 Winter, by William Shakespeare. But for Levervox died, or by Caliban. When icicles hang by the wall, and Dick the Shepherd blows his nail, then Tom bids logs into the hall, and milk comes frozen home in bale. When blood is nipped and weighs peep-howl, the nightly sings the staring-hole. To woot, to it, to woot! A merry note, while greasy tone doth kill the pot. When, all about the wind hath blow, and copping drowns the parson's saw, and birds sit brooding in the snow, and merry in snows look red and raw. When roasted crabs hiss in the bull, the nightly sings the staring-hole. To woot, to it, to woot! A merry note, while greasy tone doth kill the pot. And the poem. This recording is in the public domain. Winter, by William Shakespeare. Read for Levervox.org, by Clarica. When icicles hang by the wall, and Dick the Shepherd blows his nail, and Tom bids logs into the hall, and milk comes frozen home in bale. When blood is nipped and weighs peep-howl, then nightly sings the staring-hole. To woot, to it, to woot! A merry note, while greasy tone doth kill the pot. When, all around the wind hath blow, and copping drowns the parson's saw, and birds sit brooding in the snow, and merry in snows looks red and raw. When roasted crabs hiss in the bull, then nightly sings the staring-hole. To woot, to it, to woot! A merry note, while greasy tone doth kill the pot. Winter, by William Shakespeare. Read for Levervox.org, by Chris Caron. When icicles hang by the wall, and Dick the Shepherd blows his nail, and Tom bids logs into the hall, and milk comes frozen home in bale. When blood is nipped and weighs peep-howl, when nightly sings the staring-hole. To woot, to it, to woot! A merry note, while greasy tone doth near the pot. When, all around the wind hath blow, and copping drowns the parson's saw, and birds sit brooding in the snow, and merry in snows looks red and raw. When roasted crabs hiss in the bull, then nightly sings the staring-hole. To woot, to it, to woot! A merry note, while greasy tone doth near the pot. Winter, by William Shakespeare. Read for Levervox.org, by Chris Caron. When icicles hang by the wall, and Dick the Shepherd blows his nail, and Tom bids logs into the hall, and milk comes frozen home in bale. When blood is nipped and weighs peep-howl, then nightly sings the staring-hole. To woot, to it, to woot! A merry note, while greasy tone doth near the pot. When, all around the wind hath blow, and copping drowns the parson's saw, and birds sit brooding in the snow, and merry in snows looks red and raw. When roasted crabs hiss in the bull, then nightly sings the staring-hole. To woot, to it, to woot! A merry note, while greasy tone doth near the pot. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Winter, by William Shakespeare. Read for Levervox.org, by Cyril. When icicles hang by the wall, and Dick the Shepherd blows his nail, and Tom bids logs into the hall, and milk comes frozen home in bale. When blood is nipped and weighs peep-howl, then nightly sings the staring-hole. To woot, to it, to woot! A merry note, while greasy tone doth kill the pot. When, all around the wind hath blow, and copping drowns the parson's saw, and birds sit brooding in the snow, and merry in snows looks red and raw. When roasted crabs hiss in the bull, then nightly sings the staring-hole. To woot, to it, to woot! A merry note, while greasy tone doth kill the pot. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Winter, by William Shakespeare. Read for Levervox.org, by Denna Milinger in January 2010. When icicles hang by the wall, and Dick the Shepherd blows his nail, and Tom bids logs into the hall, and milk comes frozen home in bale. When blood is nipped and weighs peep-howl, then nightly sings the staring-hole. To woot, to it, to woot! A merry note, while greasy tone doth kill the pot. When, all around the wind hath blow, and copping drowns the parson's saw, and birds sit brooding in the snow, and merry in snows looks red and raw. When roasted crabs hiss in the bull, then nightly sings the staring-hole. To woot, to it, to woot! A merry note, while greasy tone doth kill the pot. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Winter, by William Shakespeare. Read for Levervox.org, by David Lawrence. When icicles hang by the wall, and Dick the Shepherd blows his nail, and Tom bids logs into the hall, and milk comes frozen home in bale. When blood is nipped and weighs peep-howl, then nightly sings the staring-hole. To woot, to it, to woot! A merry note, while greasy tone doth kill the pot. When, all around the wind hath blow, and copping drowns the parson's saw, and birds sit brooding in the snow, and merry in snows looks red and raw. When roasting crabs hiss in the bull, then nightly sings the staring-hole. To woot, to it, to woot! A merry note, while greasy tone doth kill the pot. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Winter, by William Shakespeare. Read for Levervox.org, by Ellie. When icicles hang by the wall, and Dick the Shepherd blows his nail, and Tom bids logs into the hall, and milk comes frozen home in bale. When blood is nipped and weighs peep-howl, then nightly sings the staring-hole. To woot, to it, to woot! A merry note, while greasy tone doth kill the pot. When, all around the wind hath blow, and copping drowns the parson's saw, and birds sit brooding in the snow, and merry in snows looks red and raw. When roasting crabs hiss in the bull, then nightly sings the staring-hole. To woot, to it, to woot! A merry note, while greasy tone doth kill the pot. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Winter, by William Shakespeare. Read for Levervox.org, by James O'Connor. December 2009. When icicles hang by the wall, and Dick the Shepherd blows his nail, and Tom bids logs into the hall, and milk comes frozen home in bale. When blood is nipped and weighs peep-howl, then nightly sings the staring-hole. To woot, to it, to woot! A merry note, while greasy tone doth kill the pot. When, all around the wind hath blow, and copping drowns the parson's saw, and birds sit brooding in the snow, and merry in snows looks red and raw. When roasted crabs hiss in the bull, then nightly sings the staring-hole. To woot! A merry note, while greasy tone doth kill the pot. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Winter, by William Shakespeare. Read for Levervox.org, by Jonathan R. Jackson. When icicles hang by the wall, and Dick the Shepherd blows his nail, and Tom bids logs into the hall, and milk comes frozen home in bale. When blood is nipped and weighs peep-howl, then nightly sings the staring-hole. To woot! To it, to woot! A merry note, while greasy tone doth kill the pot. When, all around the wind hath blow, and copping drowns the parson's saw, and birds sit brooding in the snow, and merry in snows looks red and raw. When roasted crabs hiss in the bull, then nightly sings the staring-hole. To woot! To it, to woot! A merry note, while greasy tone doth kill the pot. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Winter, by William Shakespeare. Read for Levervox.org, by Linda Lee Paquette. When icicles hang by the wall, and Dick the Shepherd blows his nail, and Tom bids logs into the hall, and milk comes frozen home in bale. When blood is nipped and weighs peep-howl, then nightly sings the staring-hole. To woot! To it, to woot! A merry note, while greasy tone doth kill the pot. When, all around the wind hath blow, and coughing drowns the parson's saw, and birds sit brooding in the snow, and merry in snows looks red and raw. When roasted crabs hiss in the bull, then nightly sings the staring-hole. To woot! To it, to woot! A merry note, while greasy tone doth kill the pot. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Winter, by William Shakespeare. Read for Levervox.org, by Mike Vendetti. When icicles hang by the wall, and Dick the Shepherd blows his nail, and Tom bids logs into the hall, and milk comes frozen home in bale. When blood is nipped and weighs peep-howl, then nightly sings the staring-hole. To woot! To it, to woot! A merry note, while greasy tone doth kill the pot. When, all around the wind hath doth blow, and coughing drowns the parson's saw, and birds sit brooding in the snow, and merry in snows looks red and raw. When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, when nightly sings the staring-hole. To woot! To it, to woot! A merry note, while greasy tone doth kill the pot. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Winter, by William Shakespeare. Read for Levervox.org, by Matthew Hill. When icicles hang by the wall, and Dick the Shepherd blows his nail, and Tom bears logs into the hall, and milk comes frozen home in pale. When blood is nipped and weighty foul, then nightly sings the staring-hole. To woot! To it, to woot! A merry note, while greasy tone doth kill the pot. When, all around the wind hath blow, and coughing drowns the parson's saw, and birds sit brooding in the snow, and merry in snows looks red and raw, when roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, the nightly sings the staring-hole. To woot! To it, to woot! A merry note, while greasy tone doth kill the pot. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Winter, by William Shakespeare. Read for Levervox.org, by Neelu Ayur. When icicles hang by the wall, and Dick the Shepherd blows his nail, and Tom bears logs into the hall, and milk comes frozen home in pale. When blood is nipped and weighs be foul, then nightly sings the staring-hole. To woot! To it, to woot! A merry note, while greasy tone doth kill the pot. When, all around the wind hath blow, and coughing drowns the parson's saw, and birds sit brooding in the snow, and merry in snows looks red and raw, when trusted crabs hiss in the bow. Then nightly sings the staring-hole. To woot! To it, to woot! A merry note, while greasy tone doth kill the pot. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Winter, by William Shakespeare. Read for Levervox.org, by Ruth Golding. When icicles hang by the wall, and Dick the Shepherd blows his nail, and Tom bears logs into the hall, and milk comes frozen home in pale. When blood is nipped and weighs be foul, then nightly sings the staring-hole. To woot! To it, to woot! A merry note, while greasy tone doth kill the pot. When all about the wind doth blow, and coughing drowns the parson's sore, and birds sit brooding in the snow, and merry in snows looks red and raw, when roasted crabs hiss in the bowl. Then nightly sings the staring-hole. To woot! To it, to woot! A merry note, while greasy tone doth kill the pot. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Winter, by William Shakespeare. Read for Levervox.org, by Raven Notation. When icicles hang by the wall, and Dick the Shepherd blows his nail, and Tom bears logs into the hall, and milk comes frozen home in pale. When blood is nipped and weighs be foul, then nightly sings the staring-hole. To woot! To it, to woot! A merry note, while greasy tone doth kill the pot. When all about the wind doth blow, and coughing drowns the parson's sore, and birds sit brooding in the snow, and merry in snows looks red and raw, when roasted craps hiss in the bowl. Then nightly sings the staring-hole. To woot! To it, to woot! A merry note, while greasy tone doth kill the pot. End of poem.