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At Dawn And Dusk

At Dawn And Dusk

Von: Victor Daley
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Embrace the enchanting interplay of light and shadow as "At Dawn And Dusk" invites you to explore the liminal spaces of existence through a captivating selection of audiobooks. This podcast delves into the delicate transitions of life, where beginnings meet endings and dreams intertwine with reality. Each episode offers a new complete audiobook that captures the essence of twilight moments, celebrating the beauty found in fleeting experiences and the profound reflections they inspire. From poetic musings to poignant narratives, listeners will journey through a rich tapestry of stories that illuminate the complexities of human emotion and the passage of time. This is not a single story but a series of unique explorations that beckon you to discover a new book with every episode, deepening your appreciation for the wonders that lie within the dawn and dusk of our lives.Copyright Single Author Genre Kunst Unterhaltung & Darstellende Künste
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  • Sea Garden

    Sea Garden
    Aug 28 2026
    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 by Summary from Wine and Roses
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    39 Min.
  • Astrophel and Stella-Sir Philip Sidney

    Astrophel and Stella-Sir Philip Sidney
    Aug 27 2026
    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 by Summary from Wine and Roses
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    1 Std. und 41 Min.
  • Canada and Other Poems-Thomas Frederick Young

    Canada and Other Poems-Thomas Frederick Young
    Aug 26 2026
    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 by Summary from Wine and Roses
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    3 Std. und 4 Min.
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