 THE BROKEN ORR By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Gachuk Once upon Iceland's solitary strand A poet wandered with his book and pen Seeking some final word, some sweet amen Wherewith to close the volume in his hand The billows rolled and plunged upon the sand The circling seagulls swept beyond his ken And from the parting cloud-rack now and then Flashed the red sunset over sea and land Then by the billows at his feet was tossed A broken ore and carved thereon He read, oft was I weary when I toiled at thee And like a man who findeth what was lost He wrote the words, then lifted up his head And flung his useless pen into the sea End of poem, this recording is in the public domain THE BROKEN ORR By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Read for LibriVox.org by Caitlin Buckley Once upon Iceland's solitary strand A poet wandered with his book and pen Seeking some final word, some sweet amen Wherewith to close the volume in his hand The billows rolled and plunged upon the sand The circling seagulls swept beyond his ken And from the parting cloud-rack now and then Flashed the red sunset over sea and land Then by the billows at his feet was tossed A broken ore and carved thereon he read oft was I weary when I toiled at thee And like a man who findeth what was lost He wrote the words, then lifted up his head And flung his useless pen into the sea End of poem, this recording is in the public domain THE BROKEN ORR By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Read for LibriVox.org by Chad Horner From Ballyclair, in County Antrim, Northern Ireland Set you at it in the northeast of the island of Ireland Once upon Iceland solitary strand A poet wandered with his book and pen Seeking some final word, some sweet amen Wherewith to close the volume in his hand The billows rolled and plunged upon the sand The circling seagulls swept beyond his ken And from the parting cloud-rack now and then Flashed the red sunset over sea and land Then by the billows at his feet was tossed A broken ore, and carved thereon he read oft was I weary when I toiled at thee And like a man who findeth what was lost He wrote the words, then lifted up his head And flung his useless pen into the sea End of poem, this recording is in the public domain THE BROKEN ORR By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Read for LibriVox.org by Chris Pyle Once upon Iceland solitary strand A poet wandered with his book and pen Seeking some final words, some sweet amen Wherewith to close the volume in his hand The billows rolled and plunged upon the sand The circling seagulls swept beyond his ken And from the parting cloud-rack now and then Flashed the red sunset over sea and land Then by the billows at his feet was tossed A broken ore, and carved thereon he read oft was I weary when I toiled at thee And like a man who findeth what was lost He wrote the words, then lifted up his head And flung his useless pen into the sea End of poem, this recording is in the public domain THE BROKEN ORR By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Read for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence Once upon Iceland solitary strand A poet wandered with his book and pen Seeking some final word, some sweet amen Wherewith to close the volume in his hand The billows rolled and plunged upon the sand The circling seagulls swept beyond his ken And from the parting cloud-rack now and then Flashed the red sunset over sea and land Then by the billows at his feet was tossed A broken ore, and carved thereon he read oft was I weary when I toiled at thee And like a man who findeth what was lost He wrote the words, then lifted up his head And flung his useless pen into the sea End of poem, this recording is in the public domain THE BROKEN ORR By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Read for LibriVox.org by Newgate Novelist Once upon Iceland's solitary strand A poet wandered with his book and pen Seeking some final word, some sweet amen Wherewith to close the volume in his hand The billows rolled and plunged upon the sand The circling seagulls swept beyond his ken And from the parting cloud-rack now and then Flashed the red sunset over sea and land Then by the billows at his feet was tossed A broken ore, and carved thereon he read oft was I weary when I toiled at thee And like a man who findeth what was lost He wrote the words, then lifted up his head And flung his useless pen into the sea End of poem, this recording is in the public domain THE BROKEN ORR By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Read for LibriVox.org by Ezekiel Once upon Iceland's solitary strand A poet wandered with his book and pen Seeking some final word, some sweet amen Wherewith to close the volume in his hand The billows rolled and plunged upon the sand The circling seagulls swept beyond his ken And from the parting cloud-rack now and then Flashed the red sunset over sea and land Then by the billows at his feet was tossed A broken ore, and carved thereon he read oft was I weary when I toiled at thee And like a man who findeth what was lost He wrote the words, then lifted up his head And flung his useless pen into the sea End of poem, this recording is in the public domain THE BROKEN ORR By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Read for LibriVox.org by Garth Burton Once upon Iceland's solitary strand A poet wandered with his book and pen Seeking some final word, some sweet amen Wherewith to close the volume in his hand The billows rolled and plunged upon the sand The circling seagulls swept beyond his ken And from the parting cloud-rack now and then Flashed the red sunset over sea and land Then by the billows at his feet was tossed A broken ore, and carved thereon he read oft was I weary when I toiled at thee And like a man who findeth what was lost He wrote the words, then lifted up his head And flung his useless pen into the sea End of poem, this recording is in the public domain THE BROKEN ORR By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Read for LibriVox.org by Garfield De Souza Once upon Iceland's solitary strand A poet wandered with his book and pen Seeking some final word, some sweet amen Wherewith to close the volume in his hand The billows rolled and plunged upon the sand The circling seagulls swept beyond his ken And from the parting cloud-rack now and then Flashed the red sunset over sea and land Then by the billows at his feet was tossed A broken ore, and carved thereon he read oft was I weary when I toiled at thee And like a man who findeth what was lost He wrote the words, then lifted up his head And flung his useless pen into the sea End of poem, this recording is in the public domain The billows rolled and plunged upon the sand The circling seagulls swept beyond his ken And from the parting cloud-rack now and then Flashed the red sunset over sea and land Then by the billows at his feet was tossed A broken ore, and carved thereon he read oft was I weary when I toiled at thee And like a man who findeth what was lost He wrote the words, then lifted up his head And flung his useless pen into the sea End of poem, this recording is in the public domain The billows rolled and plunged upon the sand The circling seagulls swept beyond his ken And from the parting cloud-rack now and then Flashed the red sunset over sea and land Then by the billows at his feet was tossed A broken ore, and carved thereon he read oft was I weary when I toiled at thee And like a man who findeth what was lost He wrote the words, then lifted up his head And flung his useless pen into the sea End of poem, this recording is in the public domain The billows rolled and plunged upon the sand The circling seagulls swept beyond his ken And from the parting cloud-rack now and then Flashed the red sunset over sea and land Then by the billows at his feet was tossed A broken ore, and carved thereon he read oft was I weary when I toiled at thee And like a man who findeth what was lost He wrote the words, then lifted up his head And flung his useless pen into the sea End of poem, this recording is in the public domain End of poem, this recording is in the public domain End of poem, this recording is in the public domain End of poem, this recording is in the public domain O Wulewala Once upon Iceland's solitary strand A poet wandered with his book and pen Seeking some final word, some sweet amen Were with to close the volume in his hand Seeking some final word, some sweet amen Were with to close the volume in his hand The billows rolled and plunged upon the sand The circling seagulls swept beyond his ken The circling seagulls swept beyond his ken And from the parting cloud-rack now and then Flashed the red sunset over sea and land And from the parting cloud-rack now and then Flashed the red sunset over sea and land Then, by the bellows at his feet was tossed a broken oar, and calfed thereon he read, oft was I weary when I toiled at thee. And like a man who findeth what was lost, he wrote the words, then lifted up his head, and flung his useless pen into the sea. End of poem This recording is in the public domain. The Broken Oar by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Read for LibriVox.org by Craig Franklin Once upon Iceland's solitary strand, a poet wandered with his book and pen, seeking some final word, some sweet amen, wherewith to close the volume in his hand. The bellows rolled and plunged upon the sand, the circling seagulls swept beyond his ken, and from the parting cloud-rack, now and then, flashed the red sunset over sea and land. Then by the bellows at his feet was tossed a broken oar, and calfed thereon he read, oft was I weary when I toiled at thee. And like a man who findeth what was lost, he wrote the words, then lifted up his head, and flung his useless pen into the sea. End of poem This recording is in the public domain. The Broken Oar by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Read for LibriVox.org by Karenzer Ryan Once upon Iceland's solitary strand, a poet wandered with his book and pen, seeking some final word, some sweet amen, wherewith to close the volume in his hand. The bellows rolled and plunged upon the sand, the circling seagulls swept beyond his ken, and from the parting cloud-rack, now and then, flashed the red sunset over sea and land. Then by the bellows at his feet was tossed a broken oar, and calfed thereon he read, oft was I weary when I toiled at thee. And like a man who findeth what was lost, he wrote the words, then lifted up his head, and flung his useless pen into the sea. End of poem This recording is in the public domain. The Broken Oar by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett Once upon Iceland's solitary strand, a poet wandered with his book and pen, seeking some final word, some sweet amen, wherewith to close the volume in his hand. The bellows rolled and plunged upon the sand, the circling seagulls swept beyond his ken, and from the parting cloud-rack, now and then, flashed the red sunset over sea and land. Then by the bellows at his feet was tossed a broken oar, and carved thereon he read, oft was I weary when I toiled at thee. And like a man who findeth what was lost, he wrote the words, then lifted up his head, and flung his useless pen into the sea. End of poem This recording is in the public domain. The Broken Oar by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Read for LibriVox.org by Larry Wilson Once upon Iceland's solitary strand, a poet wandered with his book and pen, seeking some final word, some sweet amen, wherewith to close the volume in his hand. The bellows rolled and plunged upon the sand, the circling seagulls swept beyond his ken, and from the parting cloud-rack, now and then, flashed the red sunset over sea and land. Then by the bellows at his feet was tossed a broken oar, and carved thereon he read, oft was I weary when I toiled at thee. And like a man who findeth what was lost, he wrote the words, then lifted up his head, and flung his useless pen into the sea. End of poem This recording is in the public domain. The Broken Oar by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Read for LibriVox.org by Voice and B-17 Once upon Iceland's solitary strand, a poet wandered with his book and pen, seeking some final word, some sweet amen, wherewith to close the volume in his hand. The bellows rolled and plunged upon the sand, the circling seagulls swept beyond his ken, and from the parting cloud-rack, now and then, flashed the red sunset over sea and land. Then by the bellows at his feet was tossed a broken oar, and carved thereon he read, oft was I weary when I toiled at thee. And like a man who findeth what was lost, he wrote the words, then lifted up his head, and flung his useless pen into the sea. End of poem This recording is in the public domain. The Broken Oar by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Read for LibriVox.org by Nima Once upon Iceland's solitary strand, a poet wandered with his book and pen, seeking some final word, some sweet amen, wherewith to close the volume in his hand. The bellows rolled and plunged upon the sand, the circling seagulls swept beyond his ken, and from the parting cloud-rack, now and then, flashed the red sunset over sea and land. Then by the bellows at his feet was tossed a broken oar, and carved thereon he read, oft was I weary when I toiled at thee. And like a man who findeth what was lost, he wrote the words, then lifted up his head, and flung his useless pen into the sea. End of poem This recording is in the public domain. The Broken Oar by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Read by Paul Douglas Collister May 16, 2020, Lee Wood, Kansas Once upon Iceland's solitary strand, a poet wandered with his book and pen, seeking some final word, some sweet amen, wherewith to close the volume in his hand. The bellows rolled and plunged upon the sand, the circling seagulls swept beyond his ken, and from the parting cloud-rack, now and then, flashed the red sunset over sea and land. Then by the bellows at his feet was tossed a broken oar, and carved thereon he read, oft was I weary when I toiled at thee. And like a man who findeth what was lost, he wrote the words, then lifted up his head, and flung his useless pen into the sea. End of poem This recording is in the public domain. The Broken Oar by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Read for LibriVox.org by Phil Shempf Once upon Iceland's solitary strand, a poet wandered with his book and pen, seeking some final word, some sweet amen, wherewith to close the volume in his hand. The bellows rolled and plunged upon the sand, the circling seagulls swept beyond his ken, and from the parting cloud-rack, now and then, flashed the red sunset over sea and land. Then by the bellows at his feet was tossed a broken oar, and carved thereon he read, oft was I weary when I toiled at thee. And like a man who findeth what was lost, he wrote the words, then lifted up his head, and flung his useless pen into the sea. End of poem This recording is in the public domain. The Broken Oar by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Read for LibriVox.org by Ragu Pradeep Nair Once upon Iceland's solitary strand, a poet wandered with his book and pen, seeking some final word, some sweet amen, wherewith to close the volume in his hand. The bellows rolled and plunged upon the sand, the circling seagulls swept beyond his ken, and from the parting cloud-rack, now and then, flashed the red sunset over sea and land. Then by the bellows at his feet was tossed a broken oar, and carved thereon he read, oft was I weary when I toiled at thee. And like a man who findeth what was lost, he wrote the words, then lifted up his head, and flung his useless pen into the sea. End of poem This recording is in the public domain. The Broken Oar by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Read for LibriVox.org by Rumpled Poetry Once upon Iceland's solitary strand, a poet wandered with his book and pen, seeking some final word, some sweet amen, wherewith to close the volume in his hand. The bellows rolled and plunged upon the sand, the circling seagulls swept beyond his ken, and from the parting cloud-rack, now and then, flashed the red sunset over sea and land. Then by the bellows at his feet was tossed a broken oar, and carved thereon he read, oft was I weary when I toiled at thee. And like a man who findeth what was lost, he wrote the words, then lifted up his head, and flung his useless pen into the sea. End of poem This recording is in the public domain. The Broken Oar by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Read for LibriVox.org by Soxford Tech Once upon Iceland's solitary strand, a poet wandered with his book and pen, seeking some final word, some sweet amen, wherewith to close the volume in his hand. The bellows rolled and plunged upon the sand, the circling seagulls swept beyond his ken, and from the parting cloud-rack, now and then, flashed the red sunset over sea and land. Then by the bellows at his feet was tossed a broken oar, and carved thereon he read, oft was I weary when I toiled at thee. And like a man who findeth what was lost, he wrote the words, then lifted up his head, and flung his useless pen into the sea. End of poem This recording is in the public domain. The Broken Oar by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Read for LibriVox.org by Wayne Cook Once upon Iceland's solitary strand, a poet wandered with his book and pen, seeking some final word, some sweet amen, wherewith to close the volume in his hand. The bellows rolled and plunged upon the sand, the circling seagulls swept beyond his ken, and from the parting cloud-rack, now and then, flashed the red sunset over sea and land. Then by the bellows at his feet was tossed a broken oar, and carved thereon he read, oft was I weary when I toiled at thee. And like a man who findeth what was lost, he wrote the words, then lifted up his head, and flung his useless pen into the sea. End of poem This recording is in the public domain.