 All things contempt me by William Butler Yates, read for Librebox.org by Kellerman. 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. All Things Contempt Me by W.B. Yates, read for Librebox.org by Chance Irvin. 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. All Things Contempt Me by W.B. Yates, read for Librebox.org by Kate McDonald. 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 have but my wish. Colder and dumber and depper than a fish. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. All Things Contempt Me by W.B. Yates, read for Librebox.org by Corey Samuel. 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. All Things Contempt Me by W.B. Yates, read for Librebox.org by Algie Pug, Perth, Western Australia. 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. All Things Contempt Me by W.B. Yates, read for Librebox.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 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. All Things Can Contempt Me by W.B. Yates, read for Librebox.org by David Lawrence. All Things Can 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. All Things Can Contempt Me by W.B. Yates, read for Librebox.org by Leanne Howlett. All Things Can 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 no 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. All Things Can Contempt Me by W.B. Yates, read for Librebox.org by Leonard Wilson of Springfield O'How. All Things Can 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. All Things Can Contempt Me by W.B. Yates, read for Librebox.org by Little T. All Things Can 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. All Things Can Contempt Me by W.B. Yates, read for Librebox.org by Rosgolding. All Things Can 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. All Things Can Contempt Me by W.B. Yates, read for Librebox.org by Raven Notation. All Things Can 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. All Things Can Contempt Me by W.B. Yates, read for Librebox.org by Stephen Norman, Nashville, Indiana. All Things Can 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. All Things Can Contempt Me by W.B. Yates, read for Librebox.org by Sarah Curtis. All Things Can 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. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.