 Ode, Bards of Passion and of Murth, by John Keats, read for LibriVox.org, by Andrea Fiori. Bards of Passion and of Murth, ye have left your souls on earth. Have ye souls in heaven too, double-lived in regions new? Yes, and those of heaven commune, with the spheres of sun and moon, with the noise of fountains wondrous, and the parlay of voices thunderous, with the whisper of heaven's trees, and one another in soft ease. Seated on Elijah's lawns, browsed by none but deans fawns, underneath large blue bells tinted, where the daisies are rose-scented, and the rose herself has got, perfume which on earth is not, where the nightingale doth sing, not a senseless trance thing, but divine melodious truth, philosophic numbers smooth, tales and golden histories of heaven and its mysteries. Thus ye live on high in then, on the earth ye live again, and the souls ye left behind you, teach us here the way to find you, where your other souls are joing, never slumbered, never cloying. Hear your earth-born souls still speak, to mortals of their little weak, of their sorrows and delights, of their passions and their spites, of their glory and their shame, what doth strengthen and what maim. Thus ye teach us every day, wisdom, though fled far away. Bards of passion and of mirth, ye have left your souls on earth, ye have souls in heaven too, double-lived in regions new. End of poem This recording is in the public domain. Ode, Bards of Passion and of Mirth, by John Keats, read for LibriVox.org, by David Lawrence. Bards of Passion and of Mirth, have ye left your souls on earth, have ye souls in heaven too, double-lived in regions new. Yes, and those of heaven commune with the spheres of sun and moon, with the noise of fountains wondrous, and the parl of voices thunderous. With the whisper of heaven's trees and one another in soft ease, seated on Elysian lawns, browsed by none but Deans fawns. Underneath large bluebells tinted, where the daisies are rose-scented, and the rose herself has got perfume which on earth is not, where the nightingale doth sing, not a senseless, transit thing, but divine melodious truth, philosophic numbers smooth, tales and golden histories of heaven and its mysteries. Thus ye live on high, and then on the earth ye live again, and the souls ye left behind you teach us here the way to find you, where your other souls are joying, never slumbered, never cloying. Here your earth-born souls still speak to mortals of their little weak, of their sorrows and delights, of their passions and their spites, of their glory and their shame. Thus ye teach us every day wisdom, though fled far away. Bards of passion and of mirth ye have left your souls on earth, ye have souls in heaven too, double-lived, in regions new. End of poem This recording is in the public domain. Ode, Bards of Passion and of Mirth, by John Keats, read for LibriVox.org, by Ewan Baelis. Bards of Passion and of Mirth ye have left your souls on earth. Have ye souls in heaven too, double-lived, in regions new? Yes, and those who have heaven commune with the spheres of sun and moon, with the noise of fountains wondrous, and the pile of voices thunderous, with the whisper of heaven's trees, and one another in soft ease, seated on Elysian lawns, browsed by none but deans forms, underneath large bluebells tented, where the daisies are rose-scented, and the rose herself has got perfume which on earth is not, where the nightingale doth sing, not a senseless trans-head thing, but divine melodious truth, philosophic numbers smooth, tales and golden histories of heaven and its mysteries. Thus ye live on high, and then on the earth ye live again, and the souls ye left behind you teach us here the way to find you, where your other souls are joying, never slumbered, ever clawing. Here your earth-born souls still speak to mortal of their little weak, of their sorrows and delights, of their passions and their spites, of their glory and their shame, what doth strengthen and what maim. Thus ye teach us every day wisdom though fled far away. Bards of passion and of mirth ye have left your souls on earth, ye have souls in heaven too, double-lived, in regions new, end of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Oat, Bards of Passion and of Mirth, by John Keats, read for LibriVox.org by Ellie. Bards of Passion and of Mirth ye have left your souls on earth, have your souls in heaven too, double-lived, in regions new, yes, and those of heaven commune with the spheres of sun and moon, with the noise of fountains wondrous, and the pearl of voices sundrous, with the whisper of heaven's trees, and one and other in soft ease, seated on Elysian lawns, croused by none but diane's thorns, underneath large bloopers tinted, where the daisies are rose-scented, and the rose herself has got perfume, which on earth is not, where the nightingale does sing, not a senseless transit sing, but divine melodious truce, philosophic numbers smooth, tales and golden histories of heaven and its mysteries. Thus ye live on high, and then on earth ye live again. And the souls ye left behind you teach us here the way to find you, where your other souls are chewing, never slumbered, never clawing. Here your earth-bound souls still speak to mortals of the little weak, of their sorrows and delights, of their passions and despites, of their glory and their shame, but the strength and what maim does ye teach us every day, wisdom though, flat fire away. Bards of passion and of mercy ye have left your souls on earth, ye have souls in heaven too, double-lived in regions new. End of poem is recording is in the public domain. Ode, Bards of Passion and of Murth, by John Keats, read for LibriVox.org by Greg Bellman. Bards of Passion and of Murth, ye have left your souls on earth. Heavy souls in heaven too, double-lived in regions new. Yes, and those of heaven commune with the spheres of sun and moon, with the noise of fountains wondrous, and the parley of voices thunderous, with the whisper of heaven's trees, and one another in soft ease seated on the lesion lawns, browsed by none but Dian's fawns. Underneath large bluebells tinted, where the daisies are rose-scented, and the rose herself has got perfume which on earth is not, where the nightingale doth sing, not a senseless, transit thing, but divine melodious truth, philosophic numbers smooth, tales in golden histories of heaven and its mysteries. Thus ye live on high, and then on the earth ye live again, and the souls ye left behind you teach us here the way to find you, where your other souls are joying, never slumbered, never cloying. Here your earth-born souls still speak to mortals of their little weak, of their sorrows and delights, of their passions and their spights, of their glory and their shame. What doth strengthen at one maim? Thus ye teach us every day, wisdom though fled far away, bards of passion and of mirth ye have left your souls on earth, ye have souls in heaven too, double-lived in regions new. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Bards of Passion and of Murth By John Keats Read for Librivox.org By IndyGosel Bards of Passion and of Murth, ye have left your souls on earth, have ye souls in heaven too, double-lived in regions new? Yes and those of heaven commune, with the spheres of sun and moon, with the noise of Fountain's wondrous, and the pile of voices thundrous. With the whisper of Heaven's trees, with one another in soft ease, seated on Elysian lawns, browsed by none but Dion's fawns, underneath large bluebells tented, where the daisies are rose-centred, and the rose herself has got, perfume which on earth is not, where the nightingale doth sing, not a senseless, transit thing, but divine melodious truth, philosophic numbers smooth, tales and golden histories of Heaven and its mysteries. Thus ye live on high, and then on the earth ye live again, and the souls ye left behind you, teachers hear the way to find you, where your other souls are joying, never slumbered, ever clawing, hear your earth-born souls still speak, smottles of their little weak, of their sorrows and delights, of their passions and their spights, of their glory and their shame. What does strengthen, and what name? Thirsty teachers every day, wisdom though, fled far away. Bards of passion and of mirth ye have left your souls on earth, ye have souls in heaven too, double-lived in regions new. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Ode, Bards of passion and of mirth, by John Geats, read for LibriVox.org, by Gem of Life. Bards of passion and of mirth ye have left your souls on earth, have ye souls in heaven too, double-lived in regions new. Yes and those of heaven commune, with the spheres of sun and moon, with the noise of fountains wondrous, and the pile of voices thundrous, with the whisper of heaven's trees and one another in soft ease. Seated on eletion mounds, browsed by none but Diane's fawns, underneath large blue-bells scented where the daisies are, rose scented, and the rose herself has got perfume which on earth is not, where the nightingale does sing, not a senseless transit thing, but divine melodious truth, philosophic numbers smooth, tales in golden histories of heaven and its mysteries. Thus ye live on high, and then on the earth ye live again, and the souls ye left behind you teach us here the way to find you, where your other souls are joined, never slumbered, never glowing. Hear your earth-born souls still speak to mortals of their little weak, of their sorrows and delights, of their passions and their spights, of their glory and their shame, what doth strengthen and what name. Thus ye teach us every day, wisdom though fled far away, bards of passion and of mirth ye have left your souls on earth, ye have souls in heaven too, double-lived in regions new. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Ode, Bards of Passion and of Mirth, by John Keats Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett. Bards of Passion and of Mirth ye have left your souls on earth. Have ye souls in heaven too, double-lived in regions new? Yes, and those of heaven commune with the spheres of sun and moon, with the noise of fountains, wondrous, and the parl of voices, thunderous, with the whisper of heaven's trees and one another in soft ease, seated on a lesion lawns, browsed by none but Diane's fawns, underneath large blue-bells tinted, where the daisies are rose-scented, and the rose herself has got perfume which on earth is not, where the nighting-gale doth sing, not a senseless, tranced thing, but divine melodious truth, philosophic numbers smooth, tales and golden histories of heaven and its mysteries. Thus she live on high, and then on the earth ye live again, and the souls ye left behind you teach us here the way to find you where your other souls are joing, never slumbered, never clawing. Here your earth-born souls still speak to mortals of their little weak, of their sorrows and delights, of their passions and their spights, of their glory and their shame. What doth strengthen in what maim? Thus she teach us every day, wisdom, though fled far away. Bards of passion and of mirth ye have left your souls on earth, ye have souls in heaven too, double-lived in regions new. Ode. Bards of Passion and of Mirth. By John Keats. Read for LibriVox.org. By Lucy Perry. Bards of passion and of mirth ye have left your souls on earth, have ye souls in heaven too, double-lived in regions new? Yes, and those of heaven commune with the spheres of sun and moon, with the noise of fountains wondrous and the parley of voices thunderous, with the whisper of heaven's trees and one another in soft ease, seated on Elysian lawns, browsed by none but Diane's fawns, underneath large bluebells tented, where the daisies are rose-centred, and the rose herself has got perfume which on earth is not, where the nightingale doth sing, not a senseless, trancid thing, but divine melodious truth, philosophic numbers smooth, tales and golden histories of heaven and its mysteries. Thus ye live on high and then, on the earth ye live again, and the souls ye left behind you teach us here the way to find you, where your other souls are joing, never slumbered, never clawing. Here your earth-born souls still speak, to mortals of their little weak, of their sorrows and delights, of their passions and their spites, of their glory and their shame, what doth strengthen and what maim, thus ye teach us every day, wisdom though fled far away, bards of passion and of mirth, ye have left your souls on earth, ye have souls in heaven too, double-lived in regions new. Ode, Bards of Passion and Mirth, by John Keats, read for LibriVox.org, by Marianne Coleman-Hipkins, Bards of Passion and of Mirth, ye have left your souls on earth, heavy souls in heaven too, double-lived in regions new, yes, and those of heaven commune, with the spheres of sun and moon, with the noise of fountain's wondrous, and the palae of voices thundrous, with the whisper of heaven's trees and one another in softies, seated on Elysian lawns, browsed by none but Dianne's fawns. Underneath large bluebells tinted, where the daisies are rose-centred, and the rose herself has got perfume, which on earth is not, where the nighting gal doth sing not a senseless, transit thing, but defying melodious truth, philosophic numbers smooth, tales in golden histories of heaven and its mysteries. Thus she live on high and then on the earth ye live again, and the souls ye left behind you teach us here, the way to find you, where your other souls adjoin, never slumbered, never cloying. Here your earth-born souls still speak to mortals of their little weak, of their sorrows and delights, of their passions and their spites, of their glory and their shame, what doth strengthen and what maim. Thus ye teach us every day, wisdom though bled far away. Bards of passion and of mirth ye have left your souls on earth, ye have souls in heaven too, double-lived, in regions new. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. on earth. Have ye souls in heaven too, double-lived, in regions new? Yes, in those of heaven commune with the spheres of sun and moon, with the noise of fountains wondrous in the pearl of voices thunderous, with the whisper of heaven's trees and one another in soft ease, seated on Elsian lawns, browsed by none but Diane's fawns, underneath large blue-bells tinted, where the daisies are rose-scented, and the rose herself has got perfume which on earth is not. Where the nightingale doth think none of senseless, trance did think, but divine melodious truth, philosophic, numbers smooth, tales and golden histories of heaven and its mysteries. Thus ye live on high and then, on the earth ye live again, and the souls ye left behind ye, teach us here the way to find ye. Where your other souls are joined, never slumbered, never clawing, here your earth-born souls still speak to mortals of their little weak, of their sorrows and delights of their passions and their spikes, of their glory and their shame. What doth strengthen and what maim? Thus ye teach us every day, wisdom though fled far away. Bards of passion and of mirth ye have left your souls on earth, ye have souls in heaven too, double-lived, in regents new. End of poem, this poem is in the public domain. Ode, Bards of Passion and of Mirth by John Keats, read for LibriVox.org by Ruth Golding. Bards of Passion and of Mirth ye have left your souls on earth. Have ye souls in heaven too, double-lived, in regents new? Yes, and those of heaven commune with the spheres of sun and moon, with the noise of fountains wondrous, and the parl of voices sundrous. With the whisper of heaven's trees, and one another in soft ease, seated on Elysian lawns, browsed by none but Diane's thorns. Underneath large blue-bells tented, where the daisies are rose-scented, and the rose herself has got perfume which on earth is not. Where the nightingale doth sing not a senseless trancid thing, but divine melodious truth, philosophic numbers smooth, tales and golden histories of heaven and its mysteries. Thus ye live on high, and then on the earth ye live again, and the souls ye left behind you teach us here the way to find you, where your other souls are joying, never slumbered, never clawing. Here your earth-born souls still speak to mortals of their little weak, of their sorrows and delights, of their passions and their spites, of their glory and their shame, what doth strengthen and what maim. Thus ye teach us every day wisdom, though fled far away. Bards of passion and of mirth ye have left your souls on earth, ye have souls in heaven too, double-lived in regions new. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Ode, Bards of Passion and of Mirth, by John Keats, read for LibriVox.org by Robert Nerteshe. Bards of Passion and of Mirth ye have left your souls on earth, heavy souls in heaven too, double-lived in regions new. Yes, and those of heaven commune with the spheres of sun and moon, with the noise of fountains wondrous and the parlay of voices thunderous, with the whisper of heaven's trees and one another in soft ease seated on Elysian's lawns, browsed by none but Dian's fawns. Underneath large bluebells tented, where the daisies are rose-scented, and the rose herself has got perfume which on earth is not, where the nightingale doth sing not a senseless chanted thing, but divine melodious truth, philosophic, numbers smooth, tales and golden histories of heaven and its mysteries. Thus ye live on high, and then on the earth ye live again, and the souls ye left behind you teach us here the way to find you, where your other souls are joined, never slumbered, never cloying. Here your earth-born souls still speak to mortals of their little weak, of their sorrows and delights, of their passions and their spikes, of their glory and their shame, what doth strengthen and what maim. Thus ye teach us every day wisdom doth lead far away. Parts of passion and of mirth ye have left your souls on earth, we have souls in heaven too, double-lived in regions new, and a poem. This recording is in the public domain. Ode, Bards of Passion and Mirth, by John Keats, read for LibriVox.org, by Secrets. Bards of Passion and Mirth, ye have left your souls on earth. Have ye souls in heaven too, double-lived in regions new? Yes, and those of heaven commune, with the spheres of sun and moon, with the noise of fountains wondrous, and the pearl of voices thundrous, with the whisper of heaven's trees, and one another in soft ease. Sit it on, Elizand Lawns, browsed by none but Dan's fawns. Underneath large blue bells tented, where the daisies are, Rose scented, and the rose herself has got, for if you in which on earth is not. Where the nightingale doth sing, not a senseless tranced thing, but divine, melodious truth. Philosophic numbers smooth, tales and golden histories of heaven and its mysteries. Thus ye live on high, and then on the earth ye live again, and the souls ye leave behind you. Teach us here the way to find you, where your other souls are joined, never slumbered, never clawing. Here your earthbound souls still speak to mortals of their little weak, of their sorrows and delights, of their passions and their spites, of their glory and their shame. What doth strengthen, and what maim? Thus ye teach us every day, wisdom, though flared far away, parts of passion, and of mirth. Ye have left your souls on earth, ye have souls in heaven too, double lived in regions new. End of poem, this recording.