by Mary Kyle Dallas (1837(?) - 1897)
All audio files can be found on our catalog page: http://librivox.org/hed-nothing-but-his-violin-by-mary-kyle-dallas/
Each week a poem is chosen to be recorded by as many LibriVox volunteers as possible!According to an article in the New York Times, Mary Kyle Dallas was born in Philadelphia, PA and married Jacob A. Dallis when she was twenty. She wrote for the New York Ledger for over fifteen years.
A few comments from our readers.
"What a lovely delicate little piece." (AlanW)
"Here is my version of this sweet melodious poem. This one definitely rings a bell with me, as my wife and I were entertainers also (and even still do it occasionally) but not quite under such meager circumstances as this couple." (LenXZ1) (Summary by David Lawrence)
This week's poem can be found here.
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Magic Window:
BC Admin
Please be sure that your recording software is set to the following technical specifications:
Channels: 1 (Mono)
Bit Rate: 128 kbps
Sample Rate: 44100 kHz
Have questions on "how"?
Check LV's Recording Notes thread before recording: http://librivox.org/forum/viewtopic.php?p=6427#6430
If this is your first recording, you'll also find this useful: http://wiki.librivox.org/index.php/Newbie_Guide_to_Recording
Begin your reading with the abbreviated LibriVox disclaimer:
(Please leave no more than 0.5-1 second of silence at the beginning of your recording!)
Then read the poem:He'd Nothing but His Violin by Mary Kyle Dallas , read for LibriVox.org by [your name].
[Add, if you wish, date, your location, and/or your personal url.]
At the end of your reading, leave a space and then say:HE'D nothing but his violin,
I ’d nothing but my song,
But we were wed when skies were blue
And summer days were long;
And when we rested by the hedge,
The robins came and told
How they had dared to woo and win,
When early Spring was cold.
We sometimes supped on dew-berries,
Or slept among the hay,
But oft the farmers’ wives at eve
Came out to hear us play;
The rare old songs, the dear old tunes,—
We could not starve for long
While my man had his violin,
And I my sweet love-song.
End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
Please leave 5 seconds of silence at the end of your recording.
* To insure accuracy you may wish to copy/paste the following filename and ID3 tag info.
Save your recording as an mp3 file using the following filename and ID3 tag format:
File name - all in lowercase: hednothing_dallas_your initials in lowercase.mp3 (eg. hednothing_dallas_klh.mp3 )
ID3 tags (Version 2):
Artist Name: Mary Kyle Dallas
Track Title: He'd Nothing but His Violin - Read by YOUR INITIALS (eg. He'd Nothing but His Violin - Read by KLH)
Album Title: LibriVox Weekly Poetry
Comments: (optional) Recorded by [your name]
Transfer of files (completed recordings)
Please always post in this forum thread when you've sent a file.
Also, post the length of the recording (file duration: mm:ss) together with the link.
- Upload your file with the LibriVox Uploader:
http://upload.librivox.org
(If you have trouble reading the image above, please message an admin) - You'll need to select the MC, which for this project is: dl - aradlaw
- When your upload is complete, you will receive a link - please post it in this thread
- If this doesn't work, or you have questions, please check our How To Send Your Recording wiki page.
When you post your link, please include your name as you would like it credited on the catalogue page and any URL by which you would like it accompanied. (Note: This is only necessary if you have not done so for another project.)
If you wish to contribute, please have your readings submitted by 0600 GMT Sunday, March 17, 2013 (12:00AM CDT) [/b]
(And remember, anyone can suggest a poem for a certain week and/or coordinate an upcoming weekly poem! If you'd like to suggest a poem or coordinate a future Weekly Poetry project, please visit this thread.)
