 Rememberance by Emily Bronte Red for LibriVox.org by Alan Davis Drake Cold in the earth and the deep snow piled above thee Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave Have I forgot my only love to love thee, severed at last by time's all-wearing wave? Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover over the mountains on Angora's shore, Resting their wings, where heath and fern leaves cover that noble heart forever. Evermore, cold in the earth and fifteen wild December's From these brown hills have melted into spring. Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers after such years of change and suffering. Sweet love of youth, forgive if I forget thee, While the world's tide is bearing me along. Stirner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure but cannot do thee wrong. No other sun has brightened up my heaven, No other star has ever shown for me. All my life's bliss from thy dear heart was given, All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee. And when my days of golden dreams have perished, And even despair was powerless to destroy, Then did I learn how existence might be cherished, strengthened and fed, Without the aid of joy. Then did I check my tears of useless passion, Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine, Sternely denied its burning wish to hasten Down to that grave already more than mine. And even now I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain. Once, drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again? End of Pwn This recording is in the Public Domain. Read by Alan Davis-Drake. Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover Over the mountains on Angora's shore, Resting their wings where heath and fern leaves Cover that noble heart for ever, evermore. Cold in the earth and fifteen wild December's From these brown hills have melted into spring. Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers After such years of change and suffering. Sweet love of youth, Forgive if I forget thee While the world's tide is bearing me along, Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure but cannot do thee wrong. No other sun has brightened up my heaven, No other star has ever shown for me. All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given, All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee. But when my days of golden dreams has perished, And even despair was powerless to destroy, Then did I learn how existence might be cherished, Strengthened and fed, Without the aid of joy, Then did I check my tears of useless passion, Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine, Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten down To that grave already more than mine, And even now I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memories of rapturous pain, One shrinking deep of that Divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. When the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave, Have I forgot my only love to love thee, Severed at last by times all wearing wave? Now when alone do my thoughts no longer Hover over the mountains on Angora's shore, Resting their wings where heath and fern leaves Cover that noble heart for ever, ever more. Cold in the earth and fifteen wild December's From these brown hills have melted into spring. Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers After such years of change and suffering. Sweet love of youth, forgive if I forget thee While the world's tide is bearing me along. Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure but cannot do thee wrong. No other sun has brightened up my heaven, No other star has ever shone for me. All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given, All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee. But when my days of golden dreams Had perished and even despair was powerless to destroy, Then did I learn how existence might be cherished, Strengthened and fed without the aid of joy. Then did I check my tears of useless passion, Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine, Sternely denied its burning wish To hasten down to that grave already more than mine. And even now I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memories rapturous pain, Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Cold in the dreary grave, Have I forgot my only love to love thee, Severed at last by time's all-wearing wave. Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover Over the mountains on Angora's shore, Resting their wings where heath and fern leaves cover That noble heart for ever, evermore. Cold in the earth, and fifteen wild December's from these brown hills Have melted into spring, Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers After such years of change and suffering. Sweet love of youth, Forgive if I forget thee, While the world's tide is bearing me along, Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong. No other sun has brightened up my heaven, No other star has ever shone for me. All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given, All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee. But when my days of golden dreams had perished, And even despair was powerless to destroy, Then did I learn how existence might be cherished, Strengthened and fed, without the aid of joy. Then did I check my tears of useless passion, Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine, Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten Down to that grave already more than mine. And even now I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain. Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Rememberance by Emily Bronte Read for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence Cold in the earth and deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave, Have I forgot my only love to love thee, Severed at last by times all wearing wave? Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover Over the mountains on Angora's shore, Resting their wings where heath and fern leaves Cover thy noble heart for ever, ever more. Cold in the earth and fifteen wild December's From these brown hills have melted into spring, Faithful indeed is a spirit that remembers After such years of change and suffering. Sweet love of youth, forgive if I forget thee While the world's tide is bearing me along. Stirner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure but cannot do thee wrong. No other sun has brightened up my heaven, No other star has ever shone for me. All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given, All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee. But when my days of golden dreams have perished, And even despair was powerless to destroy, Then did I learn how existence might be cherished, Strengthened and fed without the aid of joy. Then did I check my tears of useless passion, Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine, Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten Down to that grave already more than mine. And even now I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memories rapturous pain. Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again? In the poem, this recording is in the public domain. Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave, Have I forgot my only love to love thee? Severed at last by time's all-wearing wave, Now when alone do my thoughts no longer hover Over the mountains on Angora's shore, Resting their wings where heath and fern Leaves cover that noble heart forever, Evermore cold in the earth. And fifteen wild December's From these brown hills have melted into spring. Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers After such years of change and suffering. Sweet love of youth, Forgive if I forget thee, While the world's tide is bearing me along. Sterner desires, and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure but cannot do thee wrong. No other sun has brightened up my heaven, No other star has ever shone for me. All my life's bliss From thy dear life was given. All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee, But when my days of golden dreams had perished, And even despair was powerless to destroy, Then did I learn how existence might be cherished, Strengthened, and fed, Without the aid of joy. Then did I check my tears of useless passion, Weaned my young soul from yearning After thine, sternly denied its burning wish To hasten down to that grave already more than mine. And even now I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain, Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish. How could I seek the empty world again? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover Over the mountains on N'gore's shore, Resting their wings, where heath and furnace cover That noble heart for ever, evermore, Cold in the earth, and fifteen wild December's From these brown hills of melted into spring. Faithful indeed is a spirit that remembers After such years of change and suffering, Sweet love of youth, forgive if I forget thee, Why the world's tide is bedding me along. Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure but cannot do thee wrong. No other sun has brightened up my heaven, No other star has ever shown for me. All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given, All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee. But when my days of golden dreams had perished, And even despair was powerless to destroy, Then did I learn how existence might be cherished, Strengthened and fed without the aid of joy. Then did I check my tears of useless passion, Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine, Sterling denied its burning wish To hasten down to that grave already more than mine. And even now I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memories rapturous pain. Once drinking deep of their divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again, And of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Severed at last by time's all-wearing wave, Now, when alone, Do my thoughts no longer hover over the mountains on Angora's shore, Resting their wings where heath and fernleaves cover, That noble heart for ever, evermore, Cold on the earth. And fifteen wild December's From these brown hills have melted into spring, Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers, After such years of change and suffering. Sweet love of youth, forgive if I forget thee, While the world's tide is bearing me along. Stern of desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure but cannot do thee wrong. No other sun has brightened up my heaven, No other star has ever shown for me. All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given. All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee, But when my days of golden dreams had perished, And even despair was powerless to destroy, Then did I learn how existence might be cherished, Strengthened and fed without the aid of joy, Then did I check my tears of useless passion, Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine, Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten Down to that grave already more than mine, And even now I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain, Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish. How could I seek the empty world again? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. To love thee severed at last by time's all-wearing wave. Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover Over the mountains on Angora's shore, Resting their wings where heath and fern leaves Cover that noble heart forever ever more. Cold in the earth, and fifteen wild December's From these brown hills have melted into spring. Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers After such years of change and suffering. Sweet love of youth, forgive if I forget The world's tide is bearing me along. Sterner desires, and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure but cannot do thee wrong. No other sun has brightened up my heaven, No other star has ever shone for me. All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given, All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee. But when my days of golden dreams had perished, And even despair was powerless to destroy, Then did I learn how existence might be cherished, Strengthened and fed without the aid of joy. Then did I check my tears of useless passion, Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine, Sternely denied its burning wish To hasten down to that grave already more than mine. And even now I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memories rapturous pain, Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Remembrance by Emily Bronte Read for LibriVox.org by Heidi Park Cold in the earth and the deep snow piled above thee, Far far removed cold in the dreary grave, Have I forgot my only love to love thee, Severed at last by time's all-wearing wave? Now when alone do my thoughts no longer hover Over the mountains on Angora's shore, Resting their wings where heath and fern leaves cover That noble heart forever ever more? Cold in the earth and fifteen wild December's From these brown hills have melted into spring, Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers After such years of change and suffering. Sweet love of youth, forgive if I forget thee While the world's tide is bearing me long, Sternet desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure but cannot do thee wrong. No other sun has brightened up my heaven, No other star has ever shown for me. All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given, All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee. But when my days of golden dreams had perished, And even despair was powerless to destroy, Then did I learn how existence might be cherished, Strengthened and fed without the aid of joy. Then did I check my tears of useless passion, Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine, Sternely denied its burning wish to hasten Down to that grave already more than mine. And even now I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain. One's drinking deep of that divine-est anguish, How could I seek the empty world again? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Remembrance by Emily Bronte Caught in tears and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, caught in the dreary grave. Have I forgot my only love till of thee? Severed at last by time's all-wearing wave. Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover Over the mountains on Angora's shore, Wrestling their wings, where he sent fur-leaves cover, That noble heart, for ever, evermore, Caught in the earth, And fifteen wild December's From these brown hills have melted into spring. Faithful indeed is his spirit that remembers After such years of change and suffering. Sweet love of youth, forgive if I forget thee, While the world's tide is bearing me along. Sterned his eyes and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure but cannot do thee wrong. No other sun has brightened up my heaven, No other star has ever shone for me. All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given, All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee. Which when my days of golden dreams had perished, And even despair was powerless to destroy, Then did I learn how existence might be cherished, Strengthened and fed, without the aid of joy. Then did I check my tears of useless passion, Weened my young soul from yearning aftersign, Sterling denied its burning wish to hasten Down to that grave already more than mine, And even now I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain. Once drinking deep of their defiant anguish, How could I seek the empty world again? End of poem. This recording is on the public domain. Cold in the earth and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave, Have I forgot my only love to love thee, Severed at last by time's all-wearing wave. Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover Over the mountains on Angora's shore, Resting their wings, where heath and fern leaves cover That noble heart for ever, evermore. Cold in the earth and 15 wild December's, From these brown hills have melted into spring, Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers After such years of change and suffering. Sweet love of youth, Forgive if I forget thee, While the world's tide is bearing me along, Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure but cannot do thee wrong. No other sun has brightened up my heaven, No other star has ever shone for me. All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given, All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee. But when my days of golden dreams had perished, And even despair was powerless to destroy, Then did I learn how existence might be cherished, Strengthened and fed without the aid of joy. Then did I check my tears of useless passion, Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine, Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten down to that grave already more than mine. And even now I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain, Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish. How could I seek the empty world again? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Remembrance by Emily Bronte Read for LibriVox.org by Evan Barnes Cold in the earth and the deep snow piled above thee, Far far removed, cold in the dreary grave, Have I forgot my only love to love thee, Severed at last by time's all-wearing wave? Now when alone do my thoughts no longer hover Over the mountains on Angora's shore, Resting their wings where heath and fern leaves cover, That noble heart for ever, ever more? Cold in the earth and fifteen wild December's From these brown hills have melted into spring. Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers After such years of change and suffering. Sweet love of you, forgive if I forget thee, While the world's tide is bearing me along. Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure but cannot do thee wrong. No other sun has brightened up my heaven, No other star has ever shown for me. All my life's bliss from nigh dear life was given, All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee. But when my days of golden dreams had perished, And even despair was powerless to destroy, Then did I learn how existence might be cherished, Strengthened and fed without the aid of joy. Then did I check my tears of useless passion, Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine, Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten Down to that grave already more than mine. And even now I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain. Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover Over the mountains on Angora's shore, Resting their wings, where heath and fern leaves cover, That noble heart for ever, evermore, Cold in the earth and fifteen wild December's. From these brown hills have melted into spring, Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers, After such years of change and suffering. Sweet love of youth forgive if I forget thee, While the world's tide is bearing me along. Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure but cannot do thee wrong. No other sun has brightened up my heaven, No other star has ever shone for me. All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given, All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee. But when my days of golden dreams had perished, And even despair was powerless to destroy, Then did I learn how existence might be cherished, Strengthened and fed without the aid of joy. Then did I check my tears of useless passion, Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine, Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten, Down to that grave already more than mine. And even now I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memories rapturous pain, Once drinking deep of that divine extinguish, How could I seek the empty world again? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Time's all-wearing wave, Now when alone do my thoughts no longer hover Over the mountains on Angola shore, Resting their wings where heath and fern leaves Cover that noble heart for ever, ever more. Cold in the earth and fifteen wild December's From these brown hills have melted into spring, Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers After such years of change and suffering, Sweet love of youth, forgive if I forget thee, While the world's tide is bearing me along. Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure but cannot do me wrong. No other sun has brightened up my heaven, No other star has ever shown for me. All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given, All my life's bliss is in the grave of thee. But when my days of golden dreams had perished, And even despair was powerless to destroy, Then did I learn how existence might be cherished, Strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy. Then did I check my tears of useless passion, Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine, Sternly denied its burning wish To hasten down to that grave already more than mine, And even now I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memories rapturous pain. Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover Over the mountains on Angora's shore, Resting their wings where heath and fern leaves cover That noble heart for ever, evermore. Cold in the earth, and fifteen wild December's From these brown hills have melted into spring, Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers After such years of change and suffering. Sweet love of youth, forgive if I forget thee, While the world's tide is bearing me along, Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong. No other sun has brightened up my heaven, No other star has ever shown for me. All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given, All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee. But when my days of golden dreams had perished, And even despair was powerless to destroy, Then did I learn how existence might be cherished, Strengthened and fed without the aid of joy? Then did I check my tears of useless passion, Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine, Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten Down to that grave already more than mine. And even now, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain. Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Time's all-wearing waves. Now, when alone, Do my thoughts no longer hover over the mountains On Angora's shore, Resting their wings where heath and firm leaves cover, That noble heart for ever, evermore. Cold in the earth and fifteen wild December's From these brown hills have melted into spring. Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers After such years of change and suffering. Sweet love of youth, forgive if I forget thee, While the world's tide is bearing me along, Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes would obscure but cannot do thee wrong. No other sun has brightened up my heaven, No other star has ever shown for me. All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given, All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee. And when my days of golden dreams had perished, And even despair was powerless to destroy, Then did I learn how existence might be cherished, Strengthened and spent without the aid of joy. Then did I check my tears of useless passion, Weeding my young soul from yearning after thine, Sternly denied its burning wish To hasten down to that grave, Already more than mine. And even now I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain, One shrinking deep about divine's anguish, How could I seek the empty world again? End of poem, this recording from the public domain. The mountains on Angora's shore, Resting their wings where a heath and fern leaves cover, That noble heart forever, evermore. Cold in the earth and fifteen wild December's, From these brown hills have melted into spring. Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers, After such years of change and suffering. Sweet love of youth, forgive if I forget thee, While the world's tide is burying me along, Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hopes which obscure but cannot do thee wrong. No other sun has brightened up my heaven, No other star has ever shown for me. All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given, All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee. But when my days of golden dreams had perished, And even despair was powerless to destroy, Then did I learn how existence might be cherished, Strengthened and fed without the aid of joy, Then did I check my tears of useless passion, Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine. Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten Down to that grave already more than mine. And even now I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain. Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave, Have I forgot my only love to love thee, Severed at last by time's all-wearing wave? Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover Over the mountains on Angora's shore, Resting their wings where heath and fernleaves cover, That noble heart for ever, ever more. Cold in the earth and fifteen wild December's, From these brown hills have melted into spring, Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers After such years of change and suffering. Sweet love of youth, forgive if I forget thee, While the world's tide is bearing me along, Sturner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hope switch obscure, but cannot do thee wrong. No other sun has brightened up my heaven, No other star has ever shown for me. All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given, All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee. But when my days of golden dreams had perished, And even despair was powerless to destroy, Then did I learn how existence might be cherished, Strengthened and fed without the aid of joy. Then did I check my tears of useless passion, Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine, Sturnly denied its burning wish to hazen, Down to that grave already more than mine, And even now I did not let it languish, Did not indulge in memories, rapturous pain, Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish. How could I seek the empty world again? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Far removed, cold in the dreary grave, Have I forgot my only love to love thee, Severed at last by time's all-wearing wave. Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover Over the mountains on Angora's shore, Resting their wings, Where hearth and fernleys cover, That noble heart for ever, ever more. Cold in the earth, And fifteen-wild December's From these brown hills have melted into spring, Faithful indeed is the spirit That remembers, after such years of change And suffering. Sweet love of youth, Forgive if I forget thee, While the world's tide is bearing me along, Sturner desires and darker hopes beset me, Hope's witch obscure, But cannot do thee wrong. No other sun has brightened up my heaven, No other star has ever shone for me, All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given, All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee. But when my days of golden dreams had perished, And even despair was powerless to destroy, Then did I learn how existence might be cherished, Strengthened and fared without the aid of joy. Then did I check my tears of useless passion, Weaned my young soul from yinning after thine, Stenly denied its burning wish to hasten Down to that grave already more than mine. And even now, I dare not let it languish, Dare not indulge in memories rapturous pain, Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish, How could I seek the empty world again?