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Wine and Roses

Wine and Roses

著者: Victor Daley
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Immerse yourself in the enchanting interplay of beauty and transience as "Wine and Roses" beckons you to explore the delicate balance of joy and melancholy that life offers. This podcast celebrates the lyrical and the ephemeral, inviting listeners to indulge in tales that evoke the richness of experience and the bittersweet nature of existence. Each episode features a new complete audiobook, presenting a rotating collection of narratives that weave together themes of love, loss, nostalgia, and the fleeting moments that shape our lives. With every new episode, you are encouraged to discover a fresh story that resonates with the heart and stirs the imagination, creating a tapestry of voices that reflect the elegance of life’s journey. This is not a single narrative but a series of unique explorations that inspire contemplation and appreciation for the beauty that surrounds us. Join us in this literary celebration and uncover the profound connections found in the pages of each selected work.Copyright Single Author Genre アート エンターテインメント・舞台芸術 文学史・文学批評
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  • Poems (1686)-Anne Killigrew
    2026/08/28
    Victor Daley, then a happy, wondering Irish lad, drifted out to Australia. His head was full of old tunes and fragments of poetry; his pocket was nearly empty. The sunshine and freedom of Australia delighted him, and, in careless, vagabond fashion he enjoyed the fleeting pleasures of the day with little thought of the morrow. A good companion, " a fellow of infinite jest," life to him was a gallant spectacle, which he loved to look at and did not take seriously. Worldly success never tempted him, for he was a Bohemian by birth; but he was also descendant of a bardic sept, and he wanted to be a poet. So he wrote verses charged with the melancholy regret of the Celt for vanished glories and the beauty of remote things, dainty opalescent lyrics with hints of fairy music, witty and ironic verse on passing events, and, occasionally, prose sketches. When the pressure of hard realities brought sorrow into his life he wrote more gaily and vigorously than ever. For twenty years or more he charmed a large number of readers. In this thinly-peopled continent the makers of verse are numerous, and though Daley never appealed to so large an audience as the ballad writers, he was the writer best beloved of the writing clan." - Summary from the book "Wine and Roses
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  • Severn and Somme-Ivor Gurney
    2026/08/27
    Victor Daley, then a happy, wondering Irish lad, drifted out to Australia. His head was full of old tunes and fragments of poetry; his pocket was nearly empty. The sunshine and freedom of Australia delighted him, and, in careless, vagabond fashion he enjoyed the fleeting pleasures of the day with little thought of the morrow. A good companion, " a fellow of infinite jest," life to him was a gallant spectacle, which he loved to look at and did not take seriously. Worldly success never tempted him, for he was a Bohemian by birth; but he was also descendant of a bardic sept, and he wanted to be a poet. So he wrote verses charged with the melancholy regret of the Celt for vanished glories and the beauty of remote things, dainty opalescent lyrics with hints of fairy music, witty and ironic verse on passing events, and, occasionally, prose sketches. When the pressure of hard realities brought sorrow into his life he wrote more gaily and vigorously than ever. For twenty years or more he charmed a large number of readers. In this thinly-peopled continent the makers of verse are numerous, and though Daley never appealed to so large an audience as the ballad writers, he was the writer best beloved of the writing clan." - Summary from the book "Wine and Roses
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  • Selection from the Sonnets of William Wordsworth-William Wordsworth
    2026/08/26
    Victor Daley, then a happy, wondering Irish lad, drifted out to Australia. His head was full of old tunes and fragments of poetry; his pocket was nearly empty. The sunshine and freedom of Australia delighted him, and, in careless, vagabond fashion he enjoyed the fleeting pleasures of the day with little thought of the morrow. A good companion, " a fellow of infinite jest," life to him was a gallant spectacle, which he loved to look at and did not take seriously. Worldly success never tempted him, for he was a Bohemian by birth; but he was also descendant of a bardic sept, and he wanted to be a poet. So he wrote verses charged with the melancholy regret of the Celt for vanished glories and the beauty of remote things, dainty opalescent lyrics with hints of fairy music, witty and ironic verse on passing events, and, occasionally, prose sketches. When the pressure of hard realities brought sorrow into his life he wrote more gaily and vigorously than ever. For twenty years or more he charmed a large number of readers. In this thinly-peopled continent the makers of verse are numerous, and though Daley never appealed to so large an audience as the ballad writers, he was the writer best beloved of the writing clan." - Summary from the book "Wine and Roses
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    1 時間 56 分
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