Search Results: the wild swans at coole by yeats william butler

Mint Editions. New. BRAND NEW, GIFT QUALITY! NOT OVERSTOCKS OR MARKED UP REMAINDERS! DIRECT FROM THE PUBLISHER!

Scribner. New. BRAND NEW, GIFT QUALITY! NOT OVERSTOCKS OR MARKED UP REMAINDERS! DIRECT FROM THE PUBLISHER!

Kessinger Publishing, LLC. Used - Good. Good condition.

Mint Editions, 2021. Paperback. New. 74 pages. 8.00x5.00x0.16 inches.

MP3 Audio CD. 14.99 by Yeats, W. B. (William Butler), 1865-1939

"Rediscover This Timeless Classic - The Ultimate MP3 Audiobook CD Experience!"
Journey back in time and immerse yourself in a world of timeless stories with our classic MP3 Audiobook series. Evoke the magic of yesteryears and let the narratives from eras gone by captivate your senses.

📚 Why Dive into Our Classic Title MP3 Audiobook CDS?

Historical Significance: Journey back in time with this masterwork, which has shaped literature, inspired countless adaptations, and touched the hearts of generations.

Authentic Reproduction: Faithfully reproduced to capture the essence of the original publication.

High Quality Narration: Relish the richness of an advanced AI voice that brings alive the written tales and captures the essence of the classic era.

Consistent Quality:AI narration ensures a consistent tone and pace throughout the book. There's no risk of the narrator becoming fatigued or any variations happening in the audio quality.… Read More

Mint Editions, 2021. Paperback. New. 74 pages. 8.00x5.00x0.16 inches.

Paperback / softback. New.

New. .

New. .

New. .

UsedLikeNew. Remainder mark

UsedVeryGood. signs of little wear on the cover.

UsedLikeNew. Remainder mark

UsedVeryGood. signs of little wear on the cover.

UsedVeryGood. Minor shelf wear

UsedLikeNew. Remainder mark

Scribner, March 2017. Paper Back. New.

MP3 Audio CD. The Wild Swans at Coole (Version 2) The trees are in their autumn beauty, The woodland paths are dry, Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a still sky; Upon the brimming water among the stones Are nine and fifty swans. The nineteenth Autumn has come upon me Since I first made my count; I saw, before I had well finished, All suddenly mount And scatter wheeling in great broken rings Upon their clamorous wings. I have looked upon those brilliant creatures, And now my heart is sore. All's changed since I, hearing at twilight, The first time on this shore, The bell-beat of their wings above my head, Trod with a lighter tread. Unwearied still, lover by lover, They paddle in the cold, Companionable streams or climb the air; Their hearts have not grown old; Passion or conquest, wander where they will, Attend upon them still. But now they drift on the still water Mysterious, beautiful; Among what rushes will they build, By what lake's edge or pool Delight men's eyes, when I awake… Read More

MP3 Audio CD. The Wild Swans at Coole (Version 2) The trees are in their autumn beauty, The woodland paths are dry, Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a still sky; Upon the brimming water among the stones Are nine and fifty swans. The nineteenth Autumn has come upon me Since I first made my count; I saw, before I had well finished, All suddenly mount And scatter wheeling in great broken rings Upon their clamorous wings. I have looked upon those brilliant creatures, And now my heart is sore. All's changed since I, hearing at twilight, The first time on this shore, The bell-beat of their wings above my head, Trod with a lighter tread. Unwearied still, lover by lover, They paddle in the cold, Companionable streams or climb the air; Their hearts have not grown old; Passion or conquest, wander where they will, Attend upon them still. But now they drift on the still water Mysterious, beautiful; Among what rushes will they build, By what lake's edge or pool Delight men's eyes, when I awake… Read More

MP3 Audio CD. The Wild Swans at Coole The trees are in their autumn beauty, The woodland paths are dry, Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a still sky; Upon the brimming water among the stones Are nine and fifty swans. The nineteenth Autumn has come upon me Since I first made my count; I saw, before I had well finished, All suddenly mount And scatter wheeling in great broken rings Upon their clamorous wings. I have looked upon those brilliant creatures, And now my heart is sore. All's changed since I, hearing at twilight, The first time on this shore, The bell-beat of their wings above my head, Trod with a lighter tread. Unwearied still, lover by lover, They paddle in the cold, Companionable streams or climb the air; Their hearts have not grown old; Passion or conquest, wander where they will, Attend upon them still. But now they drift on the still water Mysterious, beautiful; Among what rushes will they build, By what lake's edge or pool Delight men's eyes, when I awake some day To… Read More