. Though long before thy hand they touch, I know that they must withered be. But yet reject them not as such, for I have cherished them as dear, because they yet may meet thine eye. And guide thy soul to mine, e'en here, when thou behold'st them drooping nigh, and know'st them gathered by the Rhine, and offered from my heart to thine.
The river nobly foams and flows, the charm of this enchanted ground, and all its thousand turns disclose, Some fresher beauty varying round. The haughtiest breast its wish might bound, through life to dwell delighted here. Nor could on earth a spot be found to nature and to me so dear. Could thy dear eyes in following mine still sweeten more these banks of Rhine?
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7 07 - The Castled Crag of Drachenfels - JT 2:07
Thurgood. The Castled Crag of Drachenfels frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, whose breast of waters broadly swells between the banks which bear the vine, and hills all rich with blossomed trees and fields which promise corn and wine, and scattered cities crowning these. Whose far white walls along them shine, have strewed a scene which I should see, with double joy wert thou with me. And peasant girls with deep blue eyes and hands which offer early flowers walk smiling o'er this paradise, above the frequent feudal towers. Through green leaves lift their walls of gray, and many a rock which steeply lowers, and noble arch in proud decay look o'er this veil of vintage bowers. But one thing want these banks of Rhine, thy gentle hand to clasp in mine.
I send the lilies given to me, though long before thy hand they touch, I know that they must withered be, but yet reject them not as such. For I have cherished them as dear, because they yet may meet thine eye, and guide thy soul to mine in here, when thou behold'st them drooping nigh. And Nost them gathered by the Rhine, and offered from my heart to thine. The river nobly foams and flows the charm of this enchanted ground, and all its thousand turns disclose some fresher beauty varying round. The haughtiest breast its wish might bound, through life to dwell delighted here, nor could on earth a spot be found to nature, and to me so dear, could thy dear eyes in following mine. Still sweetened more, these banks of Rhine.
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8 08 - The Castled Crag of Drachenfels - KAZ 2:34
The Kesselcrag of Drachenfels by George Gordon, Lord Byron.
The castled crag of Drachenfels frowns over the wide and winding Rhine. Whose breast of waters broadly swells between the banks which bear the vine, and hills all rich with blossom trees, and fields which promise corn and wine, and scattered cities crowning these, whose far white walls along them shine, have strewed a scene which I should see with double joy, wert thou with me. And peasant girls with deep blue eyes, and hands which offer early flowers, walk smiling o'er this paradise. Above the frequent feudal towers, through green leaves lift their walls of gray, and many a rock which steeply lowers, a noble arch in proud decay, look o'er this vale of vintage bowers. But one thing want these banks of Rhine, thy gentle hand to clasp in mine.
I send the lilies given to me. Though long before thy hand they touch, I know that they must withered be. But yet reject them not as such, for I have cherished them as dear, because they yet may meet thine eye. And guide thy soul to mine in here, when thou behold'st them drooping nigh, and know'st them gathered by the Rhine, and offered from my heart to thine. The river nobly foams and flows the charm of this enchanted ground, and all its thousand turns disclose some fresher beauty varying round. The haughtiest breast its wish might bound through life to dwell delighted here. Nor could on earth a spot be found to nature and to me so dear. Could thy dear eyes in following mine still sweeten more these banks of Rhine.
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9 09 - The Castled Crag of Drachenfels - KLA 2:44
Your Book Voice on 7th September, 2021, at Mesa, Arizona. The castled crag of Drachenfels frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, whose breast of waters broadly swells, Between the banks which bear the vine, and hills all rich with blossom-trees, and fields which promise corn and wine, and scatter'd cities crowning these, whose far white walls along them shine, have strew'd a scene which I should see. With double joy wert thou with me. And peasant girls with deep blue eyes and hands which offer early flowers, Walk smiling o'er this paradise. Above, the frequent feudal towers, Through green leaves lift their walls of gray, And many a rock which steeply lowers, And noble arch in proud decay. Look o'er this vale of vintage bowers, But one thing want these banks of Rhine, Thy gentle hand to clasp in mine.
I send the lilies given to me, though long before thy hand they touch. I know that they must withered be, but yet reject them not as such, for I have cherished them as dear, because they yet may meet thine eye, and guide thy soul to mine, e'en here, when thou beholdest them. Drooping nigh, and knowest them gathered by the Rhine, and offered from my heart to thine. The river nobly foams and flows the charm of this enchanted ground, and all its thousand turns disclose some fresher beauty varying round. The haughtiest breast its wish might bound, through life to dwell delighted here. Nor could on earth a spot be found to nature and to me so dear. Could thy dear eyes and following mine still sweeten more these banks of Rhine.
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10 10 - The Castled Crag of Drachenfels - LCW 2:19
The Castled Crag of Drachenfels The Castled Crag of Drachenfels frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, Whose breast of waters broadly swells between the banks which bear the vine, And hills all rich with blossomed trees, And fields which promise corn and wine, and scattered cities crowning these, whose far white walls along them shine, have strewed seen, which I should see, with double joy, wert thou with me. And peasant girls with deep blue eyes, and hands which offer early flowers, walk smiling o'er this paradise. Above the frequent feudal towers, Though green leaves lift their walls of gray, and many a rock which steeply lowers, and noble arch in proud decay, look o'er this vale at vintage bowers, but one thing want these banks of Rhine, thy gentle hand to clasp in mine.
I send the lilies given to me, though long before thy hand they touch, I know that they must withered be, but yet reject them not as such. For I have cherished them as dear, because they yet may meet thine eye, and guide thy soul to mine, e'en here, when thou behold'st them drooping nigh, and knowest them gathered by the Rhine, and offered from my heart to thine. The river nobly foams and flows, the charms of this enchanted ground, and all its thousand turns disclose some fresher beauty, Varying round, the haughtiest breast its wish might bound, through life to dwell delighted here. Nor could on earth a spot be found to nature and to me so dear. Could thy dear eyes, in following mine, still sweeten more these banks of Rhine.
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11 11 - The Castled Crag of Drachenfels - LS 2:24
The Castled Crag of Drock and Faith frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine, whose breast of waters broadly swells between the banks which bear the vine, and hills all rich with blossomed trees. And fields which promise corn and wine, and scattered cities crowning these, whose far white walls along them shine, have strewed a scene which I should see, with double joy wert thou with me. And peasant girls with deep blue eyes, and hands which offer early flowers, walk smiling o'er this paradise, above the frequent feudal towers. Through green leaves lift their walls of gray, and many a rock which steeply lowers, and noble arch in proud decay, look o'er this veil of vintage bowers. But one thing want these banks of Rhine thy gentle hand to clasp in mine.
I send the lilies given to me, though long before thy hand they touch, I know that they must withered be. But yet reject them not as such. For I have cherished them as dear, because they yet may meet thine eye, and guide thy soul to mine e'en here, when thou beholdest them drooping nigh, and knowest them gathered by the Rhine, and offered from my heart to thine. The river nobly foams and flows, the charm of this enchanted ground, and all its thousand turns disclose, Some fresher beauty, varying round. The haughtiest breast its wish might bound, through life to dwell delighted here. Nor could on earth a spot be found, to nature and to me so dear. Could thy dear eyes, in following mine, still sweeten more these banks of Rhine?
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12 12 - The Castled Crag of Drachenfels - VR 2:53
The castled crag of Duck and Thales The castled crag of Duck and Thales Frowns o'er the wide and winding Rhine Whose breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine and hills, All rich with blossomed trees and fields Which promise corn and wine, And scattered cities crowning these Whose far white walls along them shine, Have strewed a scene which I should see With double joy where thou, And peasant girls with deep blue eyes, And hands which offer early flowers, Walk smiling over this paradise. Above the frequent feudal towers, Through green leaves lift their walls of gray, And many a rock which steeply lowers, And noble arch in proud decay. Look o'er this vale of vintage bowers.
But one thing won't these banks of Rhine, Thy gentle hand to clasp in mine. I send the lilies given to me, Though long before thy hand they touch, I know that they must withered be. But yet reject them not as such, for I have cherished them as dear, because they yet may meet thine eye, and guide thy soul to mine e'en here, when thou behold'st them drooping nigh, and know'st them gathered by the Rhine, and offered from my heart to thine. The river nobly forms and flows the charm of this enchanted ground, and all its thousand turns disclose some fresher beauty varying round. The haughtiest breast its wish might bound through life to dwell delighted here. Nor could on earth a spot be found to nature and to me so dear.
Could thy dear eyes, in following mine, still sweeten more these banks of Rhine?