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Five Nations Vol I - Rudyard Kipling · The Brothers Karamazov

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  Speaker 1: This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in
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  Speaker 1: Bert by Rogie Kipling. With those that bred, with those
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  Speaker 1: that loosed the strife, he had no part whose hands
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  Speaker 1: were clear of gain, but subtle, strong and stubborn, gave
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  Speaker 1: his life to a lost cause, and knew the gift
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  Speaker 1: was vain. Later shall arise a people sane and great,
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  Speaker 1: forged in strong fires by equal war, made one telling
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  Speaker 1: old battles over without hate. Not least his name shall
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  Speaker 1: pass from sire to son. He may not meet the
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  Speaker 1: en sweep of our van in the doomed city when
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  Speaker 1: we close the score. Yet are his grave, His grave
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  Speaker 1: that holds a man, our deep tongue guns shall answer
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  Speaker 1: his once more. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: The Sea and the Hills by Rudger Kipling read for
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  Speaker 2: LibriVox dot org by Laurie Wilson, who hath desired the sea,
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  Speaker 2: the sight of salt water unbounded, the heave and the halt,
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  Speaker 2: and the hurl, and the crash of the cumber wind hounded,
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  Speaker 2: the sleek burlswell before storm, gray fumless, enormous and growing
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  Speaker 2: stark calm on the lap of the line, or the
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  Speaker 2: crazy eyed hurricane blowing his sea in no showing the
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  Speaker 2: same his see, the same neath, each showing his see
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  Speaker 2: as she reckons or thrills, so and no otherwise, So
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  Speaker 2: and no otherwise. Hillman desire their hills, who hath desired
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  Speaker 2: the sea, The immense and contemptuous surges, the shudder, the stumble,
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  Speaker 2: the swerve, as the star stabbing bowsprit emerges, the orderly
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  Speaker 2: clouds of the trades, and the ridge roaring sapphire. Thereunder
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  Speaker 2: unhralded cliff, haunting flaws, and the head sails low following
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  Speaker 2: thunder his see, and no wonder the same his see,
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  Speaker 2: and the same through each wonder his see as she rages,
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  Speaker 2: her stills, so and no otherwise, So and no otherwise.
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  Speaker 2: Hillmen desire their hills, who hath desired the sea her
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  Speaker 2: menaces swift as her mercies, the inrolling walls of the fog,
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  Speaker 2: and the silver winged breeze that disperses the unstable mine
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  Speaker 2: berg going south, and the calvins and groans that declare
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  Speaker 2: it white water, half guessed overside, and the moon breaking
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  Speaker 2: timely to bear it his sea, as his fathers have
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  Speaker 2: dared his sea, as his children shall dare it his sea,
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  Speaker 2: as she serves him or kills, so and no otherwise.
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  Speaker 2: So and no otherwise Hilman desire their hills. Who hath
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  Speaker 2: desired the sea, her excellent loneliness, rather than four courts
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  Speaker 2: of kings, and her uttermost pits, than the streets where
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  Speaker 2: men gather, inland among dust under trees, inland where the
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  Speaker 2: slayer may slay him, inland out of reach of her arms,
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  Speaker 2: and the bosom whereon he must lay him. See at
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  Speaker 2: the first that betrayed at the last, that shall never
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  Speaker 2: betray him his sea, that his being fulfills, So and
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  Speaker 2: no otherwise. So and no otherwise Hilman desired their hills
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  Speaker 2: in a poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: The Bell Boy by Rudyard Kipling, read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 3: Org by Adrian Stephens. They christened my brother of old,
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  Speaker 3: and a saintly name he bears. There gave him his
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  Speaker 3: place to hold at the head of the belfry stairs,
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  Speaker 3: where the Minster towers stand, and the breeding kestrel's cry,
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  Speaker 3: Would I change with my brother a league inland shoal?
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  Speaker 3: Where shall not I? In the flush of the hot
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  Speaker 3: June prime o'er smooth flood tides afire, I hear him,
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  Speaker 3: hurry the chime to the bidding of checked desire, till
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  Speaker 3: the sweated ringers tire and the wild bob majors die.
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  Speaker 3: Could I wait for my turn in the godly choir shoal?
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  Speaker 3: Where shall not I? When the smoking scud is blown,
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  Speaker 3: when the greasy wind wreck lowers apart, and at peace
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  Speaker 3: and alone he counts the changeless hours. He wars with
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  Speaker 3: darkling powers, I war with a darkling sea. Would he
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  Speaker 3: stoop to my work in the gusty murk shoal? Where
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  Speaker 3: shoal not he? There was never a priest to pray,
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  Speaker 3: There was never a hand to toll. When they made
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  Speaker 3: me guard of the bay, and moor'd me o'er the shoal,
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  Speaker 3: I rock, I reel, and I roll my four great hammers.
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  Speaker 3: Ply could I speak or be still at the Church's will?
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  Speaker 3: Shoal where shoal not i? The landward marks have fail'd,
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  Speaker 3: the fog bank glides unguessed, the seaward lights are veil'd
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  Speaker 3: the spent deep fans her rest, but my ear is
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  Speaker 3: laid to her rest. I lift to the swell, I cry,
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  Speaker 3: could I wait in sloth on the church's oath shoal
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  Speaker 3: where shoal not I? At the careless end of the night,
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  Speaker 3: I thrilled to the nearing screw. I turn in the
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  Speaker 3: nearing light, and I called to the drowsy crew, And
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  Speaker 3: the mud boils fowl and blue as the blind bow
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  Speaker 3: backs away? Will they give me their thanks? If they
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  Speaker 3: clear the banks? Shoal where shoal not they? The beech
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  Speaker 3: pools cake and skim, the bursting spray heads freeze. I
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  Speaker 3: gather on crown and rim the gray grained ice of
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  Speaker 3: the seas, where sheaft from bit to trees, the plunging colliers.
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  Speaker 3: Lye would I barter my place for the Church's grace?
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  Speaker 3: Shoal where shoal not I? Through the blur of the
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  Speaker 3: whirling snow or the black of the inky sleet, the
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  Speaker 3: lanterns gather and grow, and I look for the homeward fleet,
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  Speaker 3: rattle of block and sheet ready about stand by? Shall
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  Speaker 3: I ask them a fee? Ere they fetch the key?
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  Speaker 3: Shoal where shall not I I dip, and I surge,
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  Speaker 3: and I swing in the rip of the racing tide,
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  Speaker 3: by the gates of doom. I sing on the horns
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  Speaker 3: of death. I ride a ship length overside between the
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  Speaker 3: course and the sand, fretted and bound, I bide peril.
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  Speaker 3: Whereof I cry, would I change with my brother a
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  Speaker 3: league in land shoal? Where shall not I? End of poem.
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  Speaker 3: This recording is in the public domain. Cruisers by Rudyard
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  Speaker 3: Kipling read Forlibrivox dot Org by Adrian Stephens. As our
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  Speaker 3: mother the frigate be painted and fine made play for
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  Speaker 3: her bully the ship of the line. So we her
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  Speaker 3: bold daughters, by iron and fire, accost and decoy to
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  Speaker 3: our master's desire. Now pray you consider what toils we
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  Speaker 3: endure night walking wet sea lanes, a guard and a lure,
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  Speaker 3: since half of our trade is that same pretty sort
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  Speaker 3: as meddlesome wenches do practice in port. For this is
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  Speaker 3: our office to spy and make room as hiding, yet
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  Speaker 3: guiding the foe to their doom, surrounding confounding, to bait
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  Speaker 3: and betray and tempt them to battle the sea's wid
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  Speaker 3: the way the pot ballad merchant foreboding no wrong with
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  Speaker 3: head light and side light, he lieth along till likeless
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  Speaker 3: and lightfoot and lurking lee we to force him discover
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  Speaker 3: is business by sea. And when we have waken'd the
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  Speaker 3: lust of a foe, to draw him by flight toward
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  Speaker 3: our bullies, we go till where of strange smoke stealing
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  Speaker 3: nearer he flies, or our bullies close in for to
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  Speaker 3: make him good prize. So, when we have spied on
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  Speaker 3: the path of their host, one flieth to carry that
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  Speaker 3: word to the coast, and lest by false doubling they
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  Speaker 3: turn and go free, one lieth behind them to follow
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  Speaker 3: and see anon. We return, being gathered again across the
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  Speaker 3: sad valleys, or trappled with rain across the gray ridges,
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  Speaker 3: or crisped and curled to join the long dance round
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  Speaker 3: the curve of the world, the bitter salt spindrift the
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  Speaker 3: sun glare. Likewise the moon track acquiver bewilders our eyes,
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  Speaker 3: where linking and lifting our sisters, we hail TwixT wrench
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  Speaker 3: of cross surges or plunge of head gale, as maidens,
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  Speaker 3: awaiting the bride to come forth, make play with light
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  Speaker 3: jestings and wit of no worth. So whiddisyn circling the
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  Speaker 3: bride bed of death. Each fleareth her neighbor and signeth
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  Speaker 3: and seth. What see ye their signals or leaven afar?
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  Speaker 3: What hear ye God's thunder or guns of our war?
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  Speaker 3: What mark ye their smoke, or the cloud wrack outblown?
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  Speaker 3: What chase ye their lights? Or the day star low down?
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  Speaker 3: So times past, all number deceiv'd by false shows deceiving,
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  Speaker 3: we cumber the road of our foes, for this is
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  Speaker 3: our virtue, to track and betray, preparing great battles as
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  Speaker 3: seize wit the way. Now peace is at end, and
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  Speaker 3: our people's take heart. For the laws are clean. God
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  Speaker 3: that restrained our art up and down the near headlands,
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  Speaker 3: and against the far wind, we are loosed o be
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  Speaker 3: swift to the work of our kind. End of poem.
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  Speaker 3: This recording is in the public domain. The Destroyers by
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  Speaker 3: Rudyard Kipling read for Librivos dot Org by Adrian Stephens.
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  Speaker 3: The strength of twice three thousand horse that seek the
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  Speaker 3: single goal, the line that holds the rending course, the
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  Speaker 3: hate that swings the whole, the stripped hulls slinking through
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  Speaker 3: the gloom at gaze and gone again. The brides of
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  Speaker 3: death that wait the groom, the choosers of the slain.
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  Speaker 3: Off shore, where sea and sky line blend in rain,
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  Speaker 3: the daylight dyes the sullen, shouldering swells attend Knight and
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  Speaker 3: our sacrifice. Adown the stricken capes, no flare, no mark
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  Speaker 3: on spit or bar. Girdled and desperate, we dare the
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  Speaker 3: blindfold game of war nearer, the upflung beams that spell
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  Speaker 3: the counsel of our foes clearer, the barking guns that
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  Speaker 3: tell their scattered flank to close. Sheer to the trap.
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  Speaker 3: They crowd their way from ports for this unbarred quiet,
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  Speaker 3: and count our laden prey. The convoy and her guard
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  Speaker 3: on shoal with scarce a foot below, where rock and
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  Speaker 3: islet throng, Hidden and hushed, we watch them throw their
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  Speaker 3: anxious lights along. Not here, not hear your danger lies
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  Speaker 3: stare hard o hooded iron, save where the day'sed rock
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  Speaker 3: pigeons arise. The lit cliffs give no sign. Therefore to
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  Speaker 3: break the rest, ye seek the narrow seas to clear.
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  Speaker 3: Hark to the siren's whimpering shriek, the driven death is here.
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  Speaker 3: Look to your van a league away, what midnight terror stays,
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  Speaker 3: the bulk that checks against the spray, her crackling tops ablaze,
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  Speaker 3: hit and hard hit, the blow went home, the muffled
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  Speaker 3: knocking stroke, the steam that overruns the foam, the foam
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  Speaker 3: that thins to smoke, the smoke that cloaks the deeper boil,
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  Speaker 3: the deep that chokes her throes till streaked with ash
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  Speaker 3: and sleeked with oil. The lukewarm whirlpool's close, a shadow down,
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  Speaker 3: the sickened wave, long since her slayer fled, But hear
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  Speaker 3: their chattering quick fires rave astern, a beam ahead, panic
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  Speaker 3: that shells the drifting spar loud waist with nune to check,
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  Speaker 3: mad fear that rakes a scornful star, or sweeps a
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  Speaker 3: consort's dead. Now while their silly smoke hangs thick now
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  Speaker 3: ere their wits they find lay in and lance them
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  Speaker 3: to the quick. Our gallied whales are blind. Good luck
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  Speaker 3: to those that see the end, goodbye to those that drown.
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  Speaker 3: For each his chance, as chance shall send, and God
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  Speaker 3: for all shut down. The strength of twice three thousand
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  Speaker 3: horse that serve the one command, the hand that heaves
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  Speaker 3: the headlong force, the hate that hacks the hand, the
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  Speaker 3: doom bolt in the darkness freed, the mine that splits
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  Speaker 3: the mane, the white hot wake, the wildering speed, the
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  Speaker 3: choosers of the slain end of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 3: in the public domain. White Horses by Rudyard Kipling, red
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  Speaker 3: for librivost dot Org by Adrian Stephens. Where run your
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  Speaker 3: colts at pasture? Where hide your marest breed mid burgs
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  Speaker 3: about the ice cap or wove Sargasso weed by chartless
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  Speaker 3: reef and channel, or crafty coast wise bars, but most
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  Speaker 3: the ocean meadows, all purple to the stars, who holds
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  Speaker 3: the rain upon you? The latest gale, Let free what
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  Speaker 3: meat is in your mangers, the glut of all the sea,
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  Speaker 3: TwixT tide and tides, returning great store of newly dead,
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  Speaker 3: the bones of those that faced us, and the hearts
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  Speaker 3: of those that fled afar off shore and single some
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  Speaker 3: stallion rearing swift nays hungry for new fodder, and calls
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  Speaker 3: us to the drift. Then down the cloven ridges a
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  Speaker 3: million hoofs sun shod, break forth the mad white horses
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  Speaker 3: to seek their meat from God girth deep in hissing water.
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  Speaker 3: Our furious vanguard strains through mist of mighty tramplings roll
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  Speaker 3: up the four blown manes a hundred leagues to leeward ere.
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  Speaker 3: Yet the deepest stirred, the groaning rollers carry the coming
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  Speaker 3: of the herd. Whose hand may grip your nostrils, your forelock,
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  Speaker 3: who may hold in They that use the broads with us,
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  Speaker 3: The riders bread and bold, that spy upon our matings,
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  Speaker 3: that rope us where we run. They know the strong
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  Speaker 3: white horses from father unto sun. We breathe about their cradles.
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  Speaker 3: We race their babes ashore, We snuff against their thresholds.
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  Speaker 3: We nuzzle at their door by day with stamping squadrons.
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  Speaker 3: By night in winning droves creep up the wise white
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  Speaker 3: horses to call them from their loves, And come they
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  Speaker 3: for your calling. No wit of man may save. They
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  Speaker 3: hear the loosed white horses above their father's grave, and
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  Speaker 3: kin of those we crippled, and sons of those we
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  Speaker 3: slew spurred down the wild white riders to school the
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  Speaker 3: herds anew. What service have ye paid them, o jealous
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  Speaker 3: steeds and strong save we that throw their weaklings? Is
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  Speaker 3: none dare work them wrong? While thick around the homestead,
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  Speaker 3: our snow backed leaders grays a guard behind their plunder
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  Speaker 3: and a veil before their ways, with march and countermarchings,
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  Speaker 3: with weight of wheeling hosts, stray, mo mob or bands
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  Speaker 3: embattl'd we wring the chosen coasts, and careless of our
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  Speaker 3: clamor that bids the stranger fly at peace within our pickets.
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  Speaker 3: The wild white riders lie, trust ye, the curdled hollows
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  Speaker 3: trust ye. The neighing wind, trust ye. The moaning ground swell.
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  Speaker 3: Our herds are close behind, to bray your foeman's armies,
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  Speaker 3: to chill and snap his sword, trust ye. The wild
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  Speaker 3: white horses the horses of the Lord. End a poem.
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  Speaker 3: This recording is in the public domain. The second Voyage
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  Speaker 3: by Rudyard Kipling read for LibriVox dot Org by Adrian Stephens.
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  Speaker 3: We've sent our little cupids all ashore. They were frightened,
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  Speaker 3: they were tired, they were cold. Our sails of silk
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  Speaker 3: and purple go to store, and we've cut away our master,
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  Speaker 3: beaten gold, foul weather, oh tis hemp and singing pine.
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  Speaker 3: For to stand against the brine. But love he is
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  Speaker 3: the master as of old. The sea has shorn our
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  Speaker 3: galleries away, the salt has soiled our gilding past remeed.
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  Speaker 3: Our paint is flaked and blistered by the spray. Our
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  Speaker 3: sides are half a fathom furred in weed foul weather,
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  Speaker 3: and the doves of Venus flared, and the petrels came instead.
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  Speaker 3: But love he was our master at our need. Whs
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  Speaker 3: youth would keep. No vigil at the bow, was pleasure
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  Speaker 3: at the helm, too drunk to steer. We've shipp'd three
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  Speaker 3: able quarter masters. Now men call them custom, reverence, and
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  Speaker 3: fear foul weather. They are old and scarred and plain,
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  Speaker 3: but will run no risk again from any port O
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  Speaker 3: paphos mutineer. We seek no more the tempest for delight.
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  Speaker 3: We skirt no more the in draft and the shoal.
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  Speaker 3: We ask no more of any day or night than
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  Speaker 3: to come with least adventure to our goal. Foul weather.
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  Speaker 3: What we find we needs must brook. But we do
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  Speaker 3: not go to look nor tempt the Lord, our god
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  Speaker 3: that saved us whole. Yet caring so not overly, we
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  Speaker 3: care to brace and trim for every foolish blast. If
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  Speaker 3: the squaw be pleased to sweep us unaware, he may
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  Speaker 3: bellow off to leeward like the last foul weather. We
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  Speaker 3: will blame it on the deep, for the watch must
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  Speaker 3: have their sleep, and love can come and wake us
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  Speaker 3: when tis past. Oh, launch them down with music from
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  Speaker 3: the beach. Oh warp them out with garlands from the
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  Speaker 3: keys most resolute, a damsel unto each new prows that
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  Speaker 3: seek the old hesperides foul weather. Though we know the
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  Speaker 3: voyage is vain. Yet we see our path again in
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  Speaker 3: the saffroned bride, sails scenting all the seas. Foul weather,
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  Speaker 3: end of perm. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: The Dikes by Rudyard Kipling read for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 4: by Zana. We have no heart for the fishing, We
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  Speaker 4: have no hand for the ore. All that our fathers
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  Speaker 4: taught us of old pleases us now no more all
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  Speaker 4: that our own hearts bid us believe. We doubt where
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  Speaker 4: we do not deny. There is no proof in the
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  Speaker 4: bread we eat, or rest in the toil. We ply
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  Speaker 4: look you. Our foreshore stretches far through Seagate, Dike and
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  Speaker 4: groin may Land. All that our fathers made where the
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  Speaker 4: flats in the Fairway join. They forced the sea a
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  Speaker 4: sea league back. They died, and their works stood fast.
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  Speaker 4: We were born to peace in the leave of the dikes.
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  Speaker 4: But the time of our peace is past. Far off
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  Speaker 4: the full tide clamors and slips, mouthing and testing, all
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  Speaker 4: nipping the flanks of the water gates, baying along the wall,
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  Speaker 4: turning the shingle, returning the shingle, changing the set of
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  Speaker 4: the sand. We are too far from the beach, men say,
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  Speaker 4: to know how the outworks stand. So we come down, uneasy,
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  Speaker 4: to look, uneasily pacing the beach. These are the dikes
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  Speaker 4: our father's made. We have never known a breach. Time
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  Speaker 4: and again the gale blown by, and we were not afraid.
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  Speaker 4: Now we come only to look at the dikes, at
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  Speaker 4: the dikes our father's made, or the marsh where the
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  Speaker 4: homesteads cower apart. The harried sunlight flies, shifts and considers,
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  Speaker 4: wanes and recovers, scatters and sickens and dies, an evil
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  Speaker 4: ember bedded in as a spark blown west by the wind.
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  Speaker 4: We are surrendered to night and the sea, the gale
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  Speaker 4: and the tide behind. At the bridge of the lower saltings,
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  Speaker 4: the cattle gather and blare, roused by the feet of
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  Speaker 4: running men, dazed by the lantern, glare unbar and let
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  Speaker 4: them away for their lives. The levels drown as they
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  Speaker 4: stand where the flood wash forces, the sluices aback, and
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  Speaker 4: the ditches deliver inland ninefold deep to the top of
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  Speaker 4: the dikes. The galloping breakers stride, and their overcarried spray
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  Speaker 4: is a sea, a sea on the landward side. Coming
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  Speaker 4: like stallions, they paw with their hoofs. Going they snatch
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  Speaker 4: with their teeth till the bents and the furs and
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  Speaker 4: the sand are dragged out, and the old time wattles beneath.
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  Speaker 4: Bid men gather fuel for fire, the tar and the
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  Speaker 4: oil and the toe flame. We shall need not smoke
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  Speaker 4: in the dark. If the riddled sea banks go. Bid
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  Speaker 4: the ringers watch in the tower. Who knows what the
• 24:07
  Speaker 4: dawn shall prove, each with his rope between his feet,
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  Speaker 4: and the trembling bells above. Now we can only wait
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  Speaker 4: till the day, wait and apportion our shame. These are
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  Speaker 4: the dikes our fathers left, but we would not look
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  Speaker 4: to the same. Time and again we were warned of
• 24:25
  Speaker 4: the dikes. Time and again we delayed. Now it may
• 24:29
  Speaker 4: fall we have slain our sons, as our fathers we
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  Speaker 4: have betrayed. Walking along the wreck of the dikes, watching
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  Speaker 4: the work of the seas. These were the dikes our
• 24:41
  Speaker 4: fathers made to our great prophet and ease. But the
• 24:44
  Speaker 4: peace is gone, and the prophet is gone, and the
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  Speaker 4: old sure day withdrawn, that our own houses show as
• 24:52
  Speaker 4: strange when we come back in the dawn. End of poem.
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  Speaker 4: This recording is in the public domain. The Song of
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  Speaker 4: Diego Valdez by Rudyard Kipling read for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 4: by Zana. The God of fair beginnings has prospered here
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  Speaker 4: my hand, the cargoes of my lading and the keels
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  Speaker 4: of my command. For out that many ventures that sailed
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  Speaker 4: with hope as high my own have made the better trade.
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  Speaker 4: And Admiral am I to me, my King's much honor
• 25:33
  Speaker 4: to me, my people's love to me, the pride of
• 25:36
  Speaker 4: princes and power all pride above to me, the shouting
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  Speaker 4: cities to me, the mobs refrain. Who knows not Noble
• 25:45
  Speaker 4: Valdees hath never heard of Spain. But I remember comrades,
• 25:50
  Speaker 4: old playmates on New Seas, when as we traded orpament
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  Speaker 4: among the savages, a thousand leagues to South'ard and thirty
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  Speaker 4: years rems moved. They knew not noble Valdez. But me
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  Speaker 4: they knew and loved then, they that found good liquor
• 26:06
  Speaker 4: and drank it not alone, And they that found fair plunder.
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  Speaker 4: They told us every one about our chosen islands, our
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  Speaker 4: secret shoals between When walty from our voyage, we gathered
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  Speaker 4: to careen, there burned our breaming fagots, all pale along
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  Speaker 4: the shore. There rose our worn pavilions, a sail above
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  Speaker 4: an oar, as flashed each yearning anchor through mellow seas afire,
• 26:35
  Speaker 4: so swift, our careless captains rode each to his desire.
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  Speaker 4: Where lay our loose harness? Where turned our naked feet?
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  Speaker 4: Whose tavern mid the palm trees? What quenchings of what heat?
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  Speaker 4: Oh fountain in the desert, Oh cistern in the waste?
• 26:53
  Speaker 4: O bread we ate in secret? Oh cup we spilled
• 26:56
  Speaker 4: in haste. The youth new taught of longing, the widow
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  Speaker 4: curbed in wan, the good wife proud at season, and
• 27:04
  Speaker 4: the maid aware of man. All souls on slaked, consuming,
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  Speaker 4: defrauded in delays desire, not more their quittance than I
• 27:14
  Speaker 4: those forfeit days. I dreamed to wait, my pleasure unchanged,
• 27:19
  Speaker 4: My spring would bide wherefore to wait my pleasure. I
• 27:23
  Speaker 4: put my spring aside, till first in face of fortune,
• 27:28
  Speaker 4: and last in mazed disdain, I made Diego Valdez high
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  Speaker 4: Admiral of Spain. Then walked no wind neath heaven nor
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  Speaker 4: surge that did not aid. I dared extreme occasion, nor
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  Speaker 4: ever one betrayed. They wrought a deeper treason, lead seas
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  Speaker 4: that served my needs. They sold Diego Valdez to bondage
• 27:52
  Speaker 4: of great deeds. The tempest flung me seaward and pinned,
• 27:57
  Speaker 4: and bade me hold the course I might not, and
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  Speaker 4: men esteemed me bold. The calms ebade my quarry, The
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  Speaker 4: fog wreath sealed his eyes. The dawn wind brought my topsails,
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  Speaker 4: and men esteemed me wise. Yet spite my tyrant triumphs, bewildered,
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  Speaker 4: dispossessed my dream, held I before me my vision of
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  Speaker 4: my rest. But crowned by fleet and people, and bound
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  Speaker 4: by king and pope, stands here Diego Valdez to rob
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  Speaker 4: me of my hope. No prayer of mine shall move him,
• 28:34
  Speaker 4: No words of his set free. The lord of sixty
• 28:38
  Speaker 4: penitents and the steward of the sea, his will can
• 28:42
  Speaker 4: loose ten thousand to seek their loves again, But not,
• 28:45
  Speaker 4: Diego Valdez, High Admiral of Spain. There walks no wind
• 28:51
  Speaker 4: neath heaven, nor wave that shall restore the old, careening
• 28:55
  Speaker 4: riot and the clamorous, crowded shore. The fountain in the desert,
• 29:00
  Speaker 4: the cistern in the waste, the bread we ate in secret,
• 29:04
  Speaker 4: this cup we spilled in haste. Now call I to
• 29:08
  Speaker 4: my captains for counsel, fly the sign. Now leap their
• 29:11
  Speaker 4: zealous galleys. Twelve ord across the brine to me, the
• 29:16
  Speaker 4: straighter prison to me, the heavier chain to me. Diego Valdez,
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  Speaker 4: High Admiral of Spain. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 4: in the public domain. The Broken Men by Rudyard Kipling
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  Speaker 4: read for LibriVox dot Org by Zana For things we
• 29:40
  Speaker 4: never mention, for art, misunderstood, for excellent intention that did
• 29:45
  Speaker 4: not turn to good. From ancient tales, renewing from clouds
• 29:50
  Speaker 4: we could not clear beyond the laws. Pursuing we fled
• 29:54
  Speaker 4: and settled. Here. We took no tearful leaving. We bade
• 29:58
  Speaker 4: no long good byes. Men talked of crime and thieving,
• 30:02
  Speaker 4: men wrote of fraud and lies. To save our injured
• 30:06
  Speaker 4: feelings twas time and time to go. Behind was doc
• 30:10
  Speaker 4: and dartmoor ahead like Hayoe, the widow and the orphan
• 30:15
  Speaker 4: that pray for ten percent. They clapped their trailers on
• 30:18
  Speaker 4: us to spy the road we went. They watched the
• 30:21
  Speaker 4: foreign sailings, They scan the shipping still, And that's your
• 30:25
  Speaker 4: Christian people returning good for ill. God bless the thoughtful
• 30:30
  Speaker 4: islands where never warrants come. God Bless the just republics
• 30:34
  Speaker 4: that give a man a home, that ask no foolish questions,
• 30:38
  Speaker 4: but set him on his feet, and save his wife
• 30:41
  Speaker 4: and daughters from the workhouse and the street, on Church
• 30:45
  Speaker 4: and Square and market. The noonday silence falls, you'll hear
• 30:49
  Speaker 4: the drowsy mutter of the fountain in our halls, asleep
• 30:53
  Speaker 4: amid the yuccahs. The city takes her ease till twilight
• 30:57
  Speaker 4: brings the land wind to our clicking jealousy ease day long,
• 31:02
  Speaker 4: the diamond weather, the high unaltered blue, the smell of
• 31:07
  Speaker 4: goats and incense, and the mule bells tinkling through day long,
• 31:11
  Speaker 4: the water ocean that keeps us from our kin, and
• 31:14
  Speaker 4: once a month our levee. When the English mail comes in,
• 31:18
  Speaker 4: you'll find us up and waiting to treat you at
• 31:20
  Speaker 4: the bar. You'll find us less exclusive than the average
• 31:24
  Speaker 4: English are. We'll meet you with our carriage, too glad
• 31:27
  Speaker 4: to show you round. But we do not lunch on steamers,
• 31:31
  Speaker 4: for they are English ground. We sail o nights to
• 31:35
  Speaker 4: England and join our smiling boards. Our wives go in
• 31:38
  Speaker 4: with viscounts, and our daughters dance with lords. But behind
• 31:43
  Speaker 4: our princely doings, and behind each coup we make, we
• 31:46
  Speaker 4: feel there's something waiting, and we meet it when we wake.
• 31:52
  Speaker 4: Oh God, one sniff of England, to greet our flesh
• 31:55
  Speaker 4: and blood, to hear the handsome slurring once more through
• 31:59
  Speaker 4: love in mud, our towns of wasted honor, our streets
• 32:04
  Speaker 4: of lost delight. How stands the old lord warden, our
• 32:08
  Speaker 4: dover's cliffs still white? End of poem. This recording is
• 32:13
  Speaker 4: in the public domain. The Feet of the young Men
• 32:22
  Speaker 4: by Rudyard Kipling, Redfreiprevox dot Org by Xana. Now the
• 32:28
  Speaker 4: four way Lodge is opened. Now the hunting winds are loose.
• 32:32
  Speaker 4: Now the smokes of spring go up to clear the brain.
• 32:36
  Speaker 4: Now the young men's hearts are troubled, for the whisper
• 32:38
  Speaker 4: of the trus Now the red gods make their medicine again.
• 32:43
  Speaker 4: Who hath seen the beaver busied? Who hath watched the
• 32:46
  Speaker 4: black tail mating? Who hath lain alone to hear the
• 32:50
  Speaker 4: wild goose cry? Who hath worked the chosen water where
• 32:54
  Speaker 4: the wantonniche is waiting, or the sea trouts jumping crazy
• 32:58
  Speaker 4: for the fly he go, go, go away from here
• 33:03
  Speaker 4: on the other side the world he's overdue. Send. Your
• 33:07
  Speaker 4: road is clear before you, and the old spring fret
• 33:10
  Speaker 4: comes over you, and the red gods call for you.
• 33:14
  Speaker 4: So for one the wet sail arching through the rainbow
• 33:17
  Speaker 4: round the bow, and for one the creak of snow
• 33:21
  Speaker 4: shoes on the crust, And for one the lakeside lilies
• 33:24
  Speaker 4: where the bull moose waits the cow, And for one
• 33:28
  Speaker 4: the mule train coughing in the dust. Who hath smelt
• 33:33
  Speaker 4: would smoke at twilight? Who hath heard the birch log burning?
• 33:37
  Speaker 4: Who is quick to read the noises of the night.
• 33:40
  Speaker 4: Let him flow with the others, For the young men's
• 33:43
  Speaker 4: feet are turning to the camps of proved desire and
• 33:46
  Speaker 4: known delight. Let him go go et cetera. One do
• 33:53
  Speaker 4: you know the blackened timber Do you know that racing
• 33:56
  Speaker 4: stream with the raw right angled log jam at the end,
• 34:00
  Speaker 4: and the bar of sun warmed shingle, where a man
• 34:03
  Speaker 4: may bask and dream to the click of shod canoe
• 34:06
  Speaker 4: poles round the bend? Is that where we're going, with
• 34:10
  Speaker 4: our rods and reels and traces, to a silent, smoky
• 34:14
  Speaker 4: Indian that we know, to a couch of new poled hemlock,
• 34:18
  Speaker 4: with the starlight on our faces. For the red gods
• 34:21
  Speaker 4: call us out, and we must go, They must go go,
• 34:26
  Speaker 4: et cetera. Two. Do you know the shallow Baltic where
• 34:31
  Speaker 4: the seas are steep and short, where the bluff lee
• 34:34
  Speaker 4: boarded fishing luggers ride? Do you know the joy of
• 34:38
  Speaker 4: threshing leagues to leeward of your port on a coast
• 34:41
  Speaker 4: you've lost the chart of overside? It is there that
• 34:45
  Speaker 4: I am going with an extra hand to bail her,
• 34:48
  Speaker 4: just one able long shore loafer that I know he
• 34:51
  Speaker 4: can take his chance of drowning while I sail and
• 34:54
  Speaker 4: sail and sail her. For the red gods call me out,
• 34:58
  Speaker 4: and I must go, He must go go, et cetera Three.
• 35:05
  Speaker 4: Do you know the pile built village where the sago
• 35:07
  Speaker 4: dealer's trade. Do you know the reek of fish and
• 35:10
  Speaker 4: wet bamboo? Do you know the steaming stillness of the
• 35:14
  Speaker 4: orchid scented glade when the blazoned bird winged butterflies flop through?
• 35:20
  Speaker 4: It is there that I am going, with my camphor
• 35:22
  Speaker 4: net and boxes, to a gentle yellow pirate that I know,
• 35:27
  Speaker 4: to my little wailing lemurs, to my palms and flying foxes.
• 35:31
  Speaker 4: For the red gods call me out, and I must go,
• 35:35
  Speaker 4: He must go, go, et cetera. Four Do you know
• 35:40
  Speaker 4: the world's white roof tree? Do you know that windy
• 35:44
  Speaker 4: rift where the baffling mountain eddies chop and change? Do
• 35:48
  Speaker 4: you know the long day's patients bellied down on frozen
• 35:51
  Speaker 4: drift while the head of heads is feeding out of range?
• 35:56
  Speaker 4: It is there that I am going, where the boulders
• 35:59
  Speaker 4: and the snow lies, with a trusty, nimble tracker that
• 36:02
  Speaker 4: I know. I've sworn an oath to keep it on
• 36:05
  Speaker 4: the horns of ove as poli, and the red gods
• 36:08
  Speaker 4: call me out, and I must go, He must go, go,
• 36:12
  Speaker 4: et cetera. And now the four way Lodge is opened.
• 36:16
  Speaker 4: Now the smokes of Council rise, pleasant smokes air. Yet
• 36:21
  Speaker 4: TwixT trail and trail they choose. Now the girths and
• 36:25
  Speaker 4: ropes are tested. Now they pack their last supplies. Now
• 36:29
  Speaker 4: our young men go to dance before the truths, who
• 36:32
  Speaker 4: shall meet them at those altars, who shall light them
• 36:35
  Speaker 4: to that shrine velvet footed, who shall guide them to
• 36:38
  Speaker 4: their goal. Unto each the voice and vision, unto each
• 36:42
  Speaker 4: his spore and sign, lonely mountain in the Northland, misty
• 36:46
  Speaker 4: sweat bath neath the line, And to each a man
• 36:50
  Speaker 4: that knows his naked soul, white or yellow, black or copper.
• 36:55
  Speaker 4: He's waiting as a lover smoke of funnel, dust of hoofs,
• 36:59
  Speaker 4: or beat train, where the high grass hides the horsemen,
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  Speaker 4: or the glaring flats discover, where the steamer hails the landing,
• 37:08
  Speaker 4: or the surfboat brings the rover, where the rails run
• 37:11
  Speaker 4: out and sand drift quick. Ah, heave the camp kit
• 37:14
  Speaker 4: over for the red gods make their medicine again, and
• 37:18
  Speaker 4: we go go go away from here on the other
• 37:22
  Speaker 4: side of the world, where overdue send. The road is
• 37:25
  Speaker 4: clear before you. When the old spring fret comes over
• 37:29
  Speaker 4: you and the red gods call for you. End of poem.
• 37:34
  Speaker 4: This recording is in the public domain. The Truce of
• 37:43
  Speaker 4: the Bear by Rudyard Kipling, redf Librifox dot Org by
• 37:47
  Speaker 4: Zana Yearly, with tent and rifle, our careless white men
• 37:52
  Speaker 4: go by the pass called Mutnanni to shoot in the
• 37:56
  Speaker 4: vale below. Yearly by mute Nanny, he follows our white
• 38:00
  Speaker 4: man in Mattune, the old blind beggar, bandaged from brow
• 38:05
  Speaker 4: to chin, eyeless, noseless and lipless, toothless, broken of speech.
• 38:12
  Speaker 4: Seeking a dole at the doorway, he mumbles his tail
• 38:15
  Speaker 4: to each over and over, the story ending as he began,
• 38:21
  Speaker 4: make ye no truce with adam Zad, the bear that
• 38:24
  Speaker 4: walks like a man. There was a flint in my musket,
• 38:27
  Speaker 4: pricked and primed was the pan. When I went hunting
• 38:31
  Speaker 4: adam Zad, the bear that stands like a man. I
• 38:34
  Speaker 4: looked my last on the timber. I looked my last
• 38:37
  Speaker 4: on the snow when I went hunting adam Zad fifty
• 38:40
  Speaker 4: summers ago. I knew his times and his seasons as
• 38:45
  Speaker 4: he knew mine that fed by night the ripened maize
• 38:49
  Speaker 4: field and robbed my house of bread. I knew his
• 38:52
  Speaker 4: strength and cunning as he knew mine that crept at
• 38:56
  Speaker 4: dawn to the crowded goat pens and plundered. While I
• 38:59
  Speaker 4: slept up from his stony playground and down from his
• 39:03
  Speaker 4: well digged lair. Out on the naked ridges, ran adam
• 39:07
  Speaker 4: Zad the Bear, groaning and grunting and roaring, heavy with
• 39:12
  Speaker 4: stolen meals. Two long marches to northward, and I was
• 39:16
  Speaker 4: at his heels, two full marches to northward. At the
• 39:20
  Speaker 4: fall of the second night, I came on mine enemy,
• 39:23
  Speaker 4: adam Zad, all panting from his flight. There was a
• 39:27
  Speaker 4: charge in the musket, pricked and primed with the pan,
• 39:30
  Speaker 4: my finger crooked on the trigger. When he reared up
• 39:33
  Speaker 4: like a man, horrible hairy human with paws like hands
• 39:38
  Speaker 4: in prayer making his supplications, rose adam Zad the Bear.
• 39:43
  Speaker 4: I looked at the swaying shoulders, at the pontious swag
• 39:47
  Speaker 4: and swing, and my heart was touched with pity for
• 39:50
  Speaker 4: the monstrous pleading thing. Touched with pity and wonder, I
• 39:55
  Speaker 4: did not fire. Then I have looked no more on women,
• 39:58
  Speaker 4: I have walked no more with men. Nearer he tottered,
• 40:03
  Speaker 4: and nearer, with paws like hands that pray from brow
• 40:07
  Speaker 4: to jaw, that steel shod paw. It ripped my face away, sudden,
• 40:13
  Speaker 4: silent and savage, searing his flame. The blow faceless. I
• 40:18
  Speaker 4: fell before his feet. Fifty summers ago. I heard him
• 40:22
  Speaker 4: grunt and chuckle. I heard him pass to his den.
• 40:25
  Speaker 4: He left me blind to the darkened years and the
• 40:28
  Speaker 4: little mercy of men. Now you go down in the
• 40:32
  Speaker 4: morning with guns of the newer style that load I
• 40:35
  Speaker 4: have felt in the middle and range. I have heard
• 40:38
  Speaker 4: a mile luck to the white man's rifle that shoots
• 40:42
  Speaker 4: so fast and true. But pay and I lift my
• 40:46
  Speaker 4: bandage and show what the bear can do. Flash like
• 40:50
  Speaker 4: slag in the furnacenobbed and withered in gray matune, the
• 40:55
  Speaker 4: old blind beggar. He gives good worth for his pay.
• 40:59
  Speaker 4: Rouse him at new in the bushes, follow and press
• 41:02
  Speaker 4: him hard, not for his ragings and roarings fledgy from
• 41:06
  Speaker 4: Adam's ad. But pay and I put back the bandage.
• 41:11
  Speaker 4: This is the time to fear. When he stands up
• 41:14
  Speaker 4: like a tired man, tottering near and near. When he
• 41:18
  Speaker 4: stands up as pleading and wavering man brute guise, when
• 41:22
  Speaker 4: he veils the hate and cunning of the little swinish eyes,
• 41:27
  Speaker 4: when he shows as seeking quarter with paws like hands
• 41:31
  Speaker 4: in prayer. That is the time of peril, the time
• 41:34
  Speaker 4: of the truce of the bear, alas noseless and lipless,
• 41:39
  Speaker 4: asking a dole at the door, a tune the old
• 41:42
  Speaker 4: line beggar, he tells it, or and or fumbling and
• 41:46
  Speaker 4: feeling the rifles, warming his hands with the flame, hearing
• 41:50
  Speaker 4: our careless white men talk of the morrow's game, over
• 41:54
  Speaker 4: and over, the story ending as he began. There is
• 41:58
  Speaker 4: no truce without as sad there that looks like a man.
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  Speaker 4: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: The Old Men by Rudyard Kipling read for LibriVox dot
• 42:17
  Speaker 5: Org by Shishangjakmulah. This is our lot. If we live
• 42:24
  Speaker 5: so long and labor unto the end, that we outlive
• 42:28
  Speaker 5: the impatient years and the much too patient friend. And
• 42:32
  Speaker 5: because we know we have breadth in our mouth and
• 42:36
  Speaker 5: think we have thought in our head, we shall assume
• 42:40
  Speaker 5: that we are alive, whereas we are really dead. We
• 42:45
  Speaker 5: shall not acknowledge that old stars fade, or alien planets arise,
• 42:51
  Speaker 5: that the shere bush birds, or the desert blooms, or
• 42:55
  Speaker 5: the ancient well head rise, or any new compass wherewith
• 43:00
  Speaker 5: new men adventure neat new skies, we shall lift up
• 43:04
  Speaker 5: the ropes that constrained our youth to bind on our
• 43:08
  Speaker 5: children's hands. We shall call to the water below the
• 43:12
  Speaker 5: bridges to return and replenish our lands. We shall harness
• 43:18
  Speaker 5: horses death's own pale horses, and scholarly plow the sands.
• 43:24
  Speaker 5: We shall lie down in the eye of the sun,
• 43:27
  Speaker 5: for lack of a light on our way. We shall
• 43:30
  Speaker 5: rise up when the day is done, and cheer up.
• 43:33
  Speaker 5: Behold it is day. We shall abide till the battle
• 43:38
  Speaker 5: is worn near. We amble into the fray. We shall
• 43:42
  Speaker 5: peck out and discuss, and dissect, and avert and extrude
• 43:46
  Speaker 5: to our mind the flaccid tissues of long dead, issues
• 43:51
  Speaker 5: offensive to God and mankind. Precisely like vultures over a
• 43:56
  Speaker 5: knox that the army has left behind. We shall make
• 44:00
  Speaker 5: walk preposterous coasts of the glories we once created, immodestly
• 44:06
  Speaker 5: smearing from muddle palets, amazing pigments, mismat it. And our
• 44:12
  Speaker 5: friends will weep when we ask them with posts. If
• 44:16
  Speaker 5: our natural forces be abated, the lamp of our youth
• 44:20
  Speaker 5: will be utterly out. But we shall subsist on the
• 44:24
  Speaker 5: smell of it. And whatever we do, we shall fold
• 44:28
  Speaker 5: our hands and suck our gums and think well of it. Yes,
• 44:34
  Speaker 5: we shall be perfectly pleased with our work. And that
• 44:38
  Speaker 5: is the perfectest hell of it. This is our lot.
• 44:43
  Speaker 5: If we live so long and listen to those who
• 44:47
  Speaker 5: love us, that we are shunned by the people about,
• 44:51
  Speaker 5: and shamed by the powers above us. Wherefore, be free
• 44:56
  Speaker 5: of your harness, Betimes, But being free, be assured that
• 45:02
  Speaker 5: he who hath not endured to the death from his birth,
• 45:07
  Speaker 5: he had never endured. End of poem. This recording is
• 45:13
  Speaker 5: in the public domain. The Explorer by Rudyard Kipling read
• 45:23
  Speaker 5: for LibriVox dot Org by shshangjak Mullah. There is no
• 45:28
  Speaker 5: sense in going further. It's the edge of cultivation, so
• 45:32
  Speaker 5: they said, And I believed it. Broke my land and
• 45:36
  Speaker 5: sowed my crop, built my bonds and strung my fences
• 45:40
  Speaker 5: in the little body station tucked away below the foothills,
• 45:45
  Speaker 5: with the trails run out, and stop till a voice
• 45:50
  Speaker 5: as bad as conscience rank interminable changes on one, everlasting
• 45:56
  Speaker 5: whisper day and night, repeated. So thing hidden, go and
• 46:01
  Speaker 5: find it, Go and look behind the ranges, something lost
• 46:06
  Speaker 5: behind the ranges, lost in waiting for you go. So
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  Speaker 5: I went, worn out of patience, never told my nearest neighbors,
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  Speaker 5: stole away with pack and ponies, left him drinking in
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  Speaker 5: the town. And the faith that moveth mountains didn't seem
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  Speaker 5: to help my labors. As I faced the sheer main ranges,
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  Speaker 5: whipping up and leading down march by march, I puzzled
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  Speaker 5: through em, turning flanks and dodging shoulders, hurried on in
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  Speaker 5: hope of water, headed back for lack of grass till
• 46:41
  Speaker 5: I camped above the tree line, drifted snow and naked boulders,
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  Speaker 5: felt free air astare to windward. Knew i'd stumble on
• 46:49
  Speaker 5: the pass, taught to name it for the finder. But
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  Speaker 5: that night the norther found me, froze and killed the plains,
• 46:58
  Speaker 5: spread ponies. So I called the camp despair. It's the
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  Speaker 5: railway gap.
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  Speaker 6: To day.
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  Speaker 5: Though then my whisper waked to hound me. Something lost
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  Speaker 5: behind the ranges over yonder go you there? Then I
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  Speaker 5: knew the While I doubted, knew his hand was certain
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  Speaker 5: over me. Still it might be self delusion. Scores of
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  Speaker 5: better men had died. I could reach the township living.
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  Speaker 5: But he knows what terrors store me. But I didn't,
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  Speaker 5: But I didn't. I went down the other side till
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  Speaker 5: the snow ran out in flowers, and the flowers turned
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  Speaker 5: to aloes, and the aloes sprung to thickets, and a
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  Speaker 5: brimming stream ran by. But the thickets dwined to thorn scrub,
• 47:49
  Speaker 5: and the water drained to shallows. And I dropped again
• 47:52
  Speaker 5: on desert, blasted earth and blasting sky. I remember lighting
• 47:58
  Speaker 5: fires at a mimi sitting by them. I remember seeing faces,
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  Speaker 5: hearing voices through the smoke. I remembered they were fancy.
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  Speaker 5: For I threw a stone to triumph. Something lost behind
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  Speaker 5: the ranges was the only word they spoke. I remember
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  Speaker 5: going crazy. I remembered that I knew it when I
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  Speaker 5: heard myself hallowing to the funny folk. I saw very
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  Speaker 5: full of dreams and desert, but my two legs took
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  Speaker 5: me through it, and I used to watch em moving
• 48:30
  Speaker 5: with the toes, all black and raw. But at last
• 48:34
  Speaker 5: the country altered white man's country, past disputing rolling grass
• 48:40
  Speaker 5: and open timber, with the hint of hills behind there.
• 48:44
  Speaker 5: I found me food and water, and I lay a
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  Speaker 5: weak recruiting got my strength and lost my nightmares. Then
• 48:52
  Speaker 5: I entered on my find thence I ran my first
• 48:57
  Speaker 5: rough survey, chose my trees and blame East, Entering them.
• 49:01
  Speaker 5: Week by week, I pried and sampled. Week by week
• 49:05
  Speaker 5: my findings grew. Saul he went to look for donkeys,
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  Speaker 5: and by God he found a kingdom. But by God
• 49:14
  Speaker 5: who sent his whisper, I had struck the worth of two. Up.
• 49:19
  Speaker 5: Along the hostile mountains were the hair poised snows like shivers.
• 49:24
  Speaker 5: Down and through the big fat marshes that the virgin
• 49:27
  Speaker 5: or bed stains, till I heard the mild wide mutterings
• 49:31
  Speaker 5: of unimagined rivers, and beyond the nameless timbers, saw illimitable plains,
• 49:39
  Speaker 5: plotted sights of future cities, traced the easy grades between them,
• 49:44
  Speaker 5: watched unharnessed rapids wasting fifty thousand head an hour, counted
• 49:49
  Speaker 5: leagues of water if frontage through the axe ripe woods
• 49:53
  Speaker 5: that screen em saw the plan to feed a people
• 49:57
  Speaker 5: up and waiting for the power. Well, I know who'll
• 50:01
  Speaker 5: take the credit. All the clever chaps that followed came
• 50:05
  Speaker 5: a dozen men together, never knew my desert fears track
• 50:09
  Speaker 5: me by the camps. I'd quitted used to water holes
• 50:13
  Speaker 5: I'd hollowed. They'll go back and do the talking. They'll
• 50:17
  Speaker 5: be called the pioneers. They will find my sights of townships,
• 50:21
  Speaker 5: not the cities that I set there. They will rediscover rivers,
• 50:25
  Speaker 5: not my rivers heard at night, but my own old
• 50:29
  Speaker 5: marks and bearings. They will show me how to get
• 50:32
  Speaker 5: there by the lonely cairns I build it. They will
• 50:35
  Speaker 5: guide my feet aright. Have I named one single river?
• 50:40
  Speaker 5: Have I claimed one single acre? Have I kept one
• 50:43
  Speaker 5: single nugget barring samples? No? Not I because my prize
• 50:50
  Speaker 5: was paid me ten times over by my maker. But
• 50:53
  Speaker 5: you wouldn't understand it. You go up and occupy oers.
• 50:58
  Speaker 5: You'll find there wood and cattle, water transit sure and steady,
• 51:03
  Speaker 5: that should keep the railway rates down, Coal and iron
• 51:07
  Speaker 5: at your doors. Got took care to hide that country
• 51:10
  Speaker 5: till he judged his people ready. Then he chose me
• 51:14
  Speaker 5: for his whisper. And I've found it and it's yours. Yes,
• 51:19
  Speaker 5: you're never never country, Yes, your edge of cultivation, and
• 51:25
  Speaker 5: no sense in going further till I crossed the range
• 51:28
  Speaker 5: to see God forgive me. No I didn't. It's God's
• 51:33
  Speaker 5: present to our nation. Anybody might have found it, but
• 51:37
  Speaker 5: his whisper came to me. End of poem. This regarding
• 51:42
  Speaker 5: is in the public domain. The wage Slaves by Rudyard
• 51:52
  Speaker 5: Kipling read for Libryvox dot Org by Shushang jak Mullah. Oh,
• 51:58
  Speaker 5: glorious are the gods heights where guardian souls abide self
• 52:04
  Speaker 5: exile from our gross delights above beyond outside an ampler arc,
• 52:10
  Speaker 5: their spirit swings commands a justive view. We have their
• 52:15
  Speaker 5: word for all these things. No doubt their words are true.
• 52:20
  Speaker 5: Yet we, the bond slaves of our day, whom dirt endanger,
• 52:24
  Speaker 5: press go ires of insolence, delay, and leagued unfaithfulness, such
• 52:31
  Speaker 5: as our need must seek. Indeed, and having found, engage
• 52:37
  Speaker 5: the men who merely do the work for which they
• 52:41
  Speaker 5: draw the wage from forge and farm, and mine and bench, deck, altar, outpost, loan, mill, school, battalion,
• 52:53
  Speaker 5: counter trench, rail, senate, sheepfold, throne, creations. Cry goes upon high,
• 53:01
  Speaker 5: from age to cheated age. Send us the men who
• 53:05
  Speaker 5: do the work for which they draw the wage. Words
• 53:10
  Speaker 5: cannot help, nor wit, achieve, nor even the all gifted
• 53:15
  Speaker 5: fool too weak to enter, bide or leave the lists
• 53:20
  Speaker 5: he cannot rule beneath the sun we count on. None
• 53:25
  Speaker 5: are evil to a swage, except the men that do
• 53:28
  Speaker 5: the work for which they draw the wage. When through
• 53:33
  Speaker 5: the gates of stress and strain comes forth the vast event,
• 53:38
  Speaker 5: the simple sheer, sufficing saine result of labor spent. They
• 53:44
  Speaker 5: that have wrought the end untaught be neither saint nor sage,
• 53:51
  Speaker 5: but men who merely did the work for which they
• 53:54
  Speaker 5: drew the wage. Wherefore to these the faiths shall bend,
• 54:00
  Speaker 5: and all old idle things, Wherefore on these shall power
• 54:05
  Speaker 5: attend beyond the grasp of kings. Each in his place,
• 54:10
  Speaker 5: by right not grace, shall rule his heritage. The men
• 54:16
  Speaker 5: who simply do the work for which they draw the wage,
• 54:22
  Speaker 5: not such as scorn the loitering street or ways to
• 54:26
  Speaker 5: earn its, praise their noontides unreturning heat about their morning ways.
• 54:34
  Speaker 5: But such as doavur each mortgaged, ever alike, with clean courage.
• 54:42
  Speaker 5: Even the men who do the work for which they
• 54:45
  Speaker 5: draw the wage. Men, like to gods, that do the
• 54:50
  Speaker 5: work for which they draw the wage, begin continue close
• 54:55
  Speaker 5: the work for which they draw the wage. End of
• 55:01
  Speaker 5: the poem. This recording is in the public domain. The
• 55:10
  Speaker 5: Burial by Rudyard Kipling readfully remarks dot Org by shushangjak Mullah.
• 55:18
  Speaker 5: When that great king's returned to clay or emperors in
• 55:22
  Speaker 5: their pride, grief of a day shall fill a day
• 55:26
  Speaker 5: because its creature died. But we we reckon, not with
• 55:31
  Speaker 5: those whom the mere fates ordain this power, that rottenness,
• 55:36
  Speaker 5: and goes back to the power again. Dreamer devout by vision,
• 55:42
  Speaker 5: led beyond our guests, or reach the travail of his
• 55:47
  Speaker 5: spirit bread cities in place of speech so huge, the
• 55:52
  Speaker 5: all mustering thought that drove so brief the term allowed nations,
• 55:58
  Speaker 5: not words. He linked to prove his faith before the crowd.
• 56:05
  Speaker 5: It is his will that he look forth across the world.
• 56:10
  Speaker 5: He won the granite of the ancient North, great spaces
• 56:15
  Speaker 5: washed with sun. There shall he patient make his seat,
• 56:20
  Speaker 5: as when the death he dared, and there await a
• 56:24
  Speaker 5: people's feet in the parts that he prepared there till
• 56:29
  Speaker 5: the vision he foresaw, splendid and whole arise, and an
• 56:34
  Speaker 5: imagined empireous draw to counsels neath his skies. The immense
• 56:40
  Speaker 5: and brooding spirit still shall quicken in control living. He
• 56:46
  Speaker 5: was the land and dead, his soul shall be her soul.
• 56:52
  Speaker 5: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 57:02
  Speaker 1: General drewbat By Rogi Kipling read for Libevox dot Org
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  Speaker 1: by Allenlore. With those that bred, with those that loosed
• 57:14
  Speaker 1: the strife, he had no part whose hands were clear
• 57:19
  Speaker 1: of gain, but subtle, strong and stubborn, gave his life
• 57:25
  Speaker 1: to a lost cause, and knew the gift was vain.
• 57:30
  Speaker 1: Later shall rise a people sane and great, forged in
• 57:36
  Speaker 1: strong fires by equal war, made one telling old battles
• 57:43
  Speaker 1: over without hate. Not least his name shall pass from
• 57:47
  Speaker 1: sire to son. He may not meet the en sweep
• 57:53
  Speaker 1: of Arvan in the doomed city when we closed the score.
• 57:58
  Speaker 1: Yet o'er his grave, his grave that holds a man
• 58:02
  Speaker 1: our deep tongue, guns shall answer his once more. End
• 58:10
  Speaker 1: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 58:21
  Speaker 2: The Palace by Rudyard Kipling read for Librovox dot Org
• 58:25
  Speaker 2: Billery Wilson. When I was a king and a mason,
• 58:30
  Speaker 2: a master proven in skilled, I cleared me ground for
• 58:34
  Speaker 2: a palace such as a king should build. I decreed,
• 58:37
  Speaker 2: and dug down to my levels. Presently under the silt
• 58:41
  Speaker 2: I came on the wreck of a palace such as
• 58:44
  Speaker 2: a king had built. There was no worth in the fashion,
• 58:49
  Speaker 2: there was no wit in the plan. Hither thither aimless.
• 58:53
  Speaker 2: The ruined footings ran masonry brute, mishandled, but carbon on
• 58:58
  Speaker 2: every stone. After me cometh the builder, tell him, I
• 59:02
  Speaker 2: too have known swift to use my trenches where my
• 59:07
  Speaker 2: well planned ground works grew. I tumbled his coins and
• 59:11
  Speaker 2: his ashlars, and cut and reset them. Anew lime I
• 59:15
  Speaker 2: milled of the marbles, burned it, slacked it, and spread,
• 59:20
  Speaker 2: taking and leaving a pleasure the gifts of the humble dead.
• 59:24
  Speaker 2: Yet I despised, not nor gloried. Yet as we wrenched
• 59:28
  Speaker 2: them apart, I read in the raised foundations the heart
• 59:31
  Speaker 2: of that builder's heart, as he had risen and pleaded.
• 59:35
  Speaker 2: So did I understand the form of the dream he
• 59:39
  Speaker 2: had followed, in the face of the thing he had planned.
• 59:43
  Speaker 2: When I was a king and a mason, in the
• 59:45
  Speaker 2: open noon of my pride, they sent me a word
• 59:49
  Speaker 2: from the darkness. They whispered and called me aside. They
• 59:54
  Speaker 2: said the end is forbidden. They said, thy use is fulfilled,
• 1:00:01
  Speaker 2: and thy palace shall stand as that others. The spoil
• 1:00:05
  Speaker 2: of a king who shall build. I called my men
• 1:00:08
  Speaker 2: from the trenches, my quarries, my wharfs, and my shears.
• 1:00:13
  Speaker 2: All I had wrought I abandoned to the faith of
• 1:00:16
  Speaker 2: the faithless. Years only I cut on the timber. Only
• 1:00:21
  Speaker 2: I carved on the stone. After me cometh a builder,
• 1:00:25
  Speaker 2: Tell him, I too have known.
• 1:00:29
  Speaker 7: In the poem.
• 1:00:31
  Speaker 2: This recording is in the public domain.
• 1:00:39
  Speaker 8: Sussex by Rdard Kipling read for LibriVox dot Org by Kellygan.
• 1:00:45
  Speaker 8: God gave all men all earth to love. But since
• 1:00:48
  Speaker 8: our hearts are small, ordained for each one spot should
• 1:00:51
  Speaker 8: prove beloved over all that as he watched Creation's birth,
• 1:00:56
  Speaker 8: so we, in godlike mood, may of our love create
• 1:01:00
  Speaker 8: our earth and see that it is good. So one
• 1:01:03
  Speaker 8: shall Baltic pines content as one some surry glade, or
• 1:01:07
  Speaker 8: one the palm groves droned lament before Levuca's trade, Each
• 1:01:12
  Speaker 8: to his choice, And I rejoice the lot has fallen
• 1:01:15
  Speaker 8: to me. In a fair ground. In a fair ground,
• 1:01:19
  Speaker 8: yea Sussex by the sea. No tender hearted garden crowns,
• 1:01:24
  Speaker 8: no bosomed woods adorn our blunt bowheaded whale backed downs,
• 1:01:29
  Speaker 8: but gnarled and rhythen thorn bare slopes were chasing shadows
• 1:01:33
  Speaker 8: skim and through the gaps revealed belt upon belt, the wooded,
• 1:01:37
  Speaker 8: dim blue goodness of the wield, clean of officious fence
• 1:01:43
  Speaker 8: or hedge, half wild and holy, tame the wise turf
• 1:01:47
  Speaker 8: cloaks the white cliff edge, as when the Romans came,
• 1:01:51
  Speaker 8: What sign of those that fought and died? At shift
• 1:01:54
  Speaker 8: of sword and sword, The barrel and the camp abide
• 1:01:57
  Speaker 8: the sunlight and the sword. Here leaps ashore, the full
• 1:02:01
  Speaker 8: south west, all heavy winged with brine. Here lies above
• 1:02:04
  Speaker 8: the folded crest. The channels lead in line, and here
• 1:02:08
  Speaker 8: the sea FOG's lap and cling, And here each warning
• 1:02:11
  Speaker 8: each the sheep bells and the ship bells ring along
• 1:02:15
  Speaker 8: the hidden beach. We have no waters to delight our
• 1:02:19
  Speaker 8: broad and brookless veils. Only the dw pond on the height,
• 1:02:22
  Speaker 8: unfed that never fails, whereby no tattered herbage tells which
• 1:02:27
  Speaker 8: way the season flies, Only our close bit time that
• 1:02:30
  Speaker 8: smells like dawn in paradise. Here, though the strong, unhampered days,
• 1:02:36
  Speaker 8: the tinkling silence, thrills, or little lost down churches praise
• 1:02:40
  Speaker 8: the Lord who made the hills. But here the old
• 1:02:43
  Speaker 8: gods guard their round and in her secret heart the
• 1:02:47
  Speaker 8: Heathen kingdom. Wilfrid found dreams as she dwells apart, though
• 1:02:52
  Speaker 8: all the rest were all my share with equal soul,
• 1:02:54
  Speaker 8: I'd see her nine and thirty sisters fare, yet none
• 1:02:58
  Speaker 8: more fair than she. Choose ye your need from Thames
• 1:03:01
  Speaker 8: to Tweed, and I will choose instead such lands as
• 1:03:04
  Speaker 8: lie TwixT rake and Rye, black down and beechy head.
• 1:03:09
  Speaker 8: I will go out against the sun, where the rolled
• 1:03:11
  Speaker 8: scarp retires, and a long man of Whelmington looks naked
• 1:03:15
  Speaker 8: toward the Shires and east till doubling rather crawls to
• 1:03:19
  Speaker 8: find the fickle tide. By dry and sea forgotten walls
• 1:03:23
  Speaker 8: are ports of stranded pride. I will go north, about
• 1:03:27
  Speaker 8: the shaws and the deep gills that breed huge oaks
• 1:03:30
  Speaker 8: and old the which we hold no more than Sussex weed,
• 1:03:34
  Speaker 8: Or south, where windy pitting hose begilded dolphin veers, and
• 1:03:39
  Speaker 8: black beside wide banked ooze lie down our Sussex steers.
• 1:03:44
  Speaker 8: So to the land our hearts we give, till the
• 1:03:46
  Speaker 8: sure magic strike and memory, use and love make live
• 1:03:51
  Speaker 8: us and our fields alike that deeper than our speech
• 1:03:55
  Speaker 8: and thought, beyond our reasons, sway clay of the pit,
• 1:03:58
  Speaker 8: whence we were wrought yearns to its fellow clay. God
• 1:04:03
  Speaker 8: gives all men all earth to love, But since man's
• 1:04:06
  Speaker 8: heart is small, ordains for each one's spot shall prove
• 1:04:10
  Speaker 8: beloved over all, each to his choice. And I rejoice
• 1:04:14
  Speaker 8: the lot has fallen to me in a fair ground,
• 1:04:17
  Speaker 8: in a fair ground, yea Sussex by the sea. End
• 1:04:23
  Speaker 8: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 1:04:33
  Speaker 3: Song of the Wise Children by Rudyard Kipling, read for
• 1:04:37
  Speaker 3: LibriVox dot Org by Adrian Stephens. Song of the Wise Children,
• 1:04:44
  Speaker 3: When the darkened fifties dip to the north, and frost
• 1:04:48
  Speaker 3: and the fog divide the air, and the day is dead.
• 1:04:52
  Speaker 3: At his breaking forth, sirs, it is bitter beneath the
• 1:04:57
  Speaker 3: bear far to southward. They wi and glance the milliont
• 1:05:02
  Speaker 3: molten spears of morn, the spears of our deliverance, that
• 1:05:06
  Speaker 3: shine on the house where we were born, Flying fish
• 1:05:10
  Speaker 3: about our boughs, flying sea fires in our wake. This
• 1:05:15
  Speaker 3: is the road to our father's house. Whither we go
• 1:05:18
  Speaker 3: for our soul's sake. We have forfeited our birthright. We
• 1:05:23
  Speaker 3: have forsaken all things meet, We have forgotten the look
• 1:05:26
  Speaker 3: of light we have forgotten the scent of heat. They
• 1:05:31
  Speaker 3: that walk with shaded brows year by year in a
• 1:05:34
  Speaker 3: shining land. They be men of our father's house. They
• 1:05:39
  Speaker 3: shall receive us and understand. We shall go back by
• 1:05:44
  Speaker 3: boltless doors to the life unaltered, our childhood new, to
• 1:05:49
  Speaker 3: the naked feet on the cool, dark floors, and the
• 1:05:52
  Speaker 3: high sealed rooms that the trade blows through, to the
• 1:05:57
  Speaker 3: trumpet flowers and the moon beyond, and the treetoad's chorus
• 1:06:01
  Speaker 3: drowning all, and the lisp of the split banana frond
• 1:06:05
  Speaker 3: that talked us to sleep when we were small. The
• 1:06:09
  Speaker 3: wayside magic, the threshold spells shall soon undo what the
• 1:06:14
  Speaker 3: North has done. Because of the sights and the sounds
• 1:06:18
  Speaker 3: and the smells that ran with our youth in the
• 1:06:21
  Speaker 3: eye of the sun and earth excepting shall ask no vows,
• 1:06:26
  Speaker 3: nor the sea, our love, nor our lover the sky.
• 1:06:30
  Speaker 3: When we return to our father's house. Only the English
• 1:06:34
  Speaker 3: shall wonder why. End of poem. This recording is in
• 1:06:40
  Speaker 3: the public domain.
• 1:06:46
  Speaker 9: Buddha at Kamakura by Rudyard Kipling, red for Librevoxda dorg
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  Speaker 9: And there is a Japanese eye idol at Kamakura O
• 1:07:03
  Speaker 9: ye who tread the narrow way by tofit flair to judgment. Day,
• 1:07:11
  Speaker 9: be jentle when the heathen pray to Buddha at Kamakura,
• 1:07:18
  Speaker 9: to him the way the law apart, whom Maya held
• 1:07:24
  Speaker 9: beneath her heart. Ananda's lord, the badhasat the Buddha of Kamakura.
• 1:07:33
  Speaker 9: For though he neither burns, nor sees nor hears, ye
• 1:07:38
  Speaker 9: think your deities, ye have not sinned with such as
• 1:07:44
  Speaker 9: these his children at Kamakura. Yet sparera still the Western
• 1:07:51
  Speaker 9: joke when josticks turn to scented smoke, the little sins
• 1:07:57
  Speaker 9: of little folk that worship at Kamakura, the gray robed
• 1:08:04
  Speaker 9: gay sashed butterflies that flit beneath the Master's eyes. He
• 1:08:10
  Speaker 9: is beyond the mysteries, but loves them at Kamakura. And
• 1:08:16
  Speaker 9: whoso will, from pride released contemning, neither creed nor priest
• 1:08:24
  Speaker 9: may feel the soul of all the East about him
• 1:08:29
  Speaker 9: at Kamakura. Yea every tale Onunda heard of birth as
• 1:08:37
  Speaker 9: fish or beast or bird, while yet in lives the
• 1:08:42
  Speaker 9: Master stirred. The warm wind brings Kamakura till drowsy eyelids
• 1:08:50
  Speaker 9: seem to see a flower neath her golden Hitti. The
• 1:08:57
  Speaker 9: schwadigon flare easterly from Burma to Kamakura, and down the
• 1:09:05
  Speaker 9: loaded air. There comes the thunder of Tibetan drums and
• 1:09:12
  Speaker 9: droned om mane padme oms, a world's whiff from Kamakura.
• 1:09:21
  Speaker 9: Yet Brahmin's rule bene'erest still Bodgaya's ruins pit the hill,
• 1:09:29
  Speaker 9: and the beef fed zealots threaten ill to Buddha and Kamakura.
• 1:09:37
  Speaker 9: A tourist show. A legend told a rusting bulk of
• 1:09:42
  Speaker 9: bronze and gold, so much and scarce, so much. Ye
• 1:09:50
  Speaker 9: hold the meaning of Kamakura. But when the morning prayer
• 1:09:57
  Speaker 9: is prayed, think ere ye pass to strife and trade.
• 1:10:04
  Speaker 9: Is God in human image, made no nearer than Camacora
• 1:10:12
  Speaker 9: and of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 1:10:24
  Speaker 1: The White Man's Burden by Richard Kipling read Pilipivox dot
• 1:10:30
  Speaker 1: Org by Allan Lawley. Take up the white Man's burden,
• 1:10:37
  Speaker 1: Send forth the best ye breed. Go bind your sons
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  Speaker 1: to exile, to serve your captive's need, to wait in
• 1:10:46
  Speaker 1: heavy harness on fluttered folk and wild your new court
• 1:10:52
  Speaker 1: sullate peoples, half devil and half child. Take up the
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  Speaker 1: white man's burden in patience, to abide, to veil the
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  Speaker 1: threat of terror, and check the show of pride by
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  Speaker 1: open speech and simple an hundred times made plain. To
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  Speaker 1: seek another's profit and work another's gain. Take up the
• 1:11:19
  Speaker 1: white man's burden. The savage wars of peace fell full
• 1:11:24
  Speaker 1: the mouth of famine, and bid the sickness cease. And
• 1:11:29
  Speaker 1: when your goal is nearest the end for other sort,
• 1:11:34
  Speaker 1: what sloth and heathen folly, bring all your hope to nought.
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  Speaker 1: Take up the white man's burden. No tawdy rules of kings,
• 1:11:46
  Speaker 1: but toil of self and sweeper the tale of common things.
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  Speaker 1: The port she shall not enter, the roads she shall
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  Speaker 1: not tread. Go make them with your living, and mark
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  Speaker 1: them with your dead. Take up the white man's burden
• 1:12:06
  Speaker 1: and reap his old reward. The blame of those ye better,
• 1:12:11
  Speaker 1: the hate of those ye guard, the cry of hosts,
• 1:12:15
  Speaker 1: Ye humor as slowly toward the light, Why brought ye
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  Speaker 1: us from bondage, Our loved Egyptian Knight, Take up the
• 1:12:28
  Speaker 1: white man's burden. Ye dare not stoop to less, nor
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  Speaker 1: call too loud on freedom. To cloak your weariness by
• 1:12:37
  Speaker 1: all ye cry or whisper, By all ye leave, or
• 1:12:41
  Speaker 1: do the silent, sullen peoples shall weigh your gods, and
• 1:12:47
  Speaker 1: you take up the white man's burden. Have done with
• 1:12:52
  Speaker 1: chardish days, the lightly proffer'd laurel, the easy ungrudg praise
• 1:13:00
  Speaker 1: comes now to search your manhood through all the thankless years,
• 1:13:06
  Speaker 1: cold edged with dead boat wisdom, the judgment of your peers.
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  Speaker 1: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 8: Pharaoh and the Sergeant by Riyard Kipling read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 8: dot Org by Kelly Gonn. Consider that the meritorious services
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  Speaker 8: of the sergeant instructors attached to the Egyptian army have
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  Speaker 8: been inadequately acknowledged. To the excellence of their work is
• 1:13:40
  Speaker 8: mainly due the great improvement that has taken place in
• 1:13:42
  Speaker 8: the soldiers of His Highness. The cadive extract from letter
• 1:13:48
  Speaker 8: said England unto Pharaoh, I must make a man of
• 1:13:50
  Speaker 8: you that will stand upon his feet and play the
• 1:13:52
  Speaker 8: game that will maxim his oppressor, as a Christian ought
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  Speaker 8: to do. And she sent old Pharaoh's sergeant what's his name?
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  Speaker 8: It was not a duke, nor earl, nor yet a vicount.
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  Speaker 8: It was not a big brass general that came, but
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  Speaker 8: a man in khaki kit who could handle men a
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  Speaker 8: bit with his betting. Labeled sergeant what's his name? Said
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  Speaker 8: England unto Pharaoh. Though at present singing small, you shall
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  Speaker 8: hum a proper tune before it ends. And she introduced
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  Speaker 8: old Pharaoh to the sergeant once for all, and left
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  Speaker 8: em in the desert making friends. It was not a
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  Speaker 8: crystal palace nor cathedral. It was not a public house
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  Speaker 8: of common fame, but a piece of red hot sand
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  Speaker 8: with a palm on either hand and a little hut
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  Speaker 8: for sergeant what's his name? Said England unto Pharaoh. You've
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  Speaker 8: met miracles before when aaron struck your rivers into blood.
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  Speaker 8: But if you watch the sergeant, he can show you
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  Speaker 8: something more. He's a charm for making riflemen for mud.
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  Speaker 8: It was neither Hindustani, French nor Coptics. It was odds
• 1:14:51
  Speaker 8: and ends and leavings of the same, translated by a stick,
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  Speaker 8: which is really half the trick. And Farah harked to
• 1:14:58
  Speaker 8: sergeant what's his name? There were years that no one
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  Speaker 8: talked of. There were times of horrid doubt. There was
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  Speaker 8: faith and hope and whacking and despair, while the sergeant
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  Speaker 8: gave the cautions and he combed old Pharaoh out. And
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  Speaker 8: England didn't seem to know or care. That is England's
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  Speaker 8: awful way of doing business. She would serve her God
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  Speaker 8: or Gordon just the same, for she thinks her empire
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  Speaker 8: still is the strand in Holborn Hill. And she didn't
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  Speaker 8: think of Sergeant what's his name? Said England to the sergeant,
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  Speaker 8: you can let my people go. England used him cheap
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  Speaker 8: and nasty from the start, and they entered em in
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  Speaker 8: battle on a most astonished foe. But the sergeant he
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  Speaker 8: had hardened Pharaoh's heart that was broke along of all
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  Speaker 8: the plagues of Egypt three thousand years before the sergeant came,
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  Speaker 8: and he mended it again in a little more than
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  Speaker 8: ten So Pharaoh fought like Sergeant what's his name? It
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  Speaker 8: was wicked, bad campaigning, cheap and nasty from the first.
• 1:15:52
  Speaker 8: There was heat and dust and coolie work and sun.
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  Speaker 8: There were vipers, flies and sandstorms. There was cholera and thirst.
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  Speaker 8: But Pharaoh done the best he ever done, down the desert,
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  Speaker 8: down the railway, down the river, like Israelites from bondage.
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  Speaker 8: So he came tween the clouds of dust and fire,
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  Speaker 8: to the land of his desire and his Moses. It
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  Speaker 8: was Sergeant what's his name? We are eating dirt and
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  Speaker 8: handfuls for to save our daily bread, which we have
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  Speaker 8: to buy from those that hate us most. And we
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  Speaker 8: must not raise the money where the sergeant raised the dead.
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  Speaker 8: And it's wrong and bad and dangerous to boast. But
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  Speaker 8: he did it on the cheap and on the quiet.
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  Speaker 8: And he's not allowed to forward any claim. Though he
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  Speaker 8: drilled a black man white, though he made a mummy fight,
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  Speaker 8: he will still continue Sergeant what's his name? Private, corporal, color,
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  Speaker 8: sergeant and instructor, but the everlasting miracles the same end
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  Speaker 8: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 10: Our Lady of the Snows by red Yard Kipling, Bedford,
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  Speaker 10: LibriVox dot Org by April six zero nine zero, California,
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  Speaker 10: United States of America, Our Lady of the Snows Canadian
• 1:17:10
  Speaker 10: Preferential Tariff, eighteen ninety seven. A nation spoke to a nation,
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  Speaker 10: A queen sent word to a throne.
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  Speaker 2: Daughter.
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  Speaker 10: Am I in my mother's house, but mistress in my own?
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  Speaker 10: The gates are mine to open, as the gates are
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  Speaker 10: mine to close. And I set my house in order,
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  Speaker 10: said the Lady of the Snows, neither with laughter nor
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  Speaker 10: weeping fear of the child's a maze. Soberly under the
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  Speaker 10: white man's law. My white men go their ways, not
• 1:17:42
  Speaker 10: for the gentile's clamor insult, or threat of blows. Bow
• 1:17:47
  Speaker 10: we the knee to ball, set, our Lady of the Snows.
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  Speaker 10: My speech is clean and single. I talk of common things,
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  Speaker 10: words of the wharf, and the market place, and the
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  Speaker 10: whare the merchant brings favor to those I favor, but
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  Speaker 10: a stumbling block to my foes. Many there be that
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  Speaker 10: hate us, said our Lady of the Snows. I called
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  Speaker 10: my chiefs to council in the din of a troubled year,
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  Speaker 10: for the sake of a sign. Ye would not see
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  Speaker 10: any word, ye would not hear. This is our message
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  Speaker 10: and answer. This is the path we chose, for we
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  Speaker 10: be also a people, said our Lady of the Snows.
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  Speaker 10: Carry the word to my sisters, to the queens of
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  Speaker 10: the east and the south. I have proven faith in
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  Speaker 10: the heritage by more than the word of the mouth.
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  Speaker 10: They that are wise may follow ere the world's war
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  Speaker 10: trumpet blows, But I I am first in the battle,
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  Speaker 10: said our Lady of the Snows. A nation spoke to
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  Speaker 10: a nation. A throne sent word to a throne.
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  Speaker 2: Daughter.
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  Speaker 10: Am I in my mother's house, but mistress in my own?
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  Speaker 10: The gates are mine to open. The gates are mine
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  Speaker 10: too close, And I abide by my mother's house, said
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  Speaker 10: our Lady of the Snows. End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 10: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Et Dona Ferentis by Rudyard Kipling, wrote for Libervox dot
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  Speaker 7: org by Vinnie Siram in extended observation of the ways
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  Speaker 7: and works of man from the four mile radius roughly
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  Speaker 7: to the plains of Hindustan. I have drunk with mixed assemblies,
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  Speaker 7: seen the racial ruction rise, and the men of half
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  Speaker 7: creation damning half Creation's eyes. I have watched them in
• 1:19:43
  Speaker 7: their tantrums, all that pentecostal crew, French, Italian, Arab, Spaniard,
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  Speaker 7: Dutch and Greek and russ and jew celt and Savage,
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  Speaker 7: buff and ochre, cream and yellow, mauve and white. But
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  Speaker 7: it never really mattered till the English grew polite, to
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  Speaker 7: the men with polished toppers, till the men in long
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  Speaker 7: frock coats, till the men that do not duel till
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  Speaker 7: the men who fight with votes, till the breed that
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  Speaker 7: take their pleasures as Saint Lawrence took his grid began
• 1:20:10
  Speaker 7: to beg your pardon, and the knowing croupier hid. Then
• 1:20:15
  Speaker 7: the bandsmen with their fiddles, and the girls that bring
• 1:20:17
  Speaker 7: the beer felt. The psychologic moment left the lit casino clear,
• 1:20:22
  Speaker 7: But the uninstructed alien, from the teutin to the gull,
• 1:20:25
  Speaker 7: was entrapped once more my country by that suave, deceptive drawl,
• 1:20:30
  Speaker 7: as it was in ancient Suez orneath wilder milder skies.
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  Speaker 7: I observe with apprehension when the racial ructions rise, and
• 1:20:39
  Speaker 7: with keener apprehension if I read the times aright, hear
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  Speaker 7: the old casino order. Watch your men, but be polite,
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  Speaker 7: keep your temper, never answer. That was why they spat
• 1:20:48
  Speaker 7: and swore. Don't hit first, but move together. There's no
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  Speaker 7: hurry to the door, back to back and facing outward
• 1:20:54
  Speaker 7: while the linguist tells him how nussoumlon a notobatu, nun
• 1:20:58
  Speaker 7: ne voulon pass unrau. So the hard pinch rage ate
• 1:21:02
  Speaker 7: inward till some idiot went too far. Let him have it,
• 1:21:05
  Speaker 7: and they had it, and the same was serious war fist, umbrella, cane, decanter,
• 1:21:11
  Speaker 7: lamp and beer mug, chair and boot, till behind the
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  Speaker 7: fleeing legions rose the long horse, yellow for loot. Then
• 1:21:18
  Speaker 7: the oilcloth, with its numbers as a banner, fluttered free.
• 1:21:22
  Speaker 7: Then the grand piano cantered on three castors down the quay,
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  Speaker 7: white and breathing through their nostrils, silent, systematic swift. They
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  Speaker 7: removed a face, abolished all that man could heave or lift.
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  Speaker 7: Oh my country, blest the training that from kat to
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  Speaker 7: castle runs the pitfall of the stranger. But the bulwark
• 1:21:40
  Speaker 7: of thy sons measured speech and ordered action, sluggish, soul
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  Speaker 7: and unperturbed till we wake our island. Devil no wise
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  Speaker 7: cool for being curbed, when the air of all the
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  Speaker 7: ages has the honour to remain when he will not
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  Speaker 7: hear an insult, though men make it ne'er so plain,
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  Speaker 7: when his lips are schooled to meekness, when his back
• 1:22:00
  Speaker 7: is bowed to blows, while the keen osvogels know it,
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  Speaker 7: while the waiting jackal knows build on the flanks of Etna,
• 1:22:07
  Speaker 7: where the sullen smoke puff's float or bathe in tropic waters,
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  Speaker 7: where the lean fin dogs, the boat cock, the gun
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  Speaker 7: that is not loaded, cook the frozen dynamite. But oh,
• 1:22:18
  Speaker 7: beware my country, when my country grows polite. End of poem.
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  Speaker 7: This recording is in the public domain. Kitchener's School by
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  Speaker 7: Rudyard Kipling read for Libervox dot Org by Vinnie siram
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  Speaker 7: Oh Hubshi. Carry your shoes in your hand, and bow
• 1:22:44
  Speaker 7: your head on your breast. This is the message of Kitchener,
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  Speaker 7: who did not break you in jest. It was permitted
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  Speaker 7: to him to fulfill the long appointed years, reaching the
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  Speaker 7: end ordained of old over your deadamyears. He stamped only
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  Speaker 7: before your walls, and the tomb ye knew was dust.
• 1:23:02
  Speaker 7: He gathered up under his armpits all the swords of
• 1:23:04
  Speaker 7: your trust. He set a guard on your granaries, securing
• 1:23:08
  Speaker 7: the weak from the strong. He said, go work the
• 1:23:11
  Speaker 7: water wheels that were abolish so long. He said, go safely.
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  Speaker 7: Being a baste, I have accomplished my vow. That was
• 1:23:19
  Speaker 7: the mercy of Kitchener. Cometh his madness. Now he does
• 1:23:23
  Speaker 7: not desire as ye desire, nor devise as ye devise.
• 1:23:27
  Speaker 7: He is preparing a second host, an army to make
• 1:23:30
  Speaker 7: you wise, not at the mouth of his clean lipped guns,
• 1:23:33
  Speaker 7: shall ye learn his name again, but letter by letter
• 1:23:36
  Speaker 7: from calf to calf, at the mouth of his chosen men.
• 1:23:39
  Speaker 7: He has gone back to his own city, not seeking
• 1:23:42
  Speaker 7: presents or bribes, but openly asking the English for money
• 1:23:45
  Speaker 7: to buy you hakims and scribes, knowing that ye are
• 1:23:49
  Speaker 7: forfeit by battle and have no right to live. He
• 1:23:52
  Speaker 7: begs for money to bring you learning, and all the
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  Speaker 7: English give. It is their treasure, it is their pleasure.
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  Speaker 7: Thus are their hearts inlind For Allah created the English mad,
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  Speaker 7: the maddest of all mankind. They do not consider the
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  Speaker 7: meaning of things. They consult, not creed or clan. Behold
• 1:24:10
  Speaker 7: they clap the slave on the back, and behold, he
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  Speaker 7: ariseth a man. They terribly carpet the earth with dead,
• 1:24:16
  Speaker 7: and before their cannon cool they walk, unarmed by twos
• 1:24:19
  Speaker 7: and threes to call the living to school. How is
• 1:24:23
  Speaker 7: this reason, which is their reason to judge a scholar's
• 1:24:25
  Speaker 7: worth by casting a ball three straight sticks and defending
• 1:24:29
  Speaker 7: the same with a fourth. But this they do, which
• 1:24:32
  Speaker 7: is doubtless a spell, And other matters more strange, until
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  Speaker 7: by the operation of years, the hearts of their scholars
• 1:24:39
  Speaker 7: change till these may come and go great boats or
• 1:24:43
  Speaker 7: engines upon the rail, but always the English watch nearby
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  Speaker 7: to prop them when they fail. Till these make laws
• 1:24:50
  Speaker 7: of their own choice and judges of their own blood,
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  Speaker 7: and all the mad English obey the judges and say
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  Speaker 7: that the law is good. Certainly they were mad from
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  Speaker 7: of old. But I think one new thing that the
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  Speaker 7: magic whereby they work their magic, were from their fortune spring.
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  Speaker 7: May be that they show all peoples their magic and
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  Speaker 7: ask no price in return. Wherefore, since we are bond
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  Speaker 7: to that magic, oh Habshi, make haste and learn. Certainly
• 1:25:17
  Speaker 7: also is kitchen or mad. But one sure thing I know,
• 1:25:21
  Speaker 7: if he who broke you be minded to teach you
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  Speaker 7: to his matrisago, go and carry your shoes in your hand,
• 1:25:28
  Speaker 7: and bow your head on your breast, For he who
• 1:25:30
  Speaker 7: did not slay you in sport, he will not teach
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  Speaker 7: you in jest. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 7: the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: The Young Queen by right Yacht Kipling read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 6: dot Org by Daphney Man. Her hand was still on
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  Speaker 6: this sword hilt, the spar was still on her heel.
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  Speaker 6: She had not cast her harness of gray ward tinted
• 1:26:09
  Speaker 6: steel high on her redsplush charger, beautiful, bald and browned,
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  Speaker 6: bright eyed. Out of the battle, the young Queen wrote
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  Speaker 6: to be crowned. She came to the old Queen's presence
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  Speaker 6: in the hall over a thousand years, in the hull
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  Speaker 6: of the five Free Nations that are peers among their
• 1:26:36
  Speaker 6: peers royals. He gave the greeting loyals about the head
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  Speaker 6: crime crown me my mother. And the old Queen stood
• 1:26:51
  Speaker 6: and said, how can I crown thee further? I know
• 1:26:57
  Speaker 6: whose standard flies were, the clean shirt stakes, the yoen
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  Speaker 6: on the coral barriers, rise, blood of our foes on
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  Speaker 6: thy bridle, and speech of our friends in thy mouth.
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  Speaker 6: How can I crown thee further? O, Queen of the
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  Speaker 6: Sovereign South, Let the five Free Nations witness. But the
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  Speaker 6: young Queen answered swift, I shall be crown of our crowning.
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  Speaker 6: To hold our crown for a gift. In the days
• 1:27:35
  Speaker 6: when our folk were feeble, thy sword made sure our lands.
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  Speaker 6: Wherefore we come in power to take her crown at
• 1:27:46
  Speaker 6: thy hands. And the old Queen raised and kissed her,
• 1:27:52
  Speaker 6: and the jealous circlet pressed roped with the pearls of
• 1:27:57
  Speaker 6: the Northland, and red with the gold of the West,
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  Speaker 6: lead with her land's own opals, leaven, hearted, alive, and
• 1:28:10
  Speaker 6: the five star cross above them for the sign of
• 1:28:14
  Speaker 6: the nation's five. So it was done in the presence,
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  Speaker 6: in the whole of our thousand years, in the face
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  Speaker 6: of the five free nations that have no peer but
• 1:28:28
  Speaker 6: their peers. And the young Queen out of the Southland
• 1:28:33
  Speaker 6: kneeled down at the old Queen's knee and asked for
• 1:28:38
  Speaker 6: a mother's blessing on the excellent years to be. And
• 1:28:43
  Speaker 6: the old Queen stooped in the stillness where the jeweled
• 1:28:48
  Speaker 6: had dropped low, daughter no more but sister and doubly daughter.
• 1:28:56
  Speaker 6: So mother of many princes and child of the child,
• 1:29:02
  Speaker 6: I bore what good things all I wish THEE that
• 1:29:07
  Speaker 6: I have not wist before. Shall I give THEE delight
• 1:29:11
  Speaker 6: in dominion, mere pride of thy setting forth. Nay, we
• 1:29:18
  Speaker 6: be women together we know what at last is worth.
• 1:29:23
  Speaker 6: Peace in thy utmost borders, and strength on a road
• 1:29:28
  Speaker 6: U troat these are dealt or diminish'd at the secret
• 1:29:33
  Speaker 6: will of God. I have swayed troublous counsels. I am
• 1:29:38
  Speaker 6: wise and terrible things Father and son and grandson. I
• 1:29:45
  Speaker 6: have known the heart of kings. Shall I give THEE
• 1:29:49
  Speaker 6: my sleepless wisdom, or the gift all wisdom above I
• 1:29:57
  Speaker 6: we be women together. I give thy people's love, tempered, acast, abiding,
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  Speaker 6: reluctant of prayers or vows, eager in face of peril,
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  Speaker 6: as thine for thy mother's house. God requite THEE, my sister,
• 1:30:19
  Speaker 6: through the wonderful years to be, and make the people
• 1:30:24
  Speaker 6: to love THEE as thou hast loved me and of Boem.
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  Speaker 6: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 8: Remen by Riyard Kipling, read for LibriVox dot org by
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  Speaker 8: Kelly Gan. Duly with knees that feigned, quake, bent head
• 1:30:59
  Speaker 8: and shaded brow. Yet once again, for my father's sake
• 1:31:04
  Speaker 8: and rymen's house, I bow the curtains part, and the
• 1:31:08
  Speaker 8: trumpet blares, and the eunuchs howl aloud, and the gilt
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  Speaker 8: swag bellied, idle glares insolent over the crowd. This is wrimen,
• 1:31:17
  Speaker 8: Lord of the earth, Fear him and bow the knee.
• 1:31:20
  Speaker 8: And I watched my comrades hide their mirth, that rode
• 1:31:23
  Speaker 8: to the wars with me, For we remember the sun
• 1:31:26
  Speaker 8: and the sand and the rocks, whereon we trod ere
• 1:31:30
  Speaker 8: we came to a scorched and a scornful land that
• 1:31:33
  Speaker 8: did not know our god. As we remember the sacrifice
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  Speaker 8: dead men and hundred laid slain while they served his mysteries,
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  Speaker 8: and that he would not aid not, though we gashed
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  Speaker 8: ourselves and wept for the high priest bade us wait,
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  Speaker 8: saying he went on a journey, or slept, or was drunk,
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  Speaker 8: or had taken a mate. Praise ye rimmen, king of kings,
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  Speaker 8: who ruleth earth and sky. And again I, as the
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  Speaker 8: censer swings and the god enthroned goes by ay, we
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  Speaker 8: remember his sacred ark and the virtuous men that knelt
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  Speaker 8: to the dark, in the hush behind the dark, wherein
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  Speaker 8: we dreamed he dwelt, until we entered to hail him out,
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  Speaker 8: and found no more than an old, uncleanly image, girded
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  Speaker 8: about the loins with scarlet and gold.
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  Speaker 4: Him.
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  Speaker 8: We are set, with the butts of our spears, him
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  Speaker 8: and his vast designs to be the scorn of our muleteers,
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  Speaker 8: and the jest of our halted lines. By the picket
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  Speaker 8: pins that the dogs defile, and the dung and the
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  Speaker 8: dust he lay till the priests ran and chattered awhile
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  Speaker 8: and wiped him and took him away, hushing the matter
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  Speaker 8: before it was known. They returned to our fathers Afar,
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  Speaker 8: and hastily set him afresh on his throne, because he
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  Speaker 8: had won us the war. Wherefore, with knees that feigned
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  Speaker 8: to quake, bent head and shaded brow to this dead dog.
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  Speaker 8: For my father's sake and Reyman's house, I bow. End
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  Speaker 8: of poem. This recording is in the public domain. End
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  Speaker 8: of The Five Nations, Volume one by Rudyard Kipling