 Summer Evening by John Clare, read for LibriVox.org by Anna Roberts. The frog, half fearful, jumps across the path, and little mouse that leaves its hole at eve nimbles with timid dread beneath the swath, my rustling steps awhile their joys deceive, till past, and then the cricket sings more strong, and grasshoppers in merry moods still wear the short night weary with their fretting song. Up from behind the mole hill jumps the hare, cheat of his chosen bed, and from the bank the yellow hammer flutters in short fears, from off its nest hid in the grasses rank, and drops again when no more noise adheres. Thus, nature's human link and endless thrall, proud man, still seems the enemy of all. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Summer Evening by John Clare, read for LibriVox.org by Diana Meilinger in July 2009. The frog, half fearful, jumps across the path, and little mouse that leaves its hole at eve nimbles with timid dread beneath the swath, my rustling steps awhile their joys deceive, till past, and then the cricket sings more strong, and grasshoppers in merry moods still wear the short night weary with their fretting song. Up from behind the mole hill jumps the hare, cheat of his chosen bed, and from the bank the yellow hammer flutters in short fears, from off its nest hid in the grasses rank, and drops again when no more noise adheres. Thus, nature's human link and endless thrall, proud man, still seems the enemy of all. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Summer Evening by John Clare, read for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence. The frog, half fearful, jumps across the path, and little mouse that leaves its hole at eve nimbles with timid dread beneath the swath, my rustling steps awhile their joys deceive, till past, and then the cricket sings more strong, and grasshoppers in merry moods still wear the short night weary with their fretting song. Up from behind the mole hill jumps the hare, cheat of his chosen bed, and from the bank the yellow hammer flutters in short fears, from off its nest hid in the grasses rank, and drops again when no more noise adheres. Thus nature's human link and endless thrall, proud man, still seems the enemy of all. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Summer Evening by John Clare, read for LibriVox.org by David Barnes. The frog, half fearful, jumps across the path, and little mouse that leaves its hole at eve nimbles with timid dread beneath the swath, my rustling steps awhile their joys deceive, till past, and then the cricket sings more strong, and grasshoppers in merry moods still wear the short night weary with their fretting song. Up from behind the mole hill jumps the hare, cheat of his chosen bed, and from the bank the yellow hammer flutters in short fears, from off its nest hid in the grasses rank, and drops again when no more noise adheres. Thus nature's human link and endless thrall, proud man, still seems the enemy of all. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Summer Evening by John Clare, read for LibriVox.org by Ernst Batinama. The frog, half fearful, jumps across the path, and little mouse that leaves its hole at eve nimbles with timid dread beneath the swath, my rustling steps awhile their joys deceive till past, and then the cricket sings more strong, and grasshoppers in merry moods still wear the short night weary with their fretting song. Up from behind the mole hill jumps the hare, cheat of his chosen bed, and from the bank the yellow hammer flutters in short fears, from off its nest hid in the grasses rank, and drops again when no more noise adheres. Thus nature's human link and endless thrall, proud man, still seems the enemy of all. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Summer Evening by John Clare, read for LibriVox.org by Jay Schwab. The frog, half fearful, jumps across the path, and little mouse that leaves its hole at eve nimbles with timid dread beneath the swath, my rustling steps awhile their joys deceive till past, and then the cricket sings more strong, and grasshoppers in merry moods still wear the short night weary with their fretting song. Up from behind the mole hill jumps the hare, cheat of his chosen bed, and from the bank the yellow hammer flutters in short fears, from off its nest hid in the grasses rank, and drops again when no more noise adheres. Thus nature's human link and endless thrall, proud man, still seems the enemy of all. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Summer Evening by John Clare, read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett. The frog, half fearful, jumps across the path, and little mouse that leaves its hole at eve nimbles with timid dread beneath the swath, my rustling steps awhile their joys deceive till past, and then the cricket sings more strong, and grasshoppers in merry moods still wear the short night weary with their fretting song. Up from behind the mole hill jumps the hare, cheat of his chosen bed, and from the bank the yellow hammer flutters in short fears, from off its nest hid in the grasses rank, and drops again when no more noise adheres. Thus nature's human link and endless thrall, proud man, still seems the enemy of all. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Summer Evening by John Clare, read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett. The frog, half fearful, jumps across the path, and little mouse that leaves its hole at eve, nimbles with timid dread beneath the swath, my rustling steps awhile their joys deceive till past, and then the cricket sings more strong, and grasshoppers in merry moods still wear the short night weary with their fretting song. Up from behind the mole hill jumps the hare, cheat of his chosen bed, and from the bank the yellow hammer flutters in short fears, from off its nest hid in the grasses rank, and drops again when no more noise adheres. Thus nature's human link and endless thrall, proud man, still seems the enemy of all. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Summer Evening by John Clare, read for LibriVox.org by Ryan Duramos. The frog, half fearful, jumps across the path, and little mouse that leaves its hole at eve, nimbles with timid dread beneath the swath, my rustling steps awhile their joys deceive till past, and then the cricket sings more strong, and grasshoppers in merry moods still wear the short night weary with their fretting song. Up from behind the mole hill jumps the hare, cheat of his chosen bed, and from the bank the yellow hammer flutters in short fears, from off its nest hid in the grasses rank, and drops again when no more noise adheres. Thus nature's human link and endless thrall, proud man, still seems the enemy of all. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Summer Evening by John Clare, read for LibriVox.org by Revan Notasian. The frog, half fearful, jumps across the path, and little mouse that leaves its hole at eve, nimbles with timid dread beneath the swath, my rustling steps awhile their joys deceive till past, and then the cricket sings more strong, and grasshoppers in merry moods still wear the short night weary with their fretting song. Up from behind the mole hill jumps the hare, cheat of his chosen bed, and from the bank the yellow hammer flutters in short fears, from off its nest hid in the grasses rank, and drops again when no more noise adheres. Thus nature's human link and endless thrall, proud man, still seems the enemy of all. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Summer Evening by John Clare, read for LibriVox.org by Secrets. The frog, half fearful, jumps across the path, and little mouse that leaves its hole at eve, nimbles with timid dread beneath the swath, my rustling steps awhile their joys deceive till past, and then the cricket sings more strong, and grasshoppers in merry moods still wear the short night weary with their fretting song. Up from behind the mole hill jumps the hare, cheat of his chosen bed, and from the bank the yellow hammer flutters in short fears, from off its nest hid in the grasses rank, and drops again when no more noise adheres. Thus nature's human link and endless thrall, proud man, still seems the enemy of all. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Summer Evening by John Clare, read for LibriVox.org by Sean Michael Hogan, St. John's Newfoundland, Canada, July 30, 2009. The frog, half fearful, jumps across the path, and little mouse that leaves its hole at eve, nimbles with timid dread beneath the swath, my rustling steps awhile their joys deceive till past, and then the cricket sings more strong, and grasshoppers in merry moods still wear the short night weary with their fretting song. Up from behind the mole hill jumps the hare, cheat of his chosen bed, and from the bank the yellow hammer flutters in short fears, from off its nest hid in the grasses rank, and drops again when no more noise adheres. Thus nature's human link and endless thrall, proud man, still seems the enemy of all. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Summer Evening by John Clare, read for LibriVox.org by Symantec Noirs. The frog, half fearful, jumps across the path, and little mouse that leaves its hole at eve, nimbles with timid dread beneath the swath, my rustling steps awhile their joys deceive till past, and then the cricket sings more strong, and grasshoppers in merry moods still wear the short night weary with their fretting song. Up from behind the mole hill jumps the hare, cheat of his chosen bed, and from the bank the yellow hammer flutters in short fears, from off its nest hid in the grasses rank, and drops again when no more noise adheres. Thus nature's human link and endless thrall, proud man, still seems the enemy of all. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Summer Evening by John Clare, read for LibriVox.org by Ted Doolittle. The frog, half fearful, jumps across the path, and little mouse that leaves its hole at eve, nimbles with timid dread beneath the swath, my rustling steps awhile their joys deceive till past, and then the cricket sings more strong, and grasshoppers in merry moods still wear the short night weary with their fretting song. Up from behind the mole hill jumps the hare, cheat of his chosen bed, and from the bank the yellow hammer flutters in short fears from off its nest hid in the grasses rank, and drops again when no more noise adheres. Thus nature's human link and endless thrall, proud man, still seems the enemy of all. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain.