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  Speaker 1: Preface of Hal Salvatore Ie and Other Recitations. This is
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  Speaker 1: a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox dot org.
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  Speaker 1: Recording by Larry Wilson, Hal salvator I and Other Recitations
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  Speaker 1: by Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Preface. I am constantly urged by
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  Speaker 1: readers and impersonators to furnish them with verses for recitation.
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  Speaker 1: In response to this ever increasing demand, I have selected
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  Speaker 1: for this volume the poems which seem suitable for such
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  Speaker 1: a purpose. In making my collection, I have been obliged
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  Speaker 1: to use not those which are amongst my best efforts
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  Speaker 1: in a literary or artistic sense, but those which contain
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  Speaker 1: the best dramatic possibilities for professionals. Several of the poems
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  Speaker 1: are among my earliest efforts. Others were written especially for
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  Speaker 1: this book. It makes curse which has never before been
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  Speaker 1: in print, and in several others. I ignored all rules
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  Speaker 1: of art for the purpose of giving the public reader
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  Speaker 1: a better chance to exercise is elocutionary powers. E ww
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  Speaker 1: end of preface.
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  Speaker 2: How Salvatore Won by Ella Wheeler Wilcox read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 2: dot Org by J. Stark, five to two three. The
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  Speaker 2: gate was thrown open. I rode out alone, more proud
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  Speaker 2: than a monarch who sits on a throne. I am
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  Speaker 2: but a jockey. Yet shout upon shout went up from
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  Speaker 2: the people who watched me ride out, and the cheers
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  Speaker 2: that rang forth from that warm hearted crowd, whereas earnest
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  Speaker 2: as those to which monarch earned bowed. My heart thrilled
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  Speaker 2: with pleasure, so keen it was pain as I patted
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  Speaker 2: my salvager's soft silken mane, and a sweet shiver shot
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  Speaker 2: from his hide to my hand. As we passed by
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  Speaker 2: the multitude down to the stand, the great waves of
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  Speaker 2: cheering came billowing back as the hoofs of brave Tenny
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  Speaker 2: Rank swift down the track. And he stood there beside us,
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  Speaker 2: all bone and all muscle, our noble opponent, while trained
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  Speaker 2: for the tussle that weighted us. There on the smooth,
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  Speaker 2: shining course. My Salvatore, fair to the lovers of horse,
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  Speaker 2: as a beautiful woman is fair to man's sight, pure
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  Speaker 2: type of the thoroughbred, clean limbed and bright, stood there,
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  Speaker 2: taking the plaudits as only his dow and nothing at
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  Speaker 2: all unexpected or new. And then there before us, the
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  Speaker 2: bright flag is spread. There's a roar from the grand stand,
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  Speaker 2: and Tenny's ahead. At the sound of the voices that
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  Speaker 2: shouted ag, He's sprang like an arrow shot straight from
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  Speaker 2: the bow. I tightened the reins on Prince Charlie's great son.
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  Speaker 2: He is off like a rocket. The race has begun.
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  Speaker 2: Halfway down the four long Their heads are together scarce
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  Speaker 2: room twists their noses to wedge in a feather past
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  Speaker 2: grandstand and judges in neck to neck strife. A salvator, boy,
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  Speaker 2: tis the race of your life. I press my knees closer,
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  Speaker 2: I coax him, I urge, I feel him go out
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  Speaker 2: with a leap and a surge. I see him creep
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  Speaker 2: on inch by inch, stride by stride, while backwards still
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  Speaker 2: backward falls Tenny beside. We are nearing the turn. The
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  Speaker 2: first quarter is past, TwixT leader and chaser. The daylight
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  Speaker 2: is cast, the distance elong gates still. Tenny sweeps on
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  Speaker 2: as graceful and free, limbed and swift as a fawn.
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  Speaker 2: His awkwardness vanished, his muscles all strained. A noble opponent,
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  Speaker 2: well born and well trained. I glanced over my shoulder,
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  Speaker 2: ha Tenny. The cost of that one seconds flagging will
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  Speaker 2: beat the race lost one second weak yielding of courage
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  Speaker 2: and strength, and the daylight between us has doubled its length.
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  Speaker 2: The first mile is covered. The race is mine. No,
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  Speaker 2: for the blue blood of Tenny responds to a blow.
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  Speaker 2: He shoots through the air like a ball from a gun,
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  Speaker 2: and the two links between us are shortened till one.
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  Speaker 2: My heart is contracted. My throat feels a lump, for
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  Speaker 2: Tenny's long neck is at Salvatore's rump. And now, with
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  Speaker 2: the new courage grown bolder and boulder, I see him
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  Speaker 2: once more, running shoulder to shoulder, with knees, hands and body.
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  Speaker 2: I press my grand steed. I urge my coax him.
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  Speaker 2: I pray him to heed, Oh Salvator, Salvatory. List to
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  Speaker 2: my calls. For the blow of my whip will hurt both.
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  Speaker 2: If it falls, there's a roar from the crowd, like
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  Speaker 2: the ocean in storm. As close to my saddle leaps
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  Speaker 2: Tenney's great form once more, mighty plunge, and with knee
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  Speaker 2: limb in hand, I lift my horse first by a
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  Speaker 2: nose past the stand. We are under the string. Now
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  Speaker 2: the grace. Race is done, and Salvator, Salvatore Salvator one cheer,
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  Speaker 2: hoar headed patriarch's cheer loud, I say, tis the race
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  Speaker 2: of the century. Witness today, Though ye live twice the
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  Speaker 2: space that allotted to men, ye never will see such
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  Speaker 2: a grand race again. Let the shouts of the populace
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  Speaker 2: roar like the surf. For Salvator, Salvator, king of the turf.
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  Speaker 2: He has broken the record of thirteen long years. He
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  Speaker 2: has one first place in a vast line of peers,
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  Speaker 2: twas a neck to neck contest, a grand, honest race,
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  Speaker 2: and even his enemies grant him his place. Down into
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  Speaker 2: the dust. Let his old records be hurled and hang
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  Speaker 2: out two point oh five in the gaze of the
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  Speaker 2: world and of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: The Gossips by Ella Wheeler Wilcox read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 3: Org by Canmasters. A rose in my garden, the sweetest
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  Speaker 3: and fairest, was hanging her head through the long golden hours,
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  Speaker 3: And early one morning I saw her tears falling, and
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  Speaker 3: heard a low gossiping talk in the bowers. The yellow nasturtium,
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  Speaker 3: a spinster, all faded, was telling a lily, what ailed
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  Speaker 3: the poor rose? That wild roving bee who was hanging
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  Speaker 3: about her has jilted her squarely, as everyone knows. I
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  Speaker 3: knew when he came, with these singing and sighing his airs,
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  Speaker 3: and these speeches, so fine and so sweet, just how
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  Speaker 3: it would end, But no one would believe me, for
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  Speaker 3: all were quite ready to fall at his feet. Indeed,
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  Speaker 3: you are wrong, said the lily bell proudly. I cared
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  Speaker 3: nothing for him. He called on me once, and would
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  Speaker 3: have come often, no doubt if I'd ask him. But
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  Speaker 3: though he was handsome, I thought he a dunce. Now
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  Speaker 3: now that's not true, cried the tall oleander. He has
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  Speaker 3: traveled and seen every flower that grows, and one who
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  Speaker 3: has supped in the garden of princes. We all might
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  Speaker 3: have known would not wed with the rose. But wasn't
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  Speaker 3: she proud when he showed her attention and she let
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  Speaker 3: him caress her, said slime in your net? And I
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  Speaker 3: used to see and blush for her folly. The silly
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  Speaker 3: thing thinks he will come to her. Yet I thought
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  Speaker 3: he was splendid, said pretty pert luxpur so dark and
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  Speaker 3: so grand, with that gay cloak of gold. But he
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  Speaker 3: tried once to kiss me, the impudent fellow, and I
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  Speaker 3: got offended. I thought him too bold. Oh fie, laughed
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  Speaker 3: the almond. That does for a story. Though I hang
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  Speaker 3: down my head, yet I see all that goes. And
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  Speaker 3: I saw you reach out trying hard to detain him,
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  Speaker 3: But he just tapped your cheek and flew by to
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  Speaker 3: the Rose. He cared nothing for her. He only was
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  Speaker 3: flirting to while away time, as I very well knew.
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  Speaker 3: So I turned a cold shoulder on all his advances,
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  Speaker 3: because I was certain his heart was untrue. The roses
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  Speaker 3: served right for her, folly and trusting and oily tongued stranger,
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  Speaker 3: quoth proud Columbine. I knew what he was, and thought
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  Speaker 3: once I would warn her. But of course the affair
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  Speaker 3: was no business of mine. Oh well, cried the pereone,
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  Speaker 3: shrugging her shoulders. I saw all along that the bee
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  Speaker 3: was a flirt. But the Rose has been always so
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  Speaker 3: praised and so petted. I thought a good lesson would
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  Speaker 3: do her no hurt. Just then came the sound of
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  Speaker 3: a love song sung sweetly. I saw my proud Rose
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  Speaker 3: lifting up her bowed head, and the talk of the
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  Speaker 3: gossips was hushed in a moment, and the flowers all
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  Speaker 3: listened to hear what was said. And the dark, handsome bee,
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  Speaker 3: with his cloak o gury shoulder, came swift through the
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  Speaker 3: sunlight and kissed the sad rose and whispered, my darling,
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  Speaker 3: I've roved the world over, and you are the loveliest
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  Speaker 3: flower that grows. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 3: the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Platonic by Ellow Wheeler Wilcox, read for LibriVox by Julian Prattley.
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  Speaker 4: I knew it the first of the summer. I knew
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  Speaker 4: it the same at the end, that you and your
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  Speaker 4: love were plighted. But couldn't you be my friend? Couldn't
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  Speaker 4: we sit in the twilight? Couldn't we walk on the
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  Speaker 4: shore with only a pleasant friendship to bind us and
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  Speaker 4: nothing more. There was not a word of folly spoken
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  Speaker 4: between us two. So we lingered off in the garden
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  Speaker 4: till the roses were wet with dew. We touched on
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  Speaker 4: a thousand subjects, the moon and the world's above, and
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  Speaker 4: our talk was tinctured with science and everything else save love.
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  Speaker 4: A holy platonic friendship, you said, I had proven to
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  Speaker 4: you could bind a man and a woman the whole
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  Speaker 4: long season through, with never a thought of flirting, though
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  Speaker 4: both were in their youth. What would you have said,
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  Speaker 4: my lady, if you had known the truth, What would
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  Speaker 4: you have done? I wonder had I gone on my
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  Speaker 4: knees to you and told you my passionate story there
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  Speaker 4: in the dusk and the jew, my burning, burdensome story,
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  Speaker 4: hidden and hushed so long, my story of hopeless loving say?
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  Speaker 4: Would you have thought it wrong? But I fought with
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  Speaker 4: my heart and conquered. I hid my wound from sight.
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  Speaker 4: You were going away in the morning, and I said
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  Speaker 4: a calm good night. But now when I sit in
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  Speaker 4: the twilight, or when I walk by the sea, that friendship,
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  Speaker 4: quite platonic, comes surging over me, and a passionate longing
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  Speaker 4: feels me for the roses, the dusk, the jew, for
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  Speaker 4: the beautiful summer vanished, for the moonlight walks and you.
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  Speaker 4: End of poem. This recar in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Solitude by Ellow Wheeler Wilcox, read for Librevox dot Org
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  Speaker 5: by Jen Broda. Laugh and the world laughs with you weep,
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  Speaker 5: and you weep alone. For the sad old earth must
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  Speaker 5: borrow its mirth. It has trouble enough of its own sing,
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  Speaker 5: and the hills will answer sigh. It is lost on
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  Speaker 5: the air, the echoes bound to a joyful sound, but
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  Speaker 5: shrink from voicing. Care Rejoice, and men will seek you. Grieve,
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  Speaker 5: and they turn and go. They want full measure of
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  Speaker 5: all your pleasure, but they do not want your woe.
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  Speaker 5: Be glad, and your friends are many, be sad, and
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  Speaker 5: you lose them all. There are none to decline your
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  Speaker 5: nectared wine. But alone you must drink life'skall feast, and
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  Speaker 5: your halls are crowded fast, and the world goes by.
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  Speaker 5: Succeed and give, and it helps you live, but it
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  Speaker 5: cannot help you die. There is room in the halls
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  Speaker 5: of pleasure for a long and lordly train, but one
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  Speaker 5: by one we must all file on through the narrow
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  Speaker 5: aisles of pain. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 5: the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Grandpa's Christmas by Ellow Wheeler Wilcox read for Liprivox dot
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  Speaker 3: Org by Kenmasters. In his great cushioned chair by the fender,
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  Speaker 3: an old man sits streaming tonight. He's withered, hands licked
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  Speaker 3: by the tender. Warm rays of the red anthracite are
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  Speaker 3: folded before him, all listless, His dim eyes are fixed
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  Speaker 3: on the blaze, while over him sweeps the resistless flood
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  Speaker 3: tide of old days. He hears not the mirth in
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  Speaker 3: the hallway. He hears not the sounds of good cheer
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  Speaker 3: that through the old homestead ring alway in the glad
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  Speaker 3: Christmas time of the year. He heeds not the chime
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  Speaker 3: of sweet voices. As the last gifts are hung on
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  Speaker 3: the tree in a long vanished day, he rejoices in
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  Speaker 3: his lust used to be. He has gone back across
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  Speaker 3: dead decembers to his childhood's fair land of delight and
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  Speaker 3: his mother's sweet smile. He remembers as he hangs up
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  Speaker 3: his stole looking at night, he remembers the dream haunted slumber,
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  Speaker 3: all broken and restless because of the visions that came
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  Speaker 3: without number of Dear Santa Claus. Again in his manhood's beginning,
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  Speaker 3: he sees himself thrown on the world and into the
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  Speaker 3: vortex of sinning by pleasures, strong arms, ease, earled. He
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  Speaker 3: hears the sweet Christmas bells ringing Repent, ye, repent ye,
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  Speaker 3: and pray, but he joins with his comrades in singing
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  Speaker 3: a bacchanal. Lay Again he stands under the holly with
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  Speaker 3: a blushing face lifted to his for love has been
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  Speaker 3: stronger than folly and has turned him from vice unto bliss.
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  Speaker 3: And the whole world is lit with new glory as
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  Speaker 3: the sweet vows are uttered again, while the Christmas bells
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  Speaker 3: tell the old story of peace unto men again. With
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  Speaker 3: his little brood round him, he sits by the fair
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  Speaker 3: mother wife. He knows that the angels have crown'd him
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  Speaker 3: with the truest best riches of life, and the hearts
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  Speaker 3: of the children untroubled are fill'd with the gay Christmas tide,
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  Speaker 3: and the gifts for sweet Maudie are doubled. Tis her
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  Speaker 3: birth day beside again, our dear Jesus have pity. He
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  Speaker 3: finds in the chill waning day that one has come
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  Speaker 3: home from the city. Frail Maudie, whom love led astray.
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  Speaker 3: She lies with her babe on her bosom, half hid
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  Speaker 3: by the snow's fleecy, spread a bud and a poor
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  Speaker 3: trampled blossom, and both are quite dead, so fair and
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  Speaker 3: so fragile, just twenty how mocking the bells sound to night.
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  Speaker 3: She starv'd in this great land of plenty, when she
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  Speaker 3: tried to grope back to the light Christ, Are thy
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  Speaker 3: disciples inhuman? Or only for men? Hast thou died? No
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  Speaker 3: mercy is shown to a woman who once steps aside.
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  Speaker 3: Again he leans over the shrouded still form of the
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  Speaker 3: mother and wife. Very lonely, the way seems and clouded
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  Speaker 3: as he looks down the vista of life with the
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  Speaker 3: sweet Christmas chimes, there is blended the knell for a
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  Speaker 3: life that is done, and he knows that his joys
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  Speaker 3: are all ended and is waiting begun. So long have
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  Speaker 3: the year's been so lonely as he counts them by
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  Speaker 3: Christmas's gone? I am home sick, He murmurs, if only
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  Speaker 3: the angel would lead the way on. I am cold
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  Speaker 3: in this chill winter. Whether why, Maudie, dear, where have
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  Speaker 3: you been? And you too, sweet wife? And together O
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  Speaker 3: Christ let me in. The children ran in from the hallway.
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  Speaker 3: Were you calling us? Grandpa? They said? Then shrank with
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  Speaker 3: that fear that comes alway when young eyes look there
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  Speaker 3: first on the dead. The freedom so longed for is given.
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  Speaker 3: The children speak low and draw near. Dear Grandpa keeps
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  Speaker 3: Christmas in heav'n with Grandma this year. End of poem,
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  Speaker 3: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: After the engagement by Ella Wheeler Wilcox readfully revoked by
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  Speaker 4: Julian Prattley, Well, Mabel tis over and ended. The ball
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  Speaker 4: I wrote was to be, and oh it was perfectly
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  Speaker 4: splendid if you could have been there to see. I've
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  Speaker 4: a thousand things to write you that I know you
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  Speaker 4: are wanting to hear, and one that is sure to
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  Speaker 4: delight you. I am wearing Joe's diamond, my dear. Yes,
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  Speaker 4: Mamma is quite ecstatic that I am engaged to Joe.
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  Speaker 4: She thinks I am rather erratic and feared that I
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  Speaker 4: might say no. But Mabel, I'm twenty seven, though nobody
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  Speaker 4: dreams it, dear, and a fortune like Joe's isn't given
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  Speaker 4: to lay at one's feet each year. You know my
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  Speaker 4: old fancy for Harry, or at least I am certain
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  Speaker 4: you guessed that it took on my sense not to
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  Speaker 4: marry and go with that fellow out west. But that
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  Speaker 4: was my very first season, and Harry, as poor as
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  Speaker 4: could be, and Mamma's good practical reason took all the
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  Speaker 4: romance out of me. She whisked me off over the
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  Speaker 4: ocean and had me presented at court and got me
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  Speaker 4: all out of the notion that ranch life out west
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  Speaker 4: was my forte. Of course, I have never repented. I'm
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  Speaker 4: not such a goose of a thing. But after I
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  Speaker 4: had consented to Joe and he gave me the ring,
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  Speaker 4: I felt such a queer sensation. I seemed to go
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  Speaker 4: into a trance, away from the music's pulsation, away from
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  Speaker 4: the lights and the dance and the wind o'er. The
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  Speaker 4: wild prairie seemed blowing, strong and free, and it seemed
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  Speaker 4: not Joe but Harry, who was standing there close to me.
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  Speaker 4: And the funniest feverish feeling went up from my feet
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  Speaker 4: to my head with little chills after its stealing, and
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  Speaker 4: my hands got as numb as the dead a moment,
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  Speaker 4: and then it was over. The diamond blazed up in
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  Speaker 4: my eyes, and I saw in the face of my
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  Speaker 4: lover a questioning, strange surprise. Maybe twas the scent of
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  Speaker 4: the flowers that heavy with fragrance bloomed near. But I
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  Speaker 4: didn't feel natural for hours. It was odd, now, wasn't it.
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  Speaker 4: Dear right soon to your fortunate Clara, who has carried
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  Speaker 4: the prize away, and say you come on when I
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  Speaker 4: marry I think it will happen in May end of poem.
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  Speaker 4: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: The Watcher by Ella Wheeler will Cox read for librevoxa
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  Speaker 6: dot Org by Tommy hrsat Carlsbad, California. I think I
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  Speaker 6: hear the sound of horses feet beating upon the gravel avenue.
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  Speaker 6: Go to the window that looks on the street. Ah,
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  Speaker 6: he would not let me tie alone, I knew. Back
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  Speaker 6: to the couch, the patient watcher passed and said, it
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  Speaker 6: is the wailing of the blast. She turned upon her
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  Speaker 6: couch and seeming slept the law, long dark lashes shadowing
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  Speaker 6: her cheek, and on and on. The weary moments crept,
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  Speaker 6: when suddenly the watcher heard her speak, I think I
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  Speaker 6: hear the sound of horses hoofs, and answered, 'tis the
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  Speaker 6: rain upon the roofs? Unbroken? Silence, quiet, deep, profound. The
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  Speaker 6: restless sleeper turns, how dark, how late? What is it
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  Speaker 6: that I hear a trampling sound? I think there's a
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  Speaker 6: horseman at the gate. The watcher turns away, her eyes
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  Speaker 6: tear blind. It is the shutter beating in the wind.
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  Speaker 6: The dread hours passed, the patient clock ticked on. The
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  Speaker 6: weary watcher moved not from her place. The gray shadows
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  Speaker 6: of the early dawn caught sudden glory from the sleeper's face.
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  Speaker 6: He comes, my love, I knew he would. She cried
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  Speaker 6: and smiling sweetly in her slumbers, died. End of poem.
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  Speaker 6: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: False by Ello Wheeler Wilcox, read for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 3: by Kenmasters. False. Good God, I am dreaming. No, No,
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  Speaker 3: it never can be. You are so true in seeming,
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  Speaker 3: you false to your vows. And me, my wife and
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  Speaker 3: my fair boy's mother, the star of my life, my
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  Speaker 3: queen to held herself to another like some light magdalen proofs.
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  Speaker 3: What are proofs? I defy them. They never can shake
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  Speaker 3: my trust. If you look in my face and deny them,
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  Speaker 3: I will trample them into the dust. For whenever I
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  Speaker 3: read of the glory of the realms of Paradise, I
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  Speaker 3: sought for the truth of the story and found it
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  Speaker 3: in your sweet eyes. Why you are the shy young
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  Speaker 3: creature I wooed in her maiden grace, there was purity
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  Speaker 3: in each feature, and my heaven I found in your face.
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  Speaker 3: And not only married, but mated, I would say, in
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  Speaker 3: my pride and joy, and our hopes were all consummated
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  Speaker 3: when the angels gave us out. Now you could not
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  Speaker 3: blot that beginning, so beautiful, pure and true, with a
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  Speaker 3: record of wicked sinning, as a common woman might do.
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  Speaker 3: Look up in your old, frank fashion, with your smile,
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  Speaker 3: so free from art, and say that no guilty passion
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  Speaker 3: has ever crept into your heart. How pallied you are,
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  Speaker 3: and you tremble, You are hiding your face from view.
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  Speaker 3: Though a sinner you cannot dissemble my God. Then the
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  Speaker 3: tale is true, true, and the sun above us shines
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  Speaker 3: on in the summer skies, and men say the angels
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  Speaker 3: love us, and that God is good and wise. Yet
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  Speaker 3: he lets a wanton thing like you ruin my home
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  Speaker 3: and my name get out of my sight. Ere I
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  Speaker 3: strike you dead in your shameless shame? No, No, I
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  Speaker 3: was wild, I was brutal. I would not take your life,
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  Speaker 3: for the efforts of death would be futile to wipe
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  Speaker 3: out the sun of a wife. Wife. Why that word
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  Speaker 3: has seemed sainted? I uttered it like a prayer. And
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  Speaker 3: now to think it is tainted? Christ, how much we
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  Speaker 3: can bear slay you, my boy's stained mother. Nay, that
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  Speaker 3: would not punish or save a soul that has outraged
• 25:49
  Speaker 3: another finds no sudden peace in the grave. I will
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  Speaker 3: leave you here to remember the Eden that was your own,
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  Speaker 3: while on toward my life's December, I walk in the
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  Speaker 3: dark alone. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 3: public domain.
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  Speaker 5: The Phantom Ball by Ellow Wheeler Wilcox read for Librevoks
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  Speaker 5: dot Org by Jen Broda. You remember the hall on
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  Speaker 5: the corner to night. As I walked down the street,
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  Speaker 5: I heard the sound of music and the rhythmic beat
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  Speaker 5: and beat in time to the pulsing measure of lightly
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  Speaker 5: tripping feet, and I turned and entered the doorway. It
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  Speaker 5: was years since I had been there, years and life
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  Speaker 5: seem altered, pleasure had changed to care. But again I
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  Speaker 5: was hearing the music and watching the dancer's fair. And
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  Speaker 5: then as I stood and listened, the music lost its glee,
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  Speaker 5: and instead of merry waltzers, there were ghosts of They
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  Speaker 5: used to be ghosts of the pleasure seekers who once
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  Speaker 5: had danced with me. Oh twas a ghastly picture. Oh
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  Speaker 5: twas a gruesome crowd, each bearing a skull on his shoulder,
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  Speaker 5: each trailing a long white shroud as they whirled in
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  Speaker 5: the dance together, and the music shrieked aloud as they danced.
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  Speaker 5: Their dry bones rattled like shutters in a blast, and
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  Speaker 5: they stared from eyeless sockets on me as they circled past.
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  Speaker 5: And the music they kept them whirling was a funeral
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  Speaker 5: dirge play fast. Some of them wore their facecloths, others
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  Speaker 5: were rotted away, some had mold on their garments, and
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  Speaker 5: some seemed dead but a day corpses all. But I
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  Speaker 5: knew them as friends, once blithe and gay, beauty and
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  Speaker 5: strength and manhood. And this was the end of it all,
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  Speaker 5: nothing but phantoms whirling and a ghastly skeleton ball. But
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  Speaker 5: the music ceased, and they vanished, and I came away
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  Speaker 5: from the hall. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 5: the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: The Kingdom of Love by Ella Wheeler Wilcox read for
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  Speaker 1: librovox dot Org by Larry Wilson. In the dawn of
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  Speaker 1: the day, when the sea and the earth reflected the
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  Speaker 1: sunrise above, I set forth, with a heart full of
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  Speaker 1: courage and birth, to seek for the Kingdom of Love.
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  Speaker 1: I asked of a poet I met on the way
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  Speaker 1: which crosswold would lead me aright and he said, follow me,
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  Speaker 1: and ere long you shall see it's glitter between turrets
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  Speaker 1: of light, and soon in the distance a city shone fair.
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  Speaker 1: Look yonder, he said, how it gleams. But alas for
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  Speaker 1: the hopes that were doomed to despair, it was only
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  Speaker 1: the kingdom of dreams. Then the next man I asked
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  Speaker 1: was a gay cavalier, and he said, follow me, follow me,
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  Speaker 1: and with laughter and song, we went speeding along by
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  Speaker 1: the shore of life's beautiful sea. Then we came to
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  Speaker 1: a valley more tropical, far than the wonderful vale of Cashmere.
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  Speaker 1: And I saw from a bower the face like a
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  Speaker 1: flower smile out on the gay cavalier, and he said,
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  Speaker 1: we have come to humanity's goal. Here love and delight
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  Speaker 1: are intense. But alas, and alas for the hopes of
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  Speaker 1: my soul, it was only the kingdom of sense. As
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  Speaker 1: I journeyed more slowly, I met on the road to coach,
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  Speaker 1: with retainers behind, and they said, follow me, or our
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  Speaker 1: lady's abode belongs in that realm. You will find twas
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  Speaker 1: a grand deme, a fashion a newly made bride. I followed,
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  Speaker 1: encouraged and bold, but my hopes died away like the
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  Speaker 1: last gleams of day. For we came to the Kingdom
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  Speaker 1: of gold. At the door of a cottage, I asked
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  Speaker 1: a fair maid, I have heard of that realm, she replied,
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  Speaker 1: But my feet never roam from the Kingdom of Home,
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  Speaker 1: so I know not the way, And she sighed. I
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  Speaker 1: looked on the cottage, how RESTful it seemed, and the
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  Speaker 1: maid was as fair as a dove. Great light glorified
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  Speaker 1: my soul as I cried, why home is the Kingdom
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  Speaker 1: of love?
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  Speaker 7: In the poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 8: Under the Sheet by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, red for LibriVox
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  Speaker 8: dot org. What a terrible night does the night? I
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  Speaker 8: wonder the night with her black veil down to her feet,
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  Speaker 8: like an ordained nun know what lies under that awful, motionless,
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  Speaker 8: snow white sheet. The winds seem crazed and wildly howling
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  Speaker 8: over the sad earth. Blindly go do they and the
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  Speaker 8: dark clouds over them? Scowling?
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  Speaker 3: Do they dream?
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  Speaker 6: Or know?
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  Speaker 9: Why?
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  Speaker 8: Here in the room not a week or over, though
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  Speaker 8: it must be a week, not more than one. I
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  Speaker 8: cannot reckon of late or discover when one day is ended,
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  Speaker 8: or one begun. But here in this room we were
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  Speaker 8: laughing lightly, and glad was the measure our two hearts beat.
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  Speaker 8: And the royal face that was smiling so brightly lies
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  Speaker 8: under that sheet. I know not why it is strange
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  Speaker 8: and fearful, but I am afraid of her lying there,
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  Speaker 8: She who was always so gay and cheerful, lying so
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  Speaker 8: still with that stony stare, She who was so like
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  Speaker 8: some grand sultana, fond of color and glow and heat,
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  Speaker 8: to lie there, clothed in that awful manner, in a
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  Speaker 8: stark white sheet, She who was made out of summer blisses, tropical, beautiful, gracious, fair,
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  Speaker 8: to lie and stare at my fondest kisses. God, no
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  Speaker 8: wonder it whitens my hair. Shriek o wind, For the
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  Speaker 8: world is lonely trail, cloud veiled to the nun night's feet.
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  Speaker 8: For all that I prized in life is only a
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  Speaker 8: shape and a sheet. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 8: in the public domain. His Youth by Ella Wheeler Wilcox,
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  Speaker 8: red for LibriVox dot Org. Dying, I am not dying.
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  Speaker 8: Are you mad? You think I need to ask for
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  Speaker 8: heavenly grace? I think you are a fiend. Who would
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  Speaker 8: be glad to see me struggle in death's cold embrace.
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  Speaker 8: But man, you lie, for I am strong and truth,
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  Speaker 8: stronger than I have been in years, and soon I
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  Speaker 8: shall feel young again, as in my youth, my glorious youth.
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  Speaker 8: Life's one great, priceless boon. Oh youth, youth, youth, Oh God,
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  Speaker 8: that golden time, when proud and glad I laugh the
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  Speaker 8: hours away. Why there's no sacrifice, perhaps no crime, I'd
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  Speaker 8: pause at could it make me young today? But I'm
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  Speaker 8: not old. I grew just ill, somehow grew stiff of limb,
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  Speaker 8: and weak and dim of sight. It was but sickness.
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  Speaker 8: I am better now, oh vastly better ever since last night.
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  Speaker 8: And I could weep warm floods of happy tears to
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  Speaker 8: think my strength is coming back at last. For I
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  Speaker 8: have dreamed of such an hour for years, as I
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  Speaker 8: lay thinking of my glorious past. You shake your head.
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  Speaker 8: Why man, if you if we're saying, I'd strike you
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  Speaker 8: to my feet. I would in truth? How dare you
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  Speaker 8: tell me that my hopes are vain? How dare you
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  Speaker 8: say I have outlived my youth? In heaven I may
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  Speaker 8: regain it?
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  Speaker 6: Oh?
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  Speaker 8: Be still, I want no heaven. But what my glad
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  Speaker 8: youth gave, its long, bright hours, its rapture, and its thrill. Oh, youth, youth, youth,
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  Speaker 8: it is my youth I crave. There is no heaven.
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  Speaker 8: There's nothing but a deep and yawning grave, from which
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  Speaker 8: I shrink in fear. I am not sure of even
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  Speaker 8: rest or sleep. Perhaps we lie and think as I
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  Speaker 8: have here, Think, think, think, think as we lie there
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  Speaker 8: and wrought, and hear the young above us laugh in glee.
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  Speaker 8: How dare you say I'm dying?
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  Speaker 7: I am not.
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  Speaker 8: I would curse God if such a thing could be.
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  Speaker 8: Why see me stand? Why hear this strong, full breath?
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  Speaker 8: Dare you repeat that silly, base, untruth, a cry, a fall,
• 37:40
  Speaker 8: the silence known as death hushed his wild words? Well
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  Speaker 8: has he found his youth? End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 8: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Wanted a Little Girl by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, Bread for
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  Speaker 4: Libervox by Julian Prattley. Where have they gone to? The
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  Speaker 4: little girls with natural manners and natural curls, who love
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  Speaker 4: their dollies and like their toys, and talk of something
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  Speaker 4: besides the boys? Little old women in plenty I find
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  Speaker 4: maturer in manners and old of mind, Little old flirts
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  Speaker 4: who talk of their bows and vie with each other
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  Speaker 4: in stylish clothes, Little old bells who, at nine and ten,
• 38:34
  Speaker 4: are sick of pleasure and tired of men, weary of travel,
• 38:37
  Speaker 4: of balls of fun, and find no new thing under
• 38:40
  Speaker 4: the sun. Once in the beautiful long ago, some dear
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  Speaker 4: little children I used to know, girls who were merry
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  Speaker 4: as lambs at play, and laughed and roliced the livelong day.
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  Speaker 4: They thought not at all of the style of their clothes.
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  Speaker 4: They never imagined that boys were bows, other girls brothers
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  Speaker 4: and mates. Where they splendid fellows to help and play?
• 39:01
  Speaker 4: Where have they gone to? If you see one of
• 39:03
  Speaker 4: them anywhere, send her to me. I would give a
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  Speaker 4: medal of purest gold to one of those dear little
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  Speaker 4: girls of old with an innocent heart and an open smile,
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  Speaker 4: who knows not the meaning of flirt or style. End
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  Speaker 4: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Two Sinners by Ella Willer Wilcox read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 1: Org by Larry Wilson. There was a man, it was said,
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  Speaker 1: one time, who went astray in his youthful prime. Can
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  Speaker 1: the brain keep cool and the heart, keep quiet when
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  Speaker 1: the blood is a river that's running. Riot and boys
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  Speaker 1: will be boys, the old folks say. And a man
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  Speaker 1: is the better who's had his day. The sinner reformed,
• 39:54
  Speaker 1: and the preacher told of the prodigal son who came
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  Speaker 1: back to the fold, and Christian people through open the
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  Speaker 1: door with a warmer welcome than ever before. Wealth and
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  Speaker 1: honor were his to command, and a spotless woman gave
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  Speaker 1: him her hand, and the worlds drew their pathway with
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  Speaker 1: blossoms of bloom, crying, God bless letty and God bless groom.
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  Speaker 1: There was a maiden who went astray in the golden
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  Speaker 1: dawn of her life's young day. She had more passion
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  Speaker 1: and heart than head, and she followed blindly where fond
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  Speaker 1: love led and love unchecked, as a dangerous guide to
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  Speaker 1: wander at will by a fair girl's side. The woman
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  Speaker 1: repented and turned from sin, but no door opened to
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  Speaker 1: let her in. The preacher prayed that she might be forgiven,
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  Speaker 1: but told her to look for mercy in heaven, for
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  Speaker 1: this is the law of the earth. We know that
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  Speaker 1: the woman is stoned, while the man may go brave.
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  Speaker 1: Man wedded her after all, but the world said frowning,
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  Speaker 1: we shall not call in the poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: Meg's Curse by Ella Wheeler Wilcox read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 6: Org by Tommy Hersant, Carlsbad, California. The sun rode high
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  Speaker 6: in a cloudless sky of a perfect summer morn. She
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  Speaker 6: stood and gazed out into the street and wondered why
• 41:36
  Speaker 6: she was born. On the topmost branch of a maple
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  Speaker 6: tree that close by the window grew A robin called
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  Speaker 6: to his mate, enthralled, I love but you, but you,
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  Speaker 6: but you. A soft look came in her hardened face.
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  Speaker 6: She had not wept for years, but the robin's trill,
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  Speaker 6: as some sounds will jarred, opened the door of tears.
• 42:05
  Speaker 6: She thought of the old home far away. She heard
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  Speaker 6: the whirr of the mill. She heard the turtle's wild
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  Speaker 6: sweet call, and the wail of the whipper Will, Whipper, Will, Whipperwill.
• 42:22
  Speaker 6: She saw again that dusty road. Whence he came riding down.
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  Speaker 6: She smelled once more the flower she wore in the
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  Speaker 6: breast of her simple gown. Out on the new Moan meadow,
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  Speaker 6: she heard two blue jays, quarrel and fret, and the
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  Speaker 6: warning cry of a phoebe bird more wet, more wet,
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  Speaker 6: more wet. With a blithe hello to the men below,
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  Speaker 6: who were spreading the new monet, the rider drew rein
• 42:55
  Speaker 6: at her window pane. How it all came back to day,
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  Speaker 6: How young she was, and how fair she was, What
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  Speaker 6: innocence crowned her brow. The future seemed fair, for love
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  Speaker 6: was there and now and now and now. In a
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  Speaker 6: dingy glass on the wall nearby, she gazed on her
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  Speaker 6: faded face. Well, Meg, I declare, what a beauty you are,
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  Speaker 6: she sneered, What an angel of grace, What a thing
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  Speaker 6: of beauty and grace. She reached out her arms with
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  Speaker 6: a moaning, sob oh, if I could go back. Then,
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  Speaker 6: swift and strange came a sudden change. Her brow grew
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  Speaker 6: hard and black. A curse on the day, and a
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  Speaker 6: curse on that man and on all who are his,
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  Speaker 6: she cried. May he starve and be cold, May he
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  Speaker 6: live to be old when all who loved him have died.
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  Speaker 6: Her wild voice frightened the robin away from the branch
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  Speaker 6: by the window sill, And little he knew as away
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  Speaker 6: he flew of the memories, stirred by his trail he
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  Speaker 6: called to his mate on the grasp below. Follow me
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  Speaker 6: as he soared on high, and as mates have done
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  Speaker 6: since the world begun. She followed and asked not why
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  Speaker 6: the dingy room seemed curtained with gloom. Meg shivered with
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  Speaker 6: nameless dread. The ghost of her youth and her murdered
• 44:51
  Speaker 6: truth seemed risen up from the dead. She hurried out
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  Speaker 6: into the noisy street, for the silence made her afraid
• 45:00
  Speaker 6: to flee from thought was all she sought. She cared
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  Speaker 6: not whither she strayed. Still on, she pressed in her
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  Speaker 6: wild unrest up avenues, skirting the park, where fashion's throng
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  Speaker 6: moved gayly along in Vanity Fair. When hark a clatter
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  Speaker 6: of hoofs down the stony street, the snort of a
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  Speaker 6: frightened horse that was running wild, and a laughing child
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  Speaker 6: at play in its very course. With one swift glance,
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  Speaker 6: Meg saw it all his child, My God, his child,
• 45:41
  Speaker 6: she cried aloud, as she rushed through the crowd, like
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  Speaker 6: one grown suddenly wild. There, almost under the iron feet,
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  Speaker 6: hemmed in by a passing cart, stood the baby boy,
• 45:53
  Speaker 6: the pride and joy of the man who had broken
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  Speaker 6: her heart. Us swooning women and shouting men. She fled
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  Speaker 6: like a flash of light. With her slender arm, she
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  Speaker 6: gathered from harm the form of the laughing sprite. The
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  Speaker 6: death shod feet of the mad horse beat her down
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  Speaker 6: on the bathing scray. But the baby laughed out with
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  Speaker 6: a merry shout, and thought it splendid play. He pulled
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  Speaker 6: her gown and called to her, say it up and
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  Speaker 6: do that some more. That just see way, my papa
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  Speaker 6: play with me and the nursery floor. When the frightened
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  Speaker 6: father reached the scene, his boy looked up and smiled
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  Speaker 6: from the stiffening fold of the arm, death cold of Meg,
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  Speaker 6: who had died for his child. Oh words are a
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  Speaker 6: woman's curse. Who loves as woman can for put to
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  Speaker 6: the test, she will bear her breast and die for
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  Speaker 6: the sake of the man and of pom. This recording
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  Speaker 6: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: A fable by ellowheeler Wilcox, red for LibriVox by Julian Prattley.
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  Speaker 4: Some couring crows, a hooting owl, a hawk, a canary,
• 47:37
  Speaker 4: an old marsh fowl. One day all met together to
• 47:40
  Speaker 4: hold a caucus and settle the fate of a certain
• 47:42
  Speaker 4: bird without a mate, a bird of another feather, my friends,
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  Speaker 4: said the owl with a look. Most Wise, the eagle
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  Speaker 4: is soaring too near the skies in a way that
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  Speaker 4: is quite improper. Yet the world is praising her, so
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  Speaker 4: I'm told, And I think her actions have grown so
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  Speaker 4: bold that some of us ought to stop her. I
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  Speaker 4: have heard it, said quoth hawk, with a sigh, that
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  Speaker 4: young lambs died at the glance of her eye. And
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  Speaker 4: I wholly scorn and despise her. This and more, I
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  Speaker 4: am told, they say, And I think that the only
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  Speaker 4: proper way is never to recognize her. I am quite convinced,
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  Speaker 4: said crow with a caw, that the eagle minds no
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  Speaker 4: moral law. She's a most unruly creature. She's an ugly thing,
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  Speaker 4: piped canary bird. Some call her handsome. It's so absurd.
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  Speaker 4: She hasn't a decent feature. Then the old marsh hen
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  Speaker 4: went hopping about. She said she was sure she hadn't
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  Speaker 4: a doubt of the truth of each bird's story, and
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  Speaker 4: she thought it her duty to stop her flight, to
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  Speaker 4: pull her down from her lofty height and take the
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  Speaker 4: gilt from her glory. But lo from a peak on
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  Speaker 4: the mountain grand that looks out over the smiling land
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  Speaker 4: and over the mighty ocean. The eagle is spreading her
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  Speaker 4: splendid wings. She rises, rises and upward, swings with a slow,
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  Speaker 4: majestic motion, up in the blue of God's own skies,
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  Speaker 4: with a cry of rapture. Away she flies close to
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  Speaker 4: the great eternal. She sweeps the world with her piercing sight.
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  Speaker 4: Her soul is filled with the infinite and the joy
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  Speaker 4: of things supernal. Thus rise forever, the chosen of God,
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  Speaker 4: the genius, crowd, or the power shored over the dust world,
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  Speaker 4: sailing and back, like splinters blown by the winds, must
• 49:17
  Speaker 4: fall the missiles of silly minds, useless and unavailing. End
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  Speaker 4: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: The Way of It by Ella Wheeler Wilcox read for
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  Speaker 6: LibriVox dot Org by Tommy Hersaunt, Carl Spad, California. This
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  Speaker 6: is the Way of It, wide world over. One is
• 49:45
  Speaker 6: beloved and one is the lover. One gives and the
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  Speaker 6: other receives, one lavishes all in wild emotion, one offers
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  Speaker 6: a smile for a life's devotion, One hopes in the
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  Speaker 6: other beliefs. One lies awake in the night to weep,
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  Speaker 6: and the other drifts off in a sweet sound sleep.
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  Speaker 6: One soul is a flame with a godlike passion. One
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  Speaker 6: plays with love in an idler's fashion. One speaks and
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  Speaker 6: the other hears. One sobs, I love you, and wet
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  Speaker 6: eyes show it, and one laughs lightly and says I
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  Speaker 6: know it, with smiles for the other's tears. One lives
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  Speaker 6: for the other and nothing beside, and the other remembers.
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  Speaker 6: The world is wide. This is the way of it,
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  Speaker 6: sad earth over. The heart that breaks is the heart
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  Speaker 6: of the lover. And the other learns to forget, for
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  Speaker 6: what is the use of endless sorrow. Though the sun
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  Speaker 6: goes down, it will rise tomorrow, and life is not
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  Speaker 6: over yet. Oh, I know this truth if I know
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  Speaker 6: no other. That passionate love is Paine's own mother. End
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  Speaker 6: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 9: The Suicide by Ella Wheeler Wilcox read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 9: Org by Michael Frye Vtenridge, Louisiana, in June two thousand twenty.
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  Speaker 9: Vast was the wealth I carried in life's pack, youth, health, ambition,
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  Speaker 9: hope and trust. But time and fate. Those robbers fit
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  Speaker 9: for any crime, stole all and left me but the
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  Speaker 9: empty sack. Before me lay a long and lonely track
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  Speaker 9: of darkling hills and barren steeps. To climb. Behind me
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  Speaker 9: lay in shadows, the sublime lost lands of love's delight,
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  Speaker 9: A lack, a lack. Unwearied and with springing steps, delate,
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  Speaker 9: I had conveyed my wealth along the road. The empty
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  Speaker 9: sack proved now a heavier load. I was borne down
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  Speaker 9: beneath its worthless weight. I stumbled on and knocked at
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  Speaker 9: death's dark gait. There was no answer. Strung by sorrow's gold,
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  Speaker 9: I forced my way into that grim abode. I laughed
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  Speaker 9: and flung life's empty sack to fate unknown and uninvited.
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  Speaker 9: I passed in to that strange land that had between
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  Speaker 9: two gulls, round which a dark and solemn river rolls,
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  Speaker 9: more dread its silence than the loud earth's din. And
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  Speaker 9: now where was the peace I hoped to win? Black
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  Speaker 9: masted ships slid past me in great shoals, their bloody
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  Speaker 9: decks thronged with mistaken souls. God punishes mistakes sometimes, like sin,
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  Speaker 9: not rest, and not oblivion. I found my suffering self
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  Speaker 9: dwelt with me just the same. But here no sleep
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  Speaker 9: was and no sweet dreams came to give me respite.
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  Speaker 9: Tyrant death uncrowned by my own hand, Still king of
• 53:46
  Speaker 9: terrors frowned upon my shuddering soul that shrank in shame,
• 53:51
  Speaker 9: before those eyes where sorrow blent with blame, and those
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  Speaker 9: accusing lips that made no sound. What gruesome shapes dawned
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  Speaker 9: on my startled sight, What awful size broke on my
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  Speaker 9: listening ear. The anguish of the earth augmented here a
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  Speaker 9: thousandfold made one continuous night. The sack I flung away
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  Speaker 9: in impious spite, hung yet upon me filled I saw
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  Speaker 9: in fear with tears that rained from Earth's adjacent's sphere,
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  Speaker 9: and turned to stones in falling from that height, And
• 54:30
  Speaker 9: close about me pressed a grieving throng, each with his
• 54:33
  Speaker 9: heavy sack, which bowed him so his face was hidden.
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  Speaker 9: One of these mourned, No who enters here but finds
• 54:43
  Speaker 9: the way more long to those fair realms where sounds
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  Speaker 9: the angel's song. There is no man made exit out
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  Speaker 9: of woe. Ye cannot dash the locked door down and
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  Speaker 9: go to claim thy rightful joy through paths of wrong.
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  Speaker 9: He passed into the shadows, dim and gray, and left
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  Speaker 9: me to pursue my path alone, with terror greater than
• 55:09
  Speaker 9: I yet had known, hard on my soul, the awful
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  Speaker 9: knowledge lay death had not ended life, nor found God's way,
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  Speaker 9: but with my same sad sorrows still my own, where
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  Speaker 9: by roads led to by roads thistles sown I had
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  Speaker 9: but wandered off and gone astray, with Earth still near
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  Speaker 9: enough to hear its sighs, with Heaven afar and Hell
• 55:36
  Speaker 9: but just below, still on and on my lonely soul
• 55:41
  Speaker 9: must go until I earn the right to paradise. We
• 55:46
  Speaker 9: cannot force our way into God's skies, nor rush into
• 55:50
  Speaker 9: the rest we long to know, but patiently, with bleeding
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  Speaker 9: steps and slow toil on to where selfhood in God.
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  Speaker 6: Good diyes.
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  Speaker 7: End of poem.
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  Speaker 9: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Now I lay me by Ella Willer Wilcox read for
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot Org by Larry Wilson. When I pass from
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  Speaker 1: Earth away palsied, though I be in gray me, my
• 56:29
  Speaker 1: spirit keeps so young that my feeling, faltering tongue frames
• 56:32
  Speaker 1: that prayer so dear to me taught me at my
• 56:35
  Speaker 1: mother's knee. Now I lay me down to sleep, passing
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  Speaker 1: to eternal rest on the loving parent breast. I pray
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  Speaker 1: the Lord my soul to keep from all danger, safe
• 56:48
  Speaker 1: and calm in the hollow of his palm. If I
• 56:52
  Speaker 1: should die before I wake, drifting with fated breath out
• 56:56
  Speaker 1: of slumber into death, I pray the Lord my soul
• 57:00
  Speaker 1: to take from the body's claim, set free, sheltered in
• 57:05
  Speaker 1: the great to be simple prayer of trust and truth
• 57:09
  Speaker 1: taught me in my early youth. Let my soul its
• 57:13
  Speaker 1: beauty keep when I lay me down to sleep.
• 57:17
  Speaker 7: In the poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 10: The Messenger by Ella Wheeler Wilcox read for Libervax dot org.
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  Speaker 10: The Messenger. She rose up in the early dawn, and
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  Speaker 10: white and silently she moved about the house. Four men
• 57:41
  Speaker 10: had gone to batter for the land they loved, and she,
• 57:45
  Speaker 10: the mother and the wife, waited for the tidings from
• 57:48
  Speaker 10: the strife. How still the house sing, and her tread
• 57:52
  Speaker 10: was like the footsteps of the dead. The long day passed,
• 57:56
  Speaker 10: the dark knight came. She had not seen a human face.
• 58:00
  Speaker 10: Some voice spoke suddenly, her name. How loud it echoed
• 58:03
  Speaker 10: in that place where day on day no sound was
• 58:07
  Speaker 10: heard but her own footsteps. Bring your word, She cried
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  Speaker 10: to whom she could not see. Word from the battle
• 58:14
  Speaker 10: plain to me. The soldier entered at the door and
• 58:18
  Speaker 10: stood within the dim firelight. I bring you tidings of
• 58:21
  Speaker 10: the four, he said, who left you for the fight?
• 58:25
  Speaker 10: God bless your friend. She cried, speak one, for I
• 58:28
  Speaker 10: can bury. One is gone, I one is gone. He said,
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  Speaker 10: which one? Dear lady, he your eldest son. A deathly
• 58:38
  Speaker 10: palla shot across her withered face. She did not weep.
• 58:42
  Speaker 10: She said, it is her previous last. But God gives
• 58:46
  Speaker 10: his beloved sleep. What of the living of the three,
• 58:50
  Speaker 10: and when can they come back to me? The soldier
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  Speaker 10: turned away his head. Lady, your husband too is dead.
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  Speaker 10: She put her hand upon her brain, and while child
• 59:01
  Speaker 10: pain was in her eyes. My husband, I have God
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  Speaker 10: help me now. The soldier heard her shuddering sighs. The
• 59:08
  Speaker 10: task was harder than he thought. Your youngest son to him,
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  Speaker 10: Madame fort closed at his father's side. Both fell dead
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  Speaker 10: by the busting of a shell. She moved her lips
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  Speaker 10: and seemed to moan. Her face had pale to ashen gray.
• 59:25
  Speaker 10: Then one has left me hold alone, she said, A
• 59:29
  Speaker 10: fool who marched away over ruling all wise gor How
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  Speaker 10: can I pass beneath thy rod? The soldier walked across
• 59:38
  Speaker 10: the floor, was at the window at the door while
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  Speaker 10: they called you dropped from his cheek, and thought of
• 59:46
  Speaker 10: the mourner's side again. What's more, dear lady, I must speak.
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  Speaker 10: Your last remaining son was slain just at the closing
• 59:56
  Speaker 10: of the fight. Twas he who sent me here to night.
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  Speaker 10: God knows, the man said afterwards, the fight itself was
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  Speaker 10: not so hard, And of this recording is in the
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  Speaker 10: public domain.
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  Speaker 8: Illogical by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, read for LibriVox dot org.
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  Speaker 8: She stood beside me while I gave an order for
• 1:00:31
  Speaker 8: a bonnet. She shuddered when I said, and put a
• 1:00:37
  Speaker 8: bright bird's wing upon it. A member of the Audubon Society,
• 1:00:43
  Speaker 8: was she, And cutting were her comments made on worldly
• 1:00:49
  Speaker 8: folks like me. She spoke about the helpless birds we
• 1:00:54
  Speaker 8: wickedly were harming. She quoted the statistics, and and they
• 1:01:01
  Speaker 8: really were alarming. She said, God meant his little birds
• 1:01:07
  Speaker 8: to sing in trees and skies. And there was pathos
• 1:01:13
  Speaker 8: in her voice, and tears were in her eyes. Oh,
• 1:01:21
  Speaker 8: surely in this beauteous world you can find lovely things
• 1:01:26
  Speaker 8: enough to trim your hats, she said, without the dear
• 1:01:32
  Speaker 8: bird's wings. I sat beside her that same day in
• 1:01:38
  Speaker 8: her own house at dinner, angelic, being that she was
• 1:01:43
  Speaker 8: to entertain a sinner. Her well appointed table groaned beneath
• 1:01:50
  Speaker 8: the ample spread coarse followed appetizing course, and hunger sated flood.
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  Speaker 8: But still, my charming hostess urged, do have a red bird, dear,
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  Speaker 8: They are so delicate and sweet at this time of
• 1:02:10
  Speaker 8: the year and of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 8: public domain.
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  Speaker 11: A Servian legend by ellow Wheeler Wilcox read for liprivox
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  Speaker 11: dot org by all a mapstone long long ago ere.
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  Speaker 11: Yet our race began when Earth was empty, waiting still
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  Speaker 11: for man, before the breath of life to him was given,
• 1:02:46
  Speaker 11: the angels fell into a strife in heaven. At length,
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  Speaker 11: one furious demon grasped the sun and sped away as
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  Speaker 11: fast as he could run, And with a ringing laugh
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  Speaker 11: of fiendish mirth, he leap'd the battlements and fell to earth.
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  Speaker 11: Dark was it then in heaven, but light below. For
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  Speaker 11: there the demon wander'd to and fro, tilting aloft upon
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  Speaker 11: a slender pole the orb of day. The pilfering old soul.
• 1:03:20
  Speaker 11: The angels wept and wailed, but through the dark the
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  Speaker 11: great Creator's voice cried sternly, hark, who will restore to
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  Speaker 11: me the orb of light?
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  Speaker 7: Him?
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  Speaker 11: Will I honor in all Heaven's sight. Then o'er the battlements,
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  Speaker 11: there dropp'd another, a shrewder angel. Well, there could not
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  Speaker 11: be quoth he. Behold my love for THEE, my brother,
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  Speaker 11: For I have left all Heaven to stay with THEE,
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  Speaker 11: thy loneliness and wanderings. I will share thy heavy burden.
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  Speaker 11: I will help THEE bear well, said the demon answered,
• 1:03:58
  Speaker 11: and well done. But I'll not tax you with this
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  Speaker 11: heavy sun. Your company will cheer me, it is true,
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  Speaker 11: and I could never think of burdening you. Idly, they
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  Speaker 11: wandered onward, side by side, till by and by they
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  Speaker 11: neared the silvery tide. Let's bathe, the angel suddenly suggested.
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  Speaker 7: Agreed.
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  Speaker 11: The demon answered, I'll go last, because I needs must
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  Speaker 11: leave quite unmolested this tiresome sun, which I will now
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  Speaker 11: make fast. He set the pole well in the sandy
• 1:04:35
  Speaker 11: turf and caught a jack door near to watch the place. Meanwhile,
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  Speaker 11: the angel paddled in the surf and playfully dared his
• 1:04:44
  Speaker 11: brother to erase. They swam around together for a while,
• 1:04:49
  Speaker 11: the demon always keeping near his prize, till presently the angel,
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  Speaker 11: with a smile, proposed a healthful diving exercise. The demon hesitated,
• 1:05:02
  Speaker 11: but he thought the jack door will inform me with
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  Speaker 11: a cry. If this good brother tries deceiving me, I
• 1:05:09
  Speaker 11: will not be outdone by him. Not I down Down
• 1:05:14
  Speaker 11: they went. The angel, in a trice, rose up again
• 1:05:18
  Speaker 11: and swift ashore. He sped the jack door shrieked, but
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  Speaker 11: lo a mile of ice, the daemon found a frozen
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  Speaker 11: o'er his head. He swore an oath and gathered all
• 1:05:30
  Speaker 11: his force and broke the ice to see the sun,
• 1:05:33
  Speaker 11: of course, held firmly in the radiant Angel's hand, who
• 1:05:38
  Speaker 11: sailed away towards the heav'nly land. He gave pursuit. Rathh
• 1:05:44
  Speaker 11: lent speed to his chase. All heaven leaned down to
• 1:05:47
  Speaker 11: watch the exciting race. On on they came, and still
• 1:05:51
  Speaker 11: the evil one gain'd on. The Angel, burdened with the sun,
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  Speaker 11: with bated breath and faces white as ghosts. Over the
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  Speaker 11: walls leaned heavens affrighted hosts up. Still up, the angel
• 1:06:05
  Speaker 11: almost spent through one foot forward or the battlement. The
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  Speaker 11: demon seized the other with a shout, so Fierce's clutch
• 1:06:15
  Speaker 11: he pulled the bottom out as the good angel, fainting,
• 1:06:19
  Speaker 11: laid the sun down by the throne of God, who cried,
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  Speaker 11: well done, Thy great misfortune shall be made divine man.
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  Speaker 11: Will I create with a foot like thine? End of poem.
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  Speaker 11: This recording is in the public domain.
• 1:06:44
  Speaker 5: Peek a Boo by Ellow Wheeler Wilcox, read for librevox
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  Speaker 5: dot Org by Janbroda. The cunniest thing that a baby
• 1:06:54
  Speaker 5: can do is the very first time it plays peekaboo,
• 1:06:59
  Speaker 5: when it frides its pink little face in its hands
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  Speaker 5: and crows and shows that it understands what nurse and
• 1:07:07
  Speaker 5: Mama and Papa too mean when they hide and cry peekaboo, peekaboo. Oh,
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  Speaker 5: what a wonderful thing it is. When they find that
• 1:07:17
  Speaker 5: baby can play like this, and everyone listens and thinks
• 1:07:22
  Speaker 5: it true. The baby's gurgle means peekaboo, peekaboo, and over
• 1:07:29
  Speaker 5: and over the changes are wrung on the marvelous infant
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  Speaker 5: who talks so young. I wonder if anyone ever knew
• 1:07:37
  Speaker 5: a baby that never played peek a boo. Peek a
• 1:07:41
  Speaker 5: boo tis old as the hills are. I believe Cain
• 1:07:45
  Speaker 5: was taught it by Mother Eve, for Cain was an
• 1:07:48
  Speaker 5: innocent baby too, and I am sure he played peekaboo peekaboo.
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  Speaker 5: And the whole world full of the children of men.
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  Speaker 5: Have all of them played that game since then? Kings
• 1:08:02
  Speaker 5: and princes and beggars too. Everyone has played peek a boo,
• 1:08:07
  Speaker 5: peek a boo. Thief and robber and ruffian bald, the
• 1:08:12
  Speaker 5: crazy tramp and the drunkard old all have been babies
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  Speaker 5: who laughed and knew how to hide and play peekaboo
• 1:08:22
  Speaker 5: peek a boo. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 5: the public domain.
• 1:08:34
  Speaker 11: The Falling of Thrones by Ella Wheeler Wilcox read for
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  Speaker 11: librevox dot Org by Alan Mapstone. Above the din of commerce,
• 1:08:48
  Speaker 11: above the clamor and rattle of labor disputing with rises
• 1:08:53
  Speaker 11: of anarchist threats and groans, Above the hurry and hustle
• 1:08:58
  Speaker 11: and roar of that bloodless battle where men are fighting
• 1:09:02
  Speaker 11: for riches. I hear the falling of thrones. I see
• 1:09:08
  Speaker 11: no savage host, I hear no martial drumming. But down
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  Speaker 11: in the dust at our feet lie the useless crowns
• 1:09:16
  Speaker 11: of king, and the mighty spirit of progress is steadily coming, coming,
• 1:09:22
  Speaker 11: And the flag of one republic abroad to the world
• 1:09:26
  Speaker 11: he flings, the universal Republic, where worth not birth is royal,
• 1:09:34
  Speaker 11: where the lowliest born may climb on a self made
• 1:09:37
  Speaker 11: ladder to fame, Where the highest and proudest born, if
• 1:09:42
  Speaker 11: he be not true and loyal, shall find no masking
• 1:09:46
  Speaker 11: title to cover and gild his shame. Not with the
• 1:09:51
  Speaker 11: bellow of guns, and not with sabers wetting, but with
• 1:09:56
  Speaker 11: growing minds of men, is waged. This sword iss frayed,
• 1:10:00
  Speaker 11: while over the dim horizon, the sun of royalty setting
• 1:10:05
  Speaker 11: lights with a dying splendor. The humblest Toiler's Way. End
• 1:10:12
  Speaker 11: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Her Last Letter by Ella Wheeler Wilcox read for Liprivox
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  Speaker 4: by Julian Pratley. Sitting alone by the window, watching the
• 1:10:32
  Speaker 4: moonlit street, bending my head to listen to the well
• 1:10:35
  Speaker 4: known sound of your feet. I have been wondering, Darling,
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  Speaker 4: how I can bear the pain when I watch with
• 1:10:41
  Speaker 4: sighs and tear wet eyes and wait for your coming
• 1:10:44
  Speaker 4: in vain. For I know that a day approaches when
• 1:10:47
  Speaker 4: your heart will tire of me, When by door and
• 1:10:49
  Speaker 4: gate I may watch and wait for a form I
• 1:10:52
  Speaker 4: shall not see. When the love that is now my heaven,
• 1:10:55
  Speaker 4: the kisses that make my life, you will bestow on another,
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  Speaker 4: and that other will be your wife. You will grow
• 1:11:01
  Speaker 4: weary of sinning, though you do not call it. So
• 1:11:04
  Speaker 4: you will long for a love that is purer than
• 1:11:06
  Speaker 4: the love that we too know. God knows. I have
• 1:11:10
  Speaker 4: loved you dearly, with a passion strong as true. But
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  Speaker 4: you will grow tired and leave me. Though I gave
• 1:11:15
  Speaker 4: up all for you, I was as pure as the morning.
• 1:11:18
  Speaker 4: When I first looked on your face. I knew I
• 1:11:21
  Speaker 4: never could reach you in your high, exalted place. But
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  Speaker 4: I looked and loved and worshiped as a flower might
• 1:11:26
  Speaker 4: worship a star. And your eyes shone down upon me,
• 1:11:30
  Speaker 4: and you seemed so far, so far, And then well,
• 1:11:35
  Speaker 4: then you loved me, love me with all your heart.
• 1:11:37
  Speaker 4: But we could not stand at the altar. We were
• 1:11:40
  Speaker 4: so far apart. If a star should wed with the flower,
• 1:11:43
  Speaker 4: the star must drop from the sky, or the flower,
• 1:11:46
  Speaker 4: in trying to reach it, would droop on its stalk
• 1:11:48
  Speaker 4: and die. But you said that you loved me, darling,
• 1:11:52
  Speaker 4: and swore by the heavens above that the Lord and
• 1:11:54
  Speaker 4: all of his angels would sanction and bless our love.
• 1:11:57
  Speaker 4: And I I was weak, not wicked. My love was
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  Speaker 4: as pure as true, and sin itself seemed a virtue
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  Speaker 4: if only shared by you. We have been happy together,
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  Speaker 4: though under the cloud of sin. But I know that
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  Speaker 4: the day approaches when my chastening must begin. You have
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  Speaker 4: been faithful and tender, but you will not always be,
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  Speaker 4: and I think I had better leave you while your
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  Speaker 4: thoughts are kind of me. I know my beauty is fading.
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  Speaker 4: Sin furrows the fairest brow, and I know that your
• 1:12:25
  Speaker 4: heart will weary of the face you smile on. Now
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  Speaker 4: you will take a bride to your bosom. After you
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  Speaker 4: turn from me, you will sit with your wife in
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  Speaker 4: the moonlight and hold her babe on your knee. Oh God,
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  Speaker 4: I never could bear it. It would madden my brain,
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  Speaker 4: I know. And so while you love me dearly, I
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  Speaker 4: think I had better go. It is sweet to feel,
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  Speaker 4: my darling, to know, as I fall asleep that someone
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  Speaker 4: will mourn me and miss me, that someone is left
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  Speaker 4: to weep, than to die as I should in the future,
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  Speaker 4: to drop in the streets some day, unknown, unwept and forgotten.
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  Speaker 4: After you cast me a way, Perhaps the blood of
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  Speaker 4: the Savior can wash my garments clean. Perchance I may
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  Speaker 4: drink of the waters that flow through pastures green. Perchance
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  Speaker 4: we may meet in heaven and walk in the streets above,
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  Speaker 4: with nothing to grieve us or part us. Since our
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  Speaker 4: sinning was all through love, God says, love one another.
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  Speaker 4: And down to the depths of hell, will he send
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  Speaker 4: the soul of a woman? Because she loved and fell,
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  Speaker 4: And so in the moonlight he found her, or found
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  Speaker 4: her beautiful clay, lifeless and pallid as marble, for the
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  Speaker 4: spirit had flown away. The farewell words she had written
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  Speaker 4: she held to her cold white breast, and the buried
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  Speaker 4: blade of a dagger told how she had gone to rest.
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  Speaker 4: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Baby Land by Ellow Wheeler Wilcox read for Liebrevox dot
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  Speaker 5: Org by Jan Broda. Have you heard of the valley
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  Speaker 5: of baby Land? The realm where the dear little darling
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  Speaker 5: stay till the kind storks go as all men know,
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  Speaker 5: and oh so tenderly bring them away. The paths are
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  Speaker 5: winding and past all finding by all save the storks,
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  Speaker 5: who understand the gates and the highways and the intricate
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  Speaker 5: byways that lead to baby Land. All over the valley
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  Speaker 5: of baby Land, sweet flowers bloom in the soft green moss,
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  Speaker 5: and under the ferns fair and under the plants there
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  Speaker 5: lie little heads, like spools of floss with the soothing number.
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  Speaker 5: The river of Slumber flows o'er a bed way of
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  Speaker 5: silver sand, and angels are keeping watch o'er the sleeping
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  Speaker 5: babes of baby Land the path to the valley of
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  Speaker 5: baby Land. Only the kingly kind storks know. If they
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  Speaker 5: fly over mountains or wade through fountains. No man sees
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  Speaker 5: them come or go, but an angel maybe who guards
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  Speaker 5: some baby, or a fairy perhaps with her magic wand
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  Speaker 5: brings them straightway to the wonderful gateway that leads to
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  Speaker 5: baby Land. And there in the valley of baby Land,
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  Speaker 5: under the mosses and leaves and ferns, like an unfledged darling,
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  Speaker 5: they find the darling for whom the heart of a
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  Speaker 5: mother yearns. And they lift him lightly, hence snug him
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  Speaker 5: tightly in feathers soft as a lady's hand, and off
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  Speaker 5: with a rockaway step they walk away out of baby Land.
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  Speaker 5: As they go from the valley of baby Land forth
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  Speaker 5: into the world of great unrest, sometimes weeping. He wakes
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  Speaker 5: from sleeping before he reaches the mother's breast. Ah, how
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  Speaker 5: she blesses him, how she caresses him. Bonniest bird in
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  Speaker 5: the bright home band that o're land and water, the
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  Speaker 5: kind stork brought her from far off baby Land. End
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  Speaker 5: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 12: Fishing by Ella Wheeler Wilcox read for Library Vaux dot
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  Speaker 12: Org by Thoughtful Wilderness. Maybe this is fun sitting in
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  Speaker 12: the sun with a book in parasol, as my angler
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  Speaker 12: wishes while he dips his line in the ocean brine
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  Speaker 12: under the impression that his bait will catch the fishes.
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  Speaker 12: Tis romantic, yes, but I must confess. Thoughts of shady
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  Speaker 12: rooms at home somehow seem more inviting. But I dare
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  Speaker 12: not move quiet there, my love, says my angler, For
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  Speaker 12: I think a monster fish is biting. Oh, of course
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  Speaker 12: it's bliss, But how hot it is, and the rock
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  Speaker 12: I'm sitting on grows harder every minute. Still my fisher waits,
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  Speaker 12: trying various baits, but the basket at his side, I
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  Speaker 12: see has nothing in it. Oh, it's just a way
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  Speaker 12: to pass a July day, arcadian and sentimental dreamy, idle, charming,
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  Speaker 12: But how fierce the sunlight falls, and the way that
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  Speaker 12: insect crawls along my neck and down my back is
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  Speaker 12: really quite alarming? Any luck? I gently ask of the
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  Speaker 12: angler at his task, there's something pulling at my line.
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  Speaker 12: He says, I've almost caught it. But when with blistered
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  Speaker 12: face we our homeward steps retrace, we take the little
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  Speaker 12: basket just as empty as we brought it. End of poem.
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  Speaker 12: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 11: The Old Stage Queen by Yellow Wheeler Wilcox, Redfolibrivox dot
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  Speaker 11: Org by our Mapstone. Back in her box by the
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  Speaker 11: curtain shaded, she sits alone by the house unseen. Her
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  Speaker 11: eye is dim and her cheek is faded. She who
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  Speaker 11: once was the people's queen. The curtain rolls up, and
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  Speaker 11: she sees before her a vision of beauty and youth
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  Speaker 11: and grace. Ah, no wonder ll hearts adore her silver
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  Speaker 11: throated and fair of face. Out of her box, she
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  Speaker 11: leans and listens. Oh is it with pleasure or with
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  Speaker 11: despair that her thin cheek pails and her dim eye glistens,
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  Speaker 11: while that fresh young voice sings the grand old air.
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  Speaker 11: She is back again in her past, bright splendor, when
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  Speaker 11: life was worth living and love was a truth. Ere
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  Speaker 11: Time had told her she must surrender her double dower
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  Speaker 11: of fame and youth. It is she herself who stands there,
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  Speaker 11: singing to that sea of faces that shines and stirs,
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  Speaker 11: and the cheers on cheers that go up, ringing and rousing,
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  Speaker 11: the echoes are hers or hers, just for one moment.
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  Speaker 11: The sweet delusion quickens her pulses and blurs her sight,
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  Speaker 11: and wakes within her that wild confusion of joy that
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  Speaker 11: is anguish and fierce delight. Then the curtain goes down,
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  Speaker 11: and the lights are gleaming brightly o'er circle and box
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  Speaker 11: and stall. She starts like a sleeper who wakes from dreaming.
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  Speaker 11: Her youth lies under Time's funeral pall. Her day is dead,
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  Speaker 11: and her star descended, never to rise or to shine again.
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  Speaker 11: Her rein is over, her queenship ended. A new name
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  Speaker 11: is sounded and sung by men, all the glitter and
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  Speaker 11: glow and splendor, all the glory of that lost day,
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  Speaker 11: with the friends that seem true and the love that
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  Speaker 11: seemed tender. Why what is it all but a dead bouquet?
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  Speaker 11: She rises to go as the night turned colder. The
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  Speaker 11: new Queen answers to call and shout, and the old
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  Speaker 11: Queen looks back over her shoulder, as all unnoticed, she
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  Speaker 11: passes out. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 11: public domain.
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  Speaker 13: The Princess's Fingernail A Tale of Nonsense Land by Ella
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  Speaker 13: Wheeler Wilcox, read for Libervox dot Org by Sarah Brown.
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  Speaker 13: All through the castle of high bred Ease, where the
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  Speaker 13: chief employment was due, as you please, spread consternation and
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  Speaker 13: wild despair. The Queen was wringing her hands and hair.
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  Speaker 13: The maids of honor were sad and solemn. The pages
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  Speaker 13: looked blank as they stood in column. The court jester
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  Speaker 13: blubbered boo who, boo who. The cook in the kitchen
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  Speaker 13: dropped tears in the stew, and all through the castle
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  Speaker 13: went sob and wail, for the princess had broken her
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  Speaker 13: finger nail. The beautiful princess read as a rose bride
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  Speaker 13: elect of the Lord high Nose, broken her finger nail
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  Speaker 13: down to the quick, No wonder, the Queen and her
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  Speaker 13: court were sick, never sorrow, so dread before had dared
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  Speaker 13: to enter that castle door. Oh what would my Lord
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  Speaker 13: his high nose say when she took off her glove
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  Speaker 13: on her wedding day, the fairest princess in nonsense Land
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  Speaker 13: with a broken finger nail on her hand. Twas a terrible,
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  Speaker 13: terrible accident. And they called a meeting of Parliament. And
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  Speaker 13: never before that royal court had come such question of
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  Speaker 13: grave import as how could you hurry a nail to grow?
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  Speaker 13: And the skill of the kingdom was called to show.
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  Speaker 13: They sent for monshau phylom Off, he smooth down the
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  Speaker 13: corners so rag and rough. They sent for Madame led
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  Speaker 13: diamond Dust, who lived on the fingers of upper crust.
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  Speaker 13: They sent for Professor de Chamoiscin, who took her powder
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  Speaker 13: and rubbed it in. They sent for the pudgy nurse
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  Speaker 13: fat on the bone to bathe her finger in Eu
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  Speaker 13: de Cologne. And they called the court surgeon monshou red Tape,
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  Speaker 13: to hear what he thought of the new nail's shape.
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  Speaker 13: Over the kingdom the telegrams flew which told how the
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  Speaker 13: finger nail thrived and grew, and all through the realm
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  Speaker 13: of nonsense Land. They offered up prayers for the princess's hand.
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  Speaker 13: At length, the glad tidings were heard with a shout
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  Speaker 13: that the princess's finger nail had grown out, pointed and
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  Speaker 13: polished and pink and clean, befitting the hand of a
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  Speaker 13: Sunday queen. Salutes were fired all over the land by
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  Speaker 13: the home Guard battery, pop gun band, And great was
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  Speaker 13: the joy of my Lord High Nose, who straightway ordered
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  Speaker 13: his wedding clothes and paid his tailor. Don wait for
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  Speaker 13: a who died of amazement the self. Same day, my lord,
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  Speaker 13: by a jury was judged insane, for they said, and
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  Speaker 13: the truth of the saying was plain that a lord
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  Speaker 13: of such very high pedigree would never be paying his bills,
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  Speaker 13: you see, unless he was out of his head. And
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  Speaker 13: so they locked him up without more ado. And the
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  Speaker 13: beautiful princess, read as a rose, pined for her lover,
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  Speaker 13: my Lord High Nose, till she entered a convent and
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  Speaker 13: took the veil. And this is the end of my
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  Speaker 13: nonsense tale. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 13: public domain.
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  Speaker 4: A Baby in the House by Ella Wheeler Wilcox read
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  Speaker 4: Philiprivox by Julian Pratley I knew that a baby was
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  Speaker 4: hid in the house, though I saw no cradle and
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  Speaker 4: heard no cry. But the husband went tiptoeing round like
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  Speaker 4: a mouse, and the good wife was humming a soft lullaby.
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  Speaker 4: And there was a look on the face of that
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  Speaker 4: mother that I knew could mean only one thing, and
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  Speaker 4: no other. The mother, I said to myself, for I
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  Speaker 4: knew that the woman before me was certainly that, For
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  Speaker 4: there lay in the corner a tiny cloth shoe, and
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  Speaker 4: I saw on the stand such a wee little hat.
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  Speaker 4: And the beard of the husband said, plain as could be,
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  Speaker 4: two fat, chubby hands have been tugging at me. And
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  Speaker 4: he took from his pocket a gay picture book and
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  Speaker 4: a dog that would bark if he poured on a string.
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  Speaker 4: And the wife laid them up with such a pleased look.
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  Speaker 4: And I said to myself, there is no other thing
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  Speaker 4: but a babe that could bring about all this, And
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  Speaker 4: so that one is in hiding here, somewhere, I know.
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  Speaker 4: I stayed but a moment and saw nothing more, and
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  Speaker 4: heard not a sound. Yet I knew I was right.
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  Speaker 4: What else could the shoe mean that lay on the floor,
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  Speaker 4: the book and the toy, and the faces so bright
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  Speaker 4: and what made the husband as still as a mouse.
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  Speaker 4: I am sure, very sure there's a babe in that house.
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  Speaker 4: And of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: The Foolish Elm by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, dreadfully revoxed by
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  Speaker 4: Julian Prattley. The bold young autumn came riding along one
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  Speaker 4: day where an elm tree grew. You are fair, he said,
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  Speaker 4: as she bent down her head. Too fair for your robes,
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  Speaker 4: dull Hugh, you are far too young for a garb,
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  Speaker 4: so old your beauty needs color and sheen. Oh, I
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  Speaker 4: would clothe you in scarlet and gold, befitting the grace
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  Speaker 4: of a queen. For one little kiss on your lips,
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  Speaker 4: sweet elm, For one little kiss, no more, I would
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  Speaker 4: give you. I swear a robe more fair than ever
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  Speaker 4: a princess wore. One little kiss on those lips, my pet,
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  Speaker 4: and lo you shall stand, I say, queen of the forest,
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  Speaker 4: and better yet, queen of my heart. Alway, she tossed
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  Speaker 4: her head, but he took the kiss. 'tis the way
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  Speaker 4: of lover's bold and a gorgeous dress for that sweet
• 1:25:52
  Speaker 4: caress he gave ere. The morning was old for a
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  Speaker 4: week and a day. She ruled a queen in beauty
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  Speaker 4: and splendid attire. For a week and a day she
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  Speaker 4: was loved, I ween with the love that is born
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  Speaker 4: of desire. Then bold eyed Autumn went on his way
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  Speaker 4: in search of a tree more fair, and mob winds
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  Speaker 4: tattered her garments and scattered her finery here and there,
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  Speaker 4: Poor and faded and ragged and cold, she rocked in
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  Speaker 4: her wild distress, and longed for the dull green gown
• 1:26:18
  Speaker 4: she had sold for her fickle lover's caress. And the
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  Speaker 4: days went by, and winter came, and his tyranous tempests
• 1:26:25
  Speaker 4: beat on the shivering tree, whose robes of flame he
• 1:26:28
  Speaker 4: had trampled under his feet. I saw her reach up
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  Speaker 4: to the mocking skies, her poor arms bare and thin.
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  Speaker 4: Ah well a day, it is ever the way with
• 1:26:36
  Speaker 4: the woman who trades with sin. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 4: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 12: Robin's Mistake by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, wrote for library Vox
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  Speaker 12: dot Org by thoughtful Wilderness. What do you think, read
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  Speaker 12: Robin found by a mow of hay. Why a flask
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  Speaker 12: brimful of liquor that the mowers brought that day to
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  Speaker 12: slake their thirst in the hay Field, and Robin he
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  Speaker 12: shook his head. Now, I wonder what they cull it,
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  Speaker 12: and how it tastes, He said, I have seen the
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  Speaker 12: mowers drink it. Why isn't it good for me? So
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  Speaker 12: I'll just draw out the stopper and get it the
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  Speaker 12: stuff and see. But alas for the curious Robin, one draft,
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  Speaker 12: and he burned his throat from his bill to his
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  Speaker 12: poor crops lining, and he could not utter a note,
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  Speaker 12: and his head grew light and dizzy, and he staggered
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  Speaker 12: left and right, tip over the flask of brandy, and
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  Speaker 12: spilled it every mite. But after a while he sobered
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  Speaker 12: and quietly flew away. And he never has tasted liquor
• 1:27:39
  Speaker 12: or touched it since that day. But I heard him
• 1:27:42
  Speaker 12: say to his kindred in the course of a friendly chat,
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  Speaker 12: these men think they are above us, yet they drink
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  Speaker 12: such stuff as that, Oh, the poor degraded creatures. I
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  Speaker 12: am glad. I am only a bird. Then he flew
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  Speaker 12: up over the meadow, and that was all I heard.
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  Speaker 12: End of poem. This recording is public domain.
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  Speaker 9: New Year Resolve by Ellow Wheeler Wilcox, read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 9: dot org by Michel Frye. Maton Ridge, Louisiana in June
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  Speaker 9: twenty twenty. As the dead year is clasped by a
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  Speaker 9: dead December. So let your dead sins, with your dead
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  Speaker 9: days lie. A new life is yours, and a new hope. Remember,
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  Speaker 9: we build our own ladders to climb to the sky,
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  Speaker 9: stand out in the sunlight of promise, forgetting whatever the
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  Speaker 9: past held of sorrow and wrong. We waste half our
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  Speaker 9: strength in a useless regretting. We sit by old tombs
• 1:28:47
  Speaker 9: in the dark. Too long have you missed in your aim? Well,
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  Speaker 9: the mark is still shining. Did you faint in the race? Well,
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  Speaker 9: take breath for the next Did the clouds drive you back,
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  Speaker 9: but see yonder their lining where you tempted and fell?
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  Speaker 9: Let it serve for a text. As each year hurries by,
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  Speaker 9: Let it join that procession of skeleton shapes that march
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  Speaker 9: down to the past. While you take your place in
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  Speaker 9: the line of progression, with your eyes to the heavens,
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  Speaker 9: your face to the blest. I tell you the future
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  Speaker 9: can hold no terrors for any sad soul, while the
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  Speaker 9: stars revolve if he will stand firm when the grave
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  Speaker 9: of his errors, and instead of regretting, resolve, resolve it
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  Speaker 9: is never too late to begin rebuilding. Though all into
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  Speaker 9: ruins your life seems hurled. Foresee how the light of
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  Speaker 9: the new year is gilding the wan worn face of
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  Speaker 9: the bruised old world.
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  Speaker 7: End of poem.
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  Speaker 9: This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: What We Want by Ella Wheeler Wilcox read Forlibrivrox dot
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  Speaker 4: Org by Julian Pratley. All hail the dawn of a
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  Speaker 4: new day breaking, when a strong armed nation shall take
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  Speaker 4: away the weary burdens from backs that are aching with
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  Speaker 4: maximum labour and minimum pay. When no man is honored
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  Speaker 4: who hoards his millions, When no man feasts on another's toil,
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  Speaker 4: and God's poor, suffering, striving billions, shall share his riches
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  Speaker 4: of sun and soil. There is gold for all in
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  Speaker 4: the earth's broad bosom. There is food for all in
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  Speaker 4: the land's great store. Enough is provided, if rightly divided.
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  Speaker 4: Let each man take what he needs no more. Shame
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  Speaker 4: on the miser with unused riches, who robs the toilet
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  Speaker 4: to swell his hoarde, who beats down the wage of
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  Speaker 4: the digger of ditches and steals the bread from the
• 1:30:52
  Speaker 4: poor man's board. Shame on the owner of minds whose
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  Speaker 4: cruel and selfish measures have brought him wealth, while the
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  Speaker 4: ragged re wrechs who dig his fuel are robbed of
• 1:31:02
  Speaker 4: comfort and hope and health. Shame on the ruler who
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  Speaker 4: rides in his carriage bought with the labor of half
• 1:31:08
  Speaker 4: paid men, men who are shut out of home and marriage,
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  Speaker 4: and are herded like sheep in a hovel pen. Let
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  Speaker 4: the clarion voice of the nation wake him to broader
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  Speaker 4: vision and pharaoh play. Or let the hand of a
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  Speaker 4: just law shake him till his ill gained dollars shall
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  Speaker 4: roll away. Let no man dwell under a mountain of plunder.
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  Speaker 4: Let no man suffer with want and cold. We want
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  Speaker 4: right living, not mere almsgiving. We want just dividing of
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  Speaker 4: labor and gold. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 4: the public domain.
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  Speaker 12: The Two Glasses by Ella Wheeler Wilcox Lead for Libraryvox
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  Speaker 12: dot Org by Thought for Wilderness. There sat two glasses
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  Speaker 12: filled to the brim on a rich man's table, rim
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  Speaker 12: to rem as rudy and red as blood, and one
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  Speaker 12: was as clear as the crystal flood, said the glass
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  Speaker 12: of wine to his paler brother. Let us tell tales
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  Speaker 12: of the past to each other. I can tell of
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  Speaker 12: banquet and revel and mirth where I was king, For
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  Speaker 12: I ruled in might, and the proudest and grandest souls
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  Speaker 12: on earth fell under my touch, as though struck with blight,
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  Speaker 12: from the heads of kings. I have torn the crown
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  Speaker 12: from the heights of fame. I have hurled men down.
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  Speaker 12: I have blasted many an honored name. I have taken
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  Speaker 12: virtue and given shame. I have tempted the youth with
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  Speaker 12: a sip, a taste that has made his future a
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  Speaker 12: barren waste. Far greater than any king am I, or
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  Speaker 12: than any army under the sky. I have made the
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  Speaker 12: arm of the driver fail, and since the train from
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  Speaker 12: its iron rail, I have made good ships go down
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  Speaker 12: at sea, And the shrieks of the lost were sweet
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  Speaker 12: to me. Fame, strength, wealth, genius before me fall, and
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  Speaker 12: my might and power are over all. Ho Ho, pale brother,
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  Speaker 12: laughed the wine. Can you boast of deeds as great
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  Speaker 12: as mine? Said the glass of water. I cannot boast
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  Speaker 12: of a king dethroned or a murdered host. But I
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  Speaker 12: can tell of hearts that were sad by my crystal
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  Speaker 12: drops made light and glad of thirsts I have quenched,
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  Speaker 12: and brows I have laved of hands, I have cooled,
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  Speaker 12: and souls I have saved. I have leapt through the
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  Speaker 12: valley and dashed down the mountain, slept in the sunshine,
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  Speaker 12: and dripped from the fountain. I have burst my cloud fetters,
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  Speaker 12: and dropped from the sky and everywhere, gladdened the landscape
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  Speaker 12: and eye. I have eased the hot forehead of fever
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  Speaker 12: and pain. I have made the parched meadows grow fertile
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  Speaker 12: with grain. I can tell of the powerful wheel of
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  Speaker 12: the mill that ground out the flower and turned at
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  Speaker 12: my will. I can tell of manhood based by you,
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  Speaker 12: that I have uplifted and crowned anew. I cheer, I help,
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  Speaker 12: I strengthen an aid. I gladden the heart of man
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  Speaker 12: and maid. I set the chained wine captive free, and
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  Speaker 12: all are better for knowing me. These are the tales
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  Speaker 12: they told each other, the glass of wine and its
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  Speaker 12: paler brother, as they sat together, filled to the brim
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  Speaker 12: on the rich man's table, Rim to rim, end of poem.
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  Speaker 12: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 13: A pen by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 13: org by Sarah Brown. Oh I know a certain woman
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  Speaker 13: who is reckoned with the good. But she fills me
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  Speaker 13: with more terror than a raging lion could. The little
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  Speaker 13: chills run up and down my spine whene'er we meet.
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  Speaker 13: Though she seems a gentle creature, and she's very trim
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  Speaker 13: and neat, and she has a thousand virtues and not
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  Speaker 13: one acknowledged sin. But she is the sort of person
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  Speaker 13: you could liken to a pin. And she pricks you,
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  Speaker 13: and she sticks you in a way that can't be said.
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  Speaker 13: When you seek for what has hurt you, why you
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  Speaker 13: cannot find the head, but she fills you with discomfort
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  Speaker 13: and exasperating pain. If anybody asks you why, you really
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  Speaker 13: can't explain. A pen is such a tiny thing, of
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  Speaker 13: that there is no doubt. Yet when it's sticking in
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  Speaker 13: your flesh, you're wretched till it's out. She is wonderfully
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  Speaker 13: observing when she meets a pretty girl, she is always
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  Speaker 13: sure to tell her if her bang is out of curl.
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  Speaker 13: And she is so sympathetic to her friend who's much admired.
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  Speaker 13: She is often heard remarking, dear, you look so worn
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  Speaker 13: and tired. And she is a careful critic for on
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  Speaker 13: yesterday she eyed the new dress. I was airing with
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  Speaker 13: a woman's natural pride, and she said, oh, how becoming,
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  Speaker 13: and then softly added, it is really a misfortune that
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  Speaker 13: the bask is such a fit. Then she said, if
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  Speaker 13: you had heard me, yester Eve, I'm sure, my friend,
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  Speaker 13: you would say I am a champion who knows how
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  Speaker 13: to defend. And she left me with a feeling most unpleasant.
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  Speaker 13: I aver that the whole world would despise me if
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  Speaker 13: it hadn't been for her. Whenever I encounter her in
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  Speaker 13: such a nameless way, she gives me the impression I
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  Speaker 13: am at my worst that day, and the hat that
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  Speaker 13: was imported and that cost me half a sonnet, with
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  Speaker 13: just one glance from her round eyes becomes a bowery bonnet.
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  Speaker 13: She is always bright and smiling, sharp and shining. For
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  Speaker 13: a thrust use does not seem to blunt her point,
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  Speaker 13: nor does she gather rest. Oh I wish some hapless
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  Speaker 13: specimen of mankind would begin to tidy up the world
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  Speaker 13: for me by picking up this pen.
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  Speaker 6: End of poem.
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  Speaker 13: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Breaking the Day in two by Ella Wheeler Wilcox read
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  Speaker 5: for Liebrevox dot Org by John broda, when from dawn
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  Speaker 5: till noon seems one long day, and from noon till
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  Speaker 5: night another. Oh so then should a little boy come
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  Speaker 5: from play and creep into the arms of his mother,
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  Speaker 5: snugly creep and fall asleep. Oh, come my baby, do
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  Speaker 5: creep into my lap, and with a nap, will break
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  Speaker 5: the day in two. When the shadows slant for afternoon,
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  Speaker 5: when the midday meal is over, when the winds have
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  Speaker 5: sung themselves into a swoon, and the bees drone in
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  Speaker 5: the clover. Then high to me hig for a lullaby.
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  Speaker 5: Come my baby, do creep into my lap, and with
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  Speaker 5: a nap will break the day in two. We'll break
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  Speaker 5: it in two with a crooning song, with a soft
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  Speaker 5: and soothing number, for the day has no right to
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  Speaker 5: be so long, and keep my baby from slumber. Then
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  Speaker 5: rock abye, rock may white dreams flock like angels over you.
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  Speaker 5: Baby's gone, and the deed is done. We've broken the
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  Speaker 5: day in two and of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 5: the public domain.
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  Speaker 11: The Rape of the Mist by Allow Wheeler Wilcox read
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  Speaker 11: forlibrivotx dot org by Allan Lapstone. High o'er the clouds,
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  Speaker 11: a sunbeam shone and far down under him, with a
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  Speaker 11: subtle grace that was all her own. The mist gleamed
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  Speaker 11: fair and dim. He looked at her with his burning eyes,
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  Speaker 11: and longed to fall at her feet. Of all sweet
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  Speaker 11: things there under the skies, he thought her the thing
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  Speaker 11: most sweet. He had wooed off as a sunbeam may
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  Speaker 11: wave and blossom flower, But never before had he felt
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  Speaker 11: the sway of a great love's mighty power. Tall cloud
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  Speaker 11: mountains and vast sea spaces, wind and tempest and fire?
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  Speaker 11: What are obstacles such as these to a heart that
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  Speaker 11: is fill'd with desire? Boldly he trod over cloud and star.
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  Speaker 11: Boldly he swam through space. She caught the glow of
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  Speaker 11: his eyes afar and veiled her delicate face. He was
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  Speaker 11: so strong, and he was so bright, and his breath
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  Speaker 11: was a breath of flame. The mist grew pale, with
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  Speaker 11: a vague, strange fright, as fond yet fierce. He came
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  Speaker 11: close to his heart. She was clasped and kiss'd. She
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  Speaker 11: swoon'd in love's alarms, and dead lay the beautiful, pale
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  Speaker 11: faced mist in the sunbeam's passionate arms. End of poem.
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  Speaker 11: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 8: The Maniac by Ella Wheeler Wilcox red for LibriVox dot Org.
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  Speaker 8: I saw them sitting in the shade. The long green
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  Speaker 8: vines hung over but could not hide the gold haired
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  Speaker 8: maid and the earl, my dark eyed lover. His arm
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  Speaker 8: was clasped so close, so close. Her eyes were softly lifted,
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  Speaker 8: while his eyes drank the sheek of rose, and breasts,
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  Speaker 8: like snowflakes drifted. A strange noise sounded in my brain.
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  Speaker 8: I was a guest, unbidden. I stole away, but came
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  Speaker 8: again with two knives, snugly hidden. I stood behind them close.
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  Speaker 8: They kissed while I to eye was speaking. I aimed
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  Speaker 8: my steels and neither missed the heart. I scent it, seeking.
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  Speaker 8: There were two death shrieks mingled, so it seemed like
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  Speaker 8: one voice crying. I laughed. It was such bliss, you know,
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  Speaker 8: to hear and see them dying. I laughed and shouted
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  Speaker 8: while I stood above the lovers, gazing upon the trickling
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  Speaker 8: rills of blood and frightened eyes, fast glazing. It was
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  Speaker 8: such joy to see the rose fade from her cheek forever,
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  Speaker 8: To know the lips he kissed so close could answer never,
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  Speaker 8: never to see his arm grow stark and cold, and
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  Speaker 8: know it could not hold her, To know that while
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  Speaker 8: the world grew old, his eyes could not behold her.
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  Speaker 8: A crowd of people thronged about, brought thither by my laughter.
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  Speaker 8: I gave one last triumphant shout. Then darkness followed. After
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  Speaker 8: that was a thousand years ago each hour I lived
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  Speaker 8: over for there, just out of reach. You know, she
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  Speaker 8: lies with earle, my lover. They lie there staring, staring,
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  Speaker 8: so with grace glazed eyes to taunt me. Will no
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  Speaker 8: one buried them down low where they shall cease to
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  Speaker 8: haunt me? He kissed her lips, not mine. The flowers
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  Speaker 8: and vines hung all about them. Sometimes I sit and
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  Speaker 8: laugh for hours to think just how I found them.
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  Speaker 8: And then I sometimes stand and shriek in agony of terror.
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  Speaker 8: I see the red warm in her cheek, then laugh
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  Speaker 8: loud at my error. My cheek was all too pale,
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  Speaker 8: he thought, he deemed hers far the brightest. Huh, but
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  Speaker 8: my dagger touched a spot that made her face the whitest.
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  Speaker 8: But oh, the days seem very long without my earl,
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  Speaker 8: my lover. And something in my head seems wrong the
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  Speaker 8: more I think it over. Ah, Look, she is not dead.
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  Speaker 8: Look there, she's standing close beside me. Her eyes are open.
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  Speaker 8: How they stare? Oh, hide me, hide me, Hide me?
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  Speaker 8: And of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: What is flirtation? By Ella Wheeler Wilcox readfour LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 6: org by Tommy her Son, Carlsbad, California. What is flirtation? Really?
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  Speaker 6: How can I tell you that? But when she smiles,
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  Speaker 6: I see it's wiles. And when he lifts his hat.
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  Speaker 6: 'tis walking in the moonlight? Tis buttoning on a glove,
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  Speaker 6: his lips that speak of plays next week? While eyes
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  Speaker 6: are talking love, just meeting in the ballroom, tis whirling
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  Speaker 6: in the dance, Tis something hid beneath the lid more
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  Speaker 6: than a simple glance. Tis lingering in the hallway, to
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  Speaker 6: sitting on the stair, tis bearded lips and fingertips. If
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  Speaker 6: Mama isn't there? Just tucking in the carriage, tis asking
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  Speaker 6: for a call? Tis long good nights in tender lights,
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  Speaker 6: And that is no not all' tis party when it's over,
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  Speaker 6: and one goes home to sleep. Best joys must end
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  Speaker 6: trellaw my friend, But one goes home to weep. End
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  Speaker 6: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: How does Love Speak? By Ella Willer Wilcox read for
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot org by Larry Wilson. How does love speak
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  Speaker 1: in the faint flush upon the telltale cheek, and in
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  Speaker 1: the pallor that succeeds it, by the quivering lid of
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  Speaker 1: an averted eye, the smile that proves the parent.
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  Speaker 5: Of a sigh?
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  Speaker 1: Thus doth love speak? How does love speak? By the
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  Speaker 1: uneven heart throbs and the freak of bounding pulses that
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  Speaker 1: stand still and ache, while new emotions, like strange barges
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  Speaker 1: make along vein channels. Their disturbing course still is the dawn,
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  Speaker 1: and with a dawn swift force. Thus doth love speak?
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  Speaker 1: How does love speak in the avoidance of that which
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  Speaker 1: we seek? The sudden silence and reserve when near the
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  Speaker 1: eye that glistens with an unshd tear, the joy that
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  Speaker 1: seems the counterpart of fear, As the alarmed heart leaps
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  Speaker 1: in the breast and knows and names and greets its
• 1:47:33
  Speaker 1: godlike guest. Thus doth love speak? How does love speak
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  Speaker 1: in the proud spirits suddenly grown meek, the haughty heart
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  Speaker 1: grown humble, in the tender and unnamed light that floods
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  Speaker 1: the world with splendor, in the resemblance which the fond
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  Speaker 1: eyes trace in all fair things to one beloved face,
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  Speaker 1: in the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble,
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  Speaker 1: in looks and lips that can no more dissemble, Thus
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  Speaker 1: doth love speak? How does love speak? In wild words
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  Speaker 1: that uttered seem so weak they shriek ashamed to silence.
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  Speaker 1: In the fire, glance strikes with glance, swift, flashing high
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  Speaker 1: and higher, like lightnings that precede the mighty storm. In
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  Speaker 1: the deep soulful stillness, in the warm and passioned tide
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  Speaker 1: that sweeps through throbbing veins. Between the shores are keen
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  Speaker 1: delights and pains, in the embrace, where madness melts in bliss,
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  Speaker 1: and in the convulsive rapture of a kiss. Thus doth
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  Speaker 1: love speak? In the poem this Recordingness in the public Domain.
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  Speaker 1: As You Go through Life by Ella will Wilcox read
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  Speaker 1: for LibriVox dot Org by Larry Wilson. Don't look for
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  Speaker 1: the flaws as you go through life, And even when
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  Speaker 1: you find them, it is wise and kind to be
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  Speaker 1: somewhat blind and look for the virtue behind them. For
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  Speaker 1: the cloudiest night has a hint of light somewhere in
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  Speaker 1: its shadows hiding. It is better by far to hunt
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  Speaker 1: for a star than the spots on the sun. Abiding,
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  Speaker 1: the current of life runs ever away to the bosom
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  Speaker 1: of God's great ocean. Don't set your force against the
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  Speaker 1: river's course and think to alter its motion. Don't waste
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  Speaker 1: a curse on the universe. Remember it lived before you.
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  Speaker 1: Don't butt at the storm with your puniform, but bendon
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  Speaker 1: let it go o'er you. The world will never adjust
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  Speaker 1: itself to suit your whims to the letter. Some things
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  Speaker 1: must go wrong your whole life long, and the sooner
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  Speaker 1: you know, the better. It is folly to fight with
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  Speaker 1: the infinite and go under at last. In the Wrestle,
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  Speaker 1: the wiser man shapes into God's plan, as water shapes
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  Speaker 1: into a vessel.
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  Speaker 7: In the Boem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 14: Memory's River by Ella Wheeler Wilcox read for LibriVox dot org.
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  Speaker 14: Buy Tina in nature's bright blossoms not always reposes that strange,
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  Speaker 14: subtle essence more rare than their bloom, which lies in
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  Speaker 14: the hearts of carnations and roses, that unexplained something by
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  Speaker 14: men called perfume. Though modest the flower, yet great is
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  Speaker 14: its power and pregnant with meaning each pistol and leaf.
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  Speaker 14: If only it hides there, if only abides there, the
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  Speaker 14: fragrance suggestive of love, joy, and grief. Not always the
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  Speaker 14: air that a master composes can stir human heart strings
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  Speaker 14: of pleasure or pain, but strange, subtle chords like the
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  Speaker 14: scent of the roses, breathe out of some measures, though simple,
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  Speaker 14: the strain and lo When you hear them, you love
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  Speaker 14: them and fear them. You tremble with anguish, you thrill
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  Speaker 14: with delight. For back of them slumber old dreams without number,
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  Speaker 14: and faces long vanish to peer out into sight. Those dear,
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  Speaker 14: foolish days when the earth seemed all beauty before you
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  Speaker 14: had knowledge enough to be sad, when youth held no
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  Speaker 14: higher ideal of duty than just to lilt on through
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  Speaker 14: the world and be glad on Harmony's river, They seemed
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  Speaker 14: to float hither with all the sweet fancies that hung
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  Speaker 14: round that time. Life's burdens and troubles turn into air
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  Speaker 14: bubbles and break on the music's swift current of rhyme.
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  Speaker 14: Fair Folly comes back with her spell while you listen,
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  Speaker 14: and points to the paths where she led you of old.
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  Speaker 14: You gaze on past sunsets, you see dead stars glisten.
• 1:52:08
  Speaker 14: You bathe in life's glory, you swoon in death's cold.
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  Speaker 14: All pains and all pleasures surge up through these measures.
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  Speaker 14: Your heart is wrenched open with earthquakes of sound from
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  Speaker 14: ashes and embers rise June's and decembers, lost islands and
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  Speaker 14: fathoms of feeling re found. Some airs are like outlets
• 1:52:30
  Speaker 14: of memory's oceans. They rise in the past and flow
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  Speaker 14: into the heart, and down them float shipwrecks of mighty emotions,
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  Speaker 14: all sea soaked and storm tossed and drifting apart. Their
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  Speaker 14: fair timbers, battered, their lordly sails, tattered, their skeleton crew
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  Speaker 14: of dead days on their decks. Then a crash of chords, blending,
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  Speaker 14: a crisis, an ending. The music is over and vanished,
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  Speaker 14: the wrecks.
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  Speaker 5: Of poem.
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  Speaker 14: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 9: The Lady and the Game by Ellow Wheeler Wilcox, read
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  Speaker 9: for LibriVox dot Org by Michel Frye Vetenrouge, Louisiana in
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  Speaker 9: June two thousand twenty. So thou hast art good, Dame,
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  Speaker 9: thou swearest to keep times perishing touch at bay from
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  Speaker 9: the roseate splendor of the cheek so tender, and the
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  Speaker 9: silver threads from the gold away, and the telltale years
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  Speaker 9: that have hurried by us shall tiptoe back, and with
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  Speaker 9: kind good will they shall take their traces from off
• 1:53:44
  Speaker 9: our faces. If we will trust to thy magic skill,
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  Speaker 9: thou speakest fairly. But if I listen and buy thy
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  Speaker 9: secret and prove its truth, hast thou the potion and
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  Speaker 9: magic lotion to give me also the heart of youth,
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  Speaker 9: with the cheek of rose, and the eye of beauty,
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  Speaker 9: and the lustrous locks of life's lost prime. Wilt thou
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  Speaker 9: bring thronging each hope and longing that made the glory
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  Speaker 9: of that dead time. When the sap in the trees sets,
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  Speaker 9: young buds bursting, and the song of the birds fills
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  Speaker 9: the air like spray, will rivers of feeling come once more,
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  Speaker 9: stealing from the beautiful hills of the far away. Wilt
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  Speaker 9: thou demolish the tower of reason and fling forever down
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  Speaker 9: into the dust the caution time brought me, the lessons
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  Speaker 9: life taught me, and put in their places my old
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  Speaker 9: sweet trust. If Time's footprint from my brow is driven,
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  Speaker 9: canst thou too, take with thy subtle powers the burden
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  Speaker 9: of thinking, and let me go drinking the careless pleasures
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  Speaker 9: of youth's bright hours. If silver threads from my trusses vanished,
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  Speaker 9: if a glow once more in my pale cheek gleams,
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  Speaker 9: wilt thou slay duty and give back the beauty of
• 1:55:10
  Speaker 9: days untroubled by aught but dreams. When the soft fair
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  Speaker 9: arms of the siren summer encircle the earth in their
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  Speaker 9: languorous fold, will vast, deep oceans of sweet emotions surge
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  Speaker 9: through my veins as they surged of old. Canst thou
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  Speaker 9: bring back from a day long vanished the leaping pulse
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  Speaker 9: and the boundless aim. I will pay thee double for
• 1:55:38
  Speaker 9: all thy trouble if thou wilt restore all these good dame.
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  Speaker 9: End of poem. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: A Married Coquette by Ella Wheeler Wilcox read Felibrivox dot LG.
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  Speaker 4: Julian Prattley. Sit still, I say, and dispense with heroics.
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  Speaker 4: I hurt your wrists, well you have hurt me. It
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  Speaker 4: is time you found out that not all men are
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  Speaker 4: stoics nor toys to be used as your mood may be.
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  Speaker 4: I will not let go of your hands, nor leave
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  Speaker 4: you until I have spoken. No man, you say, dared
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  Speaker 4: ever so treat you before I believe you, for you
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  Speaker 4: have dealt only with boys till to day. You women
• 1:56:26
  Speaker 4: lay stress on your fine perception. Your intuitions are prated about.
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  Speaker 4: You claim an occult sort of conception of matters which
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  Speaker 4: men must reason out. So, then, of course, when you
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  Speaker 4: asked me kindly to call again soon, you ret my heart,
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  Speaker 4: I cannot believe you are acting blindly. You saw my
• 1:56:43
  Speaker 4: passion for you from the start. You are one of
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  Speaker 4: those women who charm without trying. The clay you are
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  Speaker 4: made of is magnetore, and I am the steel. Yet
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  Speaker 4: there's no denying. You led me to loving you more
• 1:56:55
  Speaker 4: and more. You are fanning a flame that may burn
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  Speaker 4: too brightly off, easily kindled, but hard to put out.
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  Speaker 4: I am not a man to be played with lightly,
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  Speaker 4: to come at a gesture and go at a pout
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  Speaker 4: a brute. You call me a creature in human You say,
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  Speaker 4: I insult you and bid me go. And you, oh,
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  Speaker 4: you are a saintly woman with thoughts as pure as
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  Speaker 4: the drifted snow. Pah You are but one of a
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  Speaker 4: thousand beauties who think they are living exemplary lives. They
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  Speaker 4: break no commandments and do all their duties as Christian
• 1:57:27
  Speaker 4: women and spotless wives, but with drooping of lids and
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  Speaker 4: lifting of faces, and bearing of shoulders and well timed sighs,
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  Speaker 4: and the devil knows what are the subtle graces? You
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  Speaker 4: are mental wantons who sin with the eyes. You luw
• 1:57:42
  Speaker 4: a love to wake, yet bid it keep under you.
• 1:57:45
  Speaker 4: Tempt us to fall, but bid reason control, And then
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  Speaker 4: you are full of an outraged wonder when we get
• 1:57:51
  Speaker 4: to wanting you body and soul. Why look at yourself.
• 1:57:55
  Speaker 4: You are no stranger to the fact that my heart
• 1:57:57
  Speaker 4: was already on fire when you asked me to call.
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  Speaker 6: You knew my danger.
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  Speaker 4: Yet here you are dressed in the gown I admire,
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  Speaker 4: For half of the evil on earth is invented by vain,
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  Speaker 4: pretty women with nothing to do but to keep themselves manicured,
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  Speaker 4: powdered and scented, and seek for sensations amusing and new.
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  Speaker 4: But when I play at love at a lady's commanding,
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  Speaker 4: I always am certain to win one game. So there, there, there,
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  Speaker 4: I will leave my branding on the lips that are free.
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  Speaker 4: Now to cry a shame, shame you hate me? Quite
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  Speaker 4: likely it does not surprise me. Brute force, I confess it.
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  Speaker 4: But still you are kissed. And one thing is certain.
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  Speaker 4: You cannot despise me for having been played with, controlled
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  Speaker 4: and dismissed. And the next time you see that a
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  Speaker 4: man is attracted by their beauty and graces that are
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  Speaker 4: not for him, don't lead him on to be half distracted.
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  Speaker 4: Keep out of deep waters, although you can swim, For
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  Speaker 4: when he is caught in the whirlpool of passion, where
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  Speaker 4: many bold swimmers are seen to drown, a man will
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  Speaker 4: reach out, and in desperate fashion, will drag whoever is
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  Speaker 4: nearest him down. Though the thing of his heart may
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  Speaker 4: be wrenched and driven by a maiden coquette who has
• 1:59:03
  Speaker 4: led him along. She can be pardon, excused, and forgiven
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  Speaker 4: for innocence, blindfolded walks into wrong. But she who has
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  Speaker 4: willingly taken the fetter that cupid forges at hyman's command, well,
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  Speaker 4: she is the woman who ought to know better. She
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  Speaker 4: needs no mercy at any man's hand. In the game
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  Speaker 4: of hearts. Though a woman be winner, the odds are
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  Speaker 4: ever against her. You know the world is ready to
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  Speaker 4: call her a sinner, and man is ready to make
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  Speaker 4: her so. Shame is likely, and sorrow is certain, and
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  Speaker 4: the man has the best of it. And as it
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  Speaker 4: may so, Now my lady will drop the curtain and
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  Speaker 4: put out the lights. We are through with our play.
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  Speaker 4: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 11: A plea by ever Weira Wilcox read Forlibrevox dot Org
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  Speaker 11: by Allan Maapstone, Columbia, large hearted and tender, too long
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  Speaker 11: for the good of your kin. You have shared your homes,
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  Speaker 11: comfort and splendor with all who have asked to come
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  Speaker 11: in the smile of your true eyes has lighted the
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  Speaker 11: way to your wide open door. You have held out
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  Speaker 11: four hands and invited the beggar to take from your store.
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  Speaker 11: Your overrun proud sister nations whose offspring you help them
• 2:00:31
  Speaker 11: to keep, are sending their poorest relations, their unruly, vicious
• 2:00:36
  Speaker 11: black sheep, unwashed and unlettered. You take them, and lo,
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  Speaker 11: we are pushed from your knee. We are governed by
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  Speaker 11: laws as they make them. We are slaves in the
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  Speaker 11: land of the Free. Columbia. You know the devotion of
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  Speaker 11: those who have sprung from your soil shall aliens borne
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  Speaker 11: over the ocean dispute us the fruits of our toil.
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  Speaker 11: Most noble and gracious of mothers, your children, rise up
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  Speaker 11: and demand that you bring us no more foster brothers
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  Speaker 11: to breed discontent in the land. Be prudent before you,
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  Speaker 11: as zealous, not generous only.
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  Speaker 6: But just.
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  Speaker 11: Our hearts are grown wrathful and jealous toward those who
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  Speaker 11: have outraged your trust. They jostle and crowd in our places.
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  Speaker 11: They sneer at the comforts you gave. We say, shut
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  Speaker 11: the door in their faces until they have learned to behave.
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  Speaker 11: In hearts that are greedy and hateful, they harbor ill
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  Speaker 11: will and deceit. They ask for more favors, ungrateful for
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  Speaker 11: those you have poured at their feet, Rise up in
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  Speaker 11: your grandeur and straight way. Bar out the bold clamoring mass.
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  Speaker 11: Let sentinels stand at your gateway to see who is
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  Speaker 11: worthy to pass. Give first to your own faithful toilers
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  Speaker 11: the freedom our birthright should claim, and take from these
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  Speaker 11: ruthless despoilers the power which they use to our shame. Columbia,
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  Speaker 11: too long you have dallied with foes whom you feed
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  Speaker 11: from your store. It is time that your wardens were
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  Speaker 11: rallied and stationed outside the locked door.
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  Speaker 7: End of poem.
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  Speaker 11: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 14: The Summer Girl by Ella Wheeler Wilcox read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 14: dot Org by Tina. She's the jauntiest of creatures. She's
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  Speaker 14: the daintiest of missus, with her pretty patent leathers or
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  Speaker 14: her alligator ties, with her eyes inviting glances and her
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  Speaker 14: lips inviting kisses as she wanders by the ocean, where
• 2:03:02
  Speaker 14: strolls under country skies. She's a captivating dresser, and her
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  Speaker 14: parasols are stunning. Her fads will take your breath away.
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  Speaker 14: Her hats are dreams of style. She is not so
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  Speaker 14: very bookish, but with a ray bartet and punning she
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  Speaker 14: can set the savants laughing and make even Dudlett smile.
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  Speaker 14: She has no attacks of talent. She is not a
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  Speaker 14: stage struck maiden. She is wholly free from hobbies, and
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  Speaker 14: she dreams of no career. She is mostly gay and happy,
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  Speaker 14: never sad or carebuladen, though she sometimes sighs a little
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  Speaker 14: if a gentleman is near. She's a sturdy little walker,
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  Speaker 14: and she braves all kinds of weather, and when the
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  Speaker 14: rain or fog or mist, drive, rival crimps erect. Her
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  Speaker 14: fluffy hair goes curling like a kinked up ostrich feather
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  Speaker 14: around her ears and forehead, and the white nape of
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  Speaker 14: her neck. She is like a fish in water. She
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  Speaker 14: can handle rains and racket from head to toe and fingertip.
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  Speaker 14: She's thoroughly alive when she goes promenading in a most
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  Speaker 14: distracting jacket. The rustle round her feet suggests how laundresses
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  Speaker 14: may thrive. She can dare the wind and sunshine in
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  Speaker 14: the most bravado manner, and after hours of sailing she
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  Speaker 14: has merely cheeks of rose. Old soul himself seems smitten
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  Speaker 14: and at most will only tan her, though to everybody
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  Speaker 14: else he gives a danger signal nose. She's a trifle sentimental,
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  Speaker 14: and she's fond of admiration, and she sometimes flirts a
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  Speaker 14: little in the season's giddy whirl. But win her if
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  Speaker 14: you can, sir, she may prove your life's salvation for
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  Speaker 14: an angel masquerading oft Is she the summer girl? End
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  Speaker 14: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 11: The Beautiful Blue Danube by Ella Weiler Wilcox, redfilipribox dot
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  Speaker 11: Org by allammapstone. There he drift down the hall together
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  Speaker 11: he smiles in her lifted eyes. Like waves of that
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  Speaker 11: mighty river, the strains of the Danube brizes. They float
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  Speaker 11: on its rhythmic measure, like leaves on a summer stream.
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  Speaker 11: And here, in this scene of pleasure, I bury my
• 2:05:38
  Speaker 11: sweet dead dream through the cloud of her dusky tresses,
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  Speaker 11: like a star shines out her face. And the form
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  Speaker 11: his strong arm presses is sylph like in its grace,
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  Speaker 11: as a leaf on the bounding river is lost on
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  Speaker 11: the seeding sea. I know that forever and ever my
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  Speaker 11: dream is lost to me. And still the vials are
• 2:06:21
  Speaker 11: playing that grand old word less rhyme, and still those
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  Speaker 11: two are swaying in perfect tune and time. If the
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  Speaker 11: great pursoons that mutter, if the clarionets that blow were
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  Speaker 11: given a voice to utter the sea secret things they know,
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  Speaker 11: would the lists of the slain whose slumber on the
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  Speaker 11: Danube's battle lames The unknown hosts have number who dine
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  Speaker 11: eat the Danube strains. Those four wa cans rattle mid
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  Speaker 11: the rain of shot and shell, But these, in a
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  Speaker 11: fiercer battle, find death in the music swell with the
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  Speaker 11: river's roar of passion is blended, the dying grown. But
• 2:07:36
  Speaker 11: here in the halls of fashion, hearts break can make
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  Speaker 11: no moan, and the music, swelling and sweeping like the river,
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  Speaker 11: nose it all. But none are counting or keeping the
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  Speaker 11: lis of those who fall. End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 11: is in the public domain.
• 2:08:15
  Speaker 5: The Birth of the Opal by Ellow Wheeler Wilcox read
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  Speaker 5: for Librevox dot Org by Jenbroda. The sunbeam loved the
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  Speaker 5: moonbeam and followed her low and high. But the moonbeam
• 2:08:29
  Speaker 5: fled and hid her head. She was so shy, so shy.
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  Speaker 5: The sunbeam wooed with passion. Ah, he was a lover, bold,
• 2:08:39
  Speaker 5: and his heart was afire with mad desire for the moonbeam.
• 2:08:43
  Speaker 5: Pale and cold, she fled like a dream before him.
• 2:08:48
  Speaker 5: Her hair was a shining sheen, and oh, that fate
• 2:08:52
  Speaker 5: would annihilate the space that lay between. Just as the
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  Speaker 5: day lay panting in the arms of the twilight dim
• 2:09:01
  Speaker 5: the sunbeam caught the one he sought and drew her
• 2:09:05
  Speaker 5: close to him. But out of his warm arms, startled
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  Speaker 5: and stirred by love's first shock, she sprang afraid like
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  Speaker 5: a trembling maid, and hid in the niche of a rock,
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  Speaker 5: and the sunbeam followed and found her, and led her
• 2:09:22
  Speaker 5: to love's own feast. And they were wed on that
• 2:09:26
  Speaker 5: rocky bed, and the dying day was their priest. And Lo,
• 2:09:31
  Speaker 5: the beautiful opal, that rare and wondrous gem, where the
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  Speaker 5: moon and the sun blend into one, is the child
• 2:09:40
  Speaker 5: that was born to them. End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 5: is in the public domain.
• 2:09:53
  Speaker 11: Sounds from the baseball field by Yellow Weider Wilcox Red
• 2:09:59
  Speaker 11: for Org by Alan Mapstone. Batter at the home plate.
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  Speaker 11: That was nobody done, Try and get the first base
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  Speaker 11: run run run arethirshots dot will you miss? Hear the
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  Speaker 11: people cheer and hiss. Hear them yell and shout, twinkling
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  Speaker 11: legs and flying feet. Oh, I wonder who we'll beat? Faster,
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  Speaker 11: faster out, umpire, umpire, go along. That was wrong, sir,
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  Speaker 11: that was wrong. Pitcher pishes four balls. Take your base,
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  Speaker 11: my man toward the second. Now he crawls, steal it
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  Speaker 11: if you can. Oh, the ball has gone so high.
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  Speaker 11: Can they catch it on the fly? Oh, there is
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  Speaker 11: no doubt he will get his third. I vow sure
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  Speaker 11: the ball has got them out. Two men out, Umpire, Umpire,
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  Speaker 11: that was wrong. Go along, sir, go along. One man
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  Speaker 11: on the first base, not a single run. Boys warming
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  Speaker 11: too the race now look out for fun. Pictures are
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  Speaker 11: maybe as tired batter sudden seems inspired, grounds the ball
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  Speaker 11: to win. Run their run there, run your best. I
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  Speaker 11: am screaming with the rest. Two men in, Umpire, Umpire,
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  Speaker 11: go away, dead wrong, dead wrong, sir, I say, what's
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  Speaker 11: the matter now, pray, taking breath. That's all, but the
• 2:11:25
  Speaker 11: restless people say, play ball, play ball, one ball, two
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  Speaker 11: stretch two balls out. Umpire calls the people, how what
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  Speaker 11: is he about? Run and run, run, run and run.
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  Speaker 11: Half the earnings now is done. Three men out, Umpire, umpire,
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  Speaker 11: go along. You are always always wrong. End of poem.
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  Speaker 11: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: A Waltz quadrill by Ellow Wheeler Wilcox, read for librevox
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  Speaker 5: dot Org by Jen Broda. The band was playing a
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  Speaker 5: waltz quadrille. I felt as light as a wind blown
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  Speaker 5: feather as we floated away at the caller's will. Through
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  Speaker 5: the intricate mazy danced together like mimic armies. Our lines
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  Speaker 5: were meeting, slowly, advancing, and then retreating, all decked in
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  Speaker 5: their bright array. And back and forth to the music's rhyme.
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  Speaker 5: We moved together, and all the time I knew you
• 2:12:38
  Speaker 5: were going away. The fold of your strong arm sent
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  Speaker 5: a thrill from heart to brain as we gently glided
• 2:12:46
  Speaker 5: like leaves on the wave of that waltz quadrille, parted,
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  Speaker 5: met and again divided, you drifting one way and I another,
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  Speaker 5: then suddenly turning and facing each other, then off in
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  Speaker 5: the blithe chasset, then airily back to our places, swaying,
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  Speaker 5: while every beat of the music seemed saying that you
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  Speaker 5: were going away. I said to my heart, let us
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  Speaker 5: take our fill of mirth and music and love and laughter,
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  Speaker 5: for it all must end with this waltz quadrill, and
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  Speaker 5: life will be never the same life after. Oh that
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  Speaker 5: the caller might go on calling, Oh that the music
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  Speaker 5: might go on falling like a shower of silver spray,
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  Speaker 5: while we whirled on to the vast forever, where no
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  Speaker 5: heart breaks and no ties sever and no one goes
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  Speaker 5: away a clamor a crash, And the band was still
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  Speaker 5: twas the end of the dream and the end of
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  Speaker 5: the measure. The last low notes of that waltz quadrill
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  Speaker 5: seemed like a dirge or the death of pleasure. You
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  Speaker 5: said good night, and the spell was over, too warm
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  Speaker 5: for a friend and too cold for a lover. There
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  Speaker 5: was nothing else to say. But the lights looked dim,
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  Speaker 5: and the dancers weary, and the music was sad, and
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  Speaker 5: the hall was dreary. After you went away. End of poem.
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  Speaker 5: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 8: Answered by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, read for LibriVox dot Org. Goodbye, Yes,
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  Speaker 8: I am going sudden. Well, you are right, but a
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  Speaker 8: startling truth came home to me with sudden force last night.
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  Speaker 6: What is it?
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  Speaker 8: Shall I tell you?
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  Speaker 3: Nay?
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  Speaker 8: That is why I go. I am running away from
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  Speaker 8: the battlefield, turning my back on the foe riddles. You
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  Speaker 8: think me cruel? Have you not been most kind? Why
• 2:15:20
  Speaker 8: when you question me like that? What answer can I find?
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  Speaker 3: You?
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  Speaker 8: Fear you failed to amuse me, your husband's friend and
• 2:15:31
  Speaker 8: guest whom he bade you entertain and please, Well you
• 2:15:38
  Speaker 8: have done your best? Then why am I going? Listen?
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  Speaker 8: A friend of mine abroad whose theories I have been
• 2:15:49
  Speaker 8: acting upon, has proven himself a fraud. You have heard
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  Speaker 8: me quote from Plato a thousand times no doubt. Well,
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  Speaker 8: I have discovered he did not know what he was
• 2:16:05
  Speaker 8: talking about. You think I am speaking strangely. You cannot understand. Well,
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  Speaker 8: let me look down into your eyes and let me
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  Speaker 8: hold your hand. I am running away from danger. I
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  Speaker 8: am flying before I fall. I am going because with
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  Speaker 8: heart and soul I love you.
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  Speaker 3: That is all there.
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  Speaker 8: Now you are white with anger. I knew it would be.
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  Speaker 8: So you should not question a man too close when
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  Speaker 8: he tells you he must go. And of poem. This
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  Speaker 8: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 11: The sign board by Ella Wheeler Wilcox read forlibrivox dot
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  Speaker 11: Org by Allan Maapstone. I will paint you a sign,
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  Speaker 11: rum cellar, and hang it above your door, a truer
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  Speaker 11: and better sign board than ever you had before. I
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  Speaker 11: will paint with the skill of a master, and many
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  Speaker 11: shall pause to see this wonderful piece of painting. So
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  Speaker 11: like the reality, I will paint yourself, Rumsellar. As you
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  Speaker 11: wait for that fair young boy, just in the morning
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  Speaker 11: of manhood, a mother's pride and joy. He has no
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  Speaker 11: thought of stopping, but you greet him with a smile,
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  Speaker 11: and you seem so blithe and friendly that he pauses
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  Speaker 11: to chat. Awhile I will paint you again, rum Sellar,
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  Speaker 11: I will paint you as you stand with a foaming
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  Speaker 11: glass mass of liquor extended in your hand. He wavers,
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  Speaker 11: but you urge him drink, pledge me, just this one.
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  Speaker 11: And he takes the glass and drains it. And the
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  Speaker 11: hellish work is done. And next I will paint a drunkard.
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  Speaker 11: Only a year has flown, But into that loathsome creature,
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  Speaker 11: the fair young boy has grown. The work was sure
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  Speaker 11: and rapid. I will paint him as he lies in
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  Speaker 11: a torpid, drunken slumber under the wintery skies. I will
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  Speaker 11: paint the form of the mother as she kneels at
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  Speaker 11: her darling side, her beautiful boy that was dearer than
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  Speaker 11: all the world beside. I will paint the shape of
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  Speaker 11: a coffin, labeled with one word lost. I will paint
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  Speaker 11: all this rum cellar, and will paint it free of cost.
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  Speaker 11: The sin and the shame and the sorrow, the crime,
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  Speaker 11: and the want and the woe that are born there
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  Speaker 11: in your workshop. No hand can paint you, know, But
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  Speaker 11: I'll paint you a sign rum seller. And many shall
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  Speaker 11: puuse to view this wonderful swinging signboard, so terribly fearfully true.
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  Speaker 11: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: About May by Ella Willer Wilcox read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 1: Org by Larry Wilson. One night, Nurse Sleep held out
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  Speaker 1: her hand to tired little May. Come go with me
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  Speaker 1: to Wonderland. She said, I know the way, just rock
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  Speaker 1: a by hum um um Hello. We come to the
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  Speaker 1: place where the dream girls play. But not in May.
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  Speaker 6: She wriggled A away.
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  Speaker 1: From Sleep's soft arms and said, I must stay awake
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  Speaker 1: till I eat my cake, and then I will go
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  Speaker 1: to bed with a bi Low. Away I will go,
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  Speaker 1: But the good nurse shook her head. She shook her
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  Speaker 1: head and away she sped while May sat munching her crumb.
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  Speaker 1: But after the cake there came an ache. Though May cried, come, Sleep, Come,
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  Speaker 1: and it's oh my, let us buy Low bye, all
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  Speaker 1: save the echoes were dumb. She ran after Sleep toward Wonderland,
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  Speaker 1: ran till the morning light, and just as she caught
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  Speaker 1: her and grasped her hand, a nightmare gave her a fright.
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  Speaker 1: And it's by Low. I hope she'll know better another night.
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  Speaker 1: In a poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: The Giddy Girl by Ellow Wheeler Wilcox read for Librevox
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  Speaker 5: dot Org by Jan Broda. The giddy young maiden with
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  Speaker 5: nimble feet, high ho alac and alas declared she would
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  Speaker 5: far rather dance than eat. And the truth of it
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  Speaker 5: came to pass, for she danced all day, and she
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  Speaker 5: danced all night. She danced to the green earth faded white.
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  Speaker 5: She danced ten partners out of breath, and danced the
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  Speaker 5: eleventh one quite to death. And still she ridoed up
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  Speaker 5: and down, the giddiest girl in town with one two three,
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  Speaker 5: one two three, one two three, kick, chasse, back, shause back,
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  Speaker 5: whirlow round quick. The name of this damsel ended with
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  Speaker 5: e high ho alac and a day, and she was
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  Speaker 5: as fair as a maiden need be, till she danced
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  Speaker 5: her beauty away. She danced her big toes out of joint,
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  Speaker 5: She danced her other toes all to a point. She
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  Speaker 5: danced out slipper and boot and shoe. She danced till
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  Speaker 5: the bones of her feet came through, And still she
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  Speaker 5: read away, waltzt and whirled the giddiest girl in the
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  Speaker 5: world with one two three, one two three one two three, kick,
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  Speaker 5: shall say back, shall say back, Whirl around quick Now
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  Speaker 5: the end of my story is sad to relate high
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  Speaker 5: hoe and away we go, for this beautiful maiden's final
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  Speaker 5: fate is shrouded in gloom and woe. She danced herself
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  Speaker 5: into a patent top. She whirled and whirled till she
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  Speaker 5: could not stop. She danced and bounced and sprang so
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  Speaker 5: far that she struck at last on a pointed star.
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  Speaker 5: And there she must dance till the judgment day, and
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  Speaker 5: after it too, for she danced away her soul. You see,
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  Speaker 5: so she has no place anywhere out of space with
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  Speaker 5: her one two three one two three one two three
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  Speaker 5: kick Shah, say back, Shah, say back, Whirl around quick
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  Speaker 5: and of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Del and I by Ella Wheelah Wilcox readfilibrivox dot org
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  Speaker 4: by Julian Prattley. In a mansion grand just over the
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  Speaker 4: way lives Bonnie, beautiful Dell. You may have heard of
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  Speaker 4: this lady gay, for she is a famous bell. I
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  Speaker 4: live in a low curt opposite. You never have heard
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  Speaker 4: of me. For when the lady moon shines bright, who
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  Speaker 4: would a pale star see? But ah well, ah well,
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  Speaker 4: I am happier far than Dell, as strange as that
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  Speaker 4: may be. Dell has robes of the richest kind, pinks
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  Speaker 4: and purples and blues, And she worries her maid and
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  Speaker 4: frets her mind to know which one to choose. Which
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  Speaker 4: shall it be, now, silk or lace? In which will
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  Speaker 4: I be most fair? She stands by the mirror with
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  Speaker 4: anxious face, and her maid looks on in despair. Ah well,
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  Speaker 4: ah well, I am not worried, you see, like Dell,
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  Speaker 4: for I have but one to wear. Dell has lovers
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  Speaker 4: of every grade, of every age and style. Suitors flutter
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  Speaker 4: about the maid and bask in her word and smile.
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  Speaker 4: She keeps them all with a coquette's art, as suits
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  Speaker 4: her mood or mirth, and vainly wonders if in one
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  Speaker 4: heart of all true love has birth. Ah well, ah well,
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  Speaker 4: I never question myself like Dell, for I know a
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  Speaker 4: true heart's worth. Pleasure to Dele seems stale and old.
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  Speaker 4: Often she sits and sighs. Life to me is a
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  Speaker 4: tale untold. Each day's a glad surprise. Dell will marry,
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  Speaker 4: of course, some day after her bellship is run, she
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  Speaker 4: will cavel the matter in worldly way and wed Dame
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  Speaker 4: Fortune son, but ah well, sweet to tell I shall
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  Speaker 4: not dally and choose like del for I love and
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  Speaker 4: I'm loved by one end of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 4: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 11: Vanity Fair by Ellow Wheeler Wilcox Readflibrevox dot org I
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  Speaker 11: our mapstone In Vanity Fair. As we bow and smile,
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  Speaker 11: as we talk of the opera after the weather, as
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  Speaker 11: we chat of fashion and fad and style, we know
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  Speaker 11: we are playing a part together. You know that the
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  Speaker 11: mirth she wears she borrowed. She knows you laugh but
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  Speaker 11: to hide your sorrows. We know that under the silks
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  Speaker 11: and laces and back of beautiful beaming faces lies secret
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  Speaker 11: trouble and grim despair in Vanity Fair. In Vanity Fair,
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  Speaker 11: on dress parade, our colors look bright, and our swords
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  Speaker 11: are gleaming, but many are uniforms, worn and frayed. And
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  Speaker 11: most of the weapons, despite their seeming, are dull and
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  Speaker 11: blunted and badly battered. And close inspection will show how
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  Speaker 11: tattered and stained are the banners that float above us.
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  Speaker 11: Our comrades hate while they swear to love us, and
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  Speaker 11: robe like pleasure walks gaunt eyed care in Vanity Fair.
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  Speaker 11: In Vanity Fair. As we strive for place, as we
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  Speaker 11: rush and jostle and crowd and hurry, we know the
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  Speaker 11: gold is not worth the race. We know the prize
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  Speaker 11: is not worth the worry, that all our game means
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  Speaker 11: loss for another, That in fighting for self we wound
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  Speaker 11: each other. That the crown of success weighs hard and
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  Speaker 11: presses the brow of the victor with thorns, not caresses.
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  Speaker 11: That honors are empty and worthless to wear in Vanity Fair.
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  Speaker 11: But in Vanity Fair, as we pass so long, we
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  Speaker 11: meet strong hearts that are worth the knowing. Among poor
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  Speaker 11: paced jewels that deck the throng, we see a solitaire,
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  Speaker 11: sometimes glowing. We find grand souls under robes of fashion.
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  Speaker 11: Neat like demeanors hide strength and passion and fine fair
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  Speaker 11: honors and godlike resistance in halls of pleasure may have existence,
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  Speaker 11: And we find pure altars and shrines of prayer in
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  Speaker 11: Vanity Fair. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 11: public domain.
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  Speaker 13: A Girl's Autumn Reverie by Ella Wheeler Wilcox read for
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  Speaker 13: Libervox dot Org by Sarah Brown. We plucked a red rose,
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  Speaker 13: you and I all in the summer weather, sweet its perfume,
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  Speaker 13: and rare. It's bloom enjoyed by us together. The rose
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  Speaker 13: is dead, the summer fled, and bleak winds are complained.
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  Speaker 13: We dwell apart, but in each heart we find the
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  Speaker 13: thorn remaining. We sipped a sweet wine, you and I
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  Speaker 13: all in the summer weather, the beaded draft. We lightly
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  Speaker 13: quaffed and filled the glass together together watched its rosy
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  Speaker 13: glow and sow its bubbles glitter. Apart alone, we only
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  Speaker 13: know the lees are very bitter. We walked in sunshine,
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  Speaker 13: you and I all in the summer weather. The very
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  Speaker 13: night seemed noonday bright when we two were together. I
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  Speaker 13: wonder why, with our goodbye, or hill and veil and meadow,
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  Speaker 13: there fell such shade. Our paths seemed laid for evermore
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  Speaker 13: in shadow. We dreamed a sweet dream, you and I
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  Speaker 13: all in the summer weather, where rose and wine and
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  Speaker 13: warm sunshine were mingled in together. We dreamed that June
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  Speaker 13: was with us. Yet we woke to fine December. We
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  Speaker 13: dreamed that we two could forget. We woke, but two remember.
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  Speaker 13: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Geth semone by Ella Willer Wilcox read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 1: Org by Larry Wilson in Golden Youth, when seems the
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  Speaker 1: earth a summer land of singing birth, when souls are
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  Speaker 1: glad and hearts are light, and not a shadow lurks
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  Speaker 1: in sight. We do not know it, but there lies somewhere,
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  Speaker 1: veiled under evening skies, a garden all must sometimes see,
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  Speaker 1: the garden of Gethsemone. With joyous steps we go our ways.
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  Speaker 1: Love lends a halo to our days. Light sorrows sell
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  Speaker 1: like clouds afar. We laugh and say how strong we are.
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  Speaker 1: We hurry on and hurry and go close to the
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  Speaker 1: borderland of woe that waits for you, and waits for
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  Speaker 1: me forever waits Gisemone. Down shadowy lanes, across strange streams,
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  Speaker 1: ridged over by our broken dreams, Behind the misty caps
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  Speaker 1: of years, beyond the great salt fount of tears, the
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  Speaker 1: garden lies. Strive as you may, you cannot miss it.
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  Speaker 1: In your way. All paths that have been or may
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  Speaker 1: be pass somewhere through Gussemone. All those who journey soon
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  Speaker 1: or late must pass within the garden's gate, must kneel
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  Speaker 1: alone in darkness there and battle with some fierce despair.
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  Speaker 1: God pity those who cannot say, not mine but thine,
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  Speaker 1: who only pray let this cup pass, and cannot see
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  Speaker 1: the purpose in gasemone in the poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 11: The Coming Man by Ellowheeler Wilcox read forliveryvox dot org
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  Speaker 11: by our mapstone. Oh, not for the great departed who
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  Speaker 11: formed our country's laws, and not for the bravest hearted
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  Speaker 11: who died in freedom's cause, And not for some living
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  Speaker 11: hero to whom all bend the knee, my muse would
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  Speaker 11: raise his song praise, but for the man to be.
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  Speaker 11: For out of the strife which woman is passing through
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  Speaker 11: to day, a man that is more than human shall
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  Speaker 11: yet be born, I say, a man in whose pure
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  Speaker 11: spirit no dross of self will lurk, A man who
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  Speaker 11: is strong to cope with wrong, a man who is
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  Speaker 11: proud to work, a man with hope undaunted. A man
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  Speaker 11: with godlike power shall come when he most is wanted,
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  Speaker 11: shall come at the needed hour. He shall silence the
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  Speaker 11: din and clamor of clan, disputing with clan, and toils
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  Speaker 11: long fight with purse. Proud might shall triumph through this man.
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  Speaker 11: I know he is coming, coming to help to guide
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  Speaker 11: to save. Though I hear no martial drumming, and I
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  Speaker 11: see no flags that wave, but the great salt travail
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  Speaker 11: of woman and the bold freethought unfurled are heralds that
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  Speaker 11: say he is on the way, the coming man of
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  Speaker 11: the world. More not for vanished ages with their great
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  Speaker 11: heroic men, who dwell in history's pages and live in
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  Speaker 11: the poet's pen. For the grandest times are before us,
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  Speaker 11: and the world is yet to see. The noblest worth
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  Speaker 11: of this old earth in the men that are to
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  Speaker 11: be and a poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 11: A Man's Repentance by Ellow Wheeler Wilcox, read for Liberyvox
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  Speaker 11: dot Org by Allan Mapstone, intended for recitation at Club
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  Speaker 11: Dinners tonight. When I came from the club at eleven
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  Speaker 11: under the gaslight, I saw a face, a woman's face,
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  Speaker 11: and I swear to Heaven it looked like the ghastly
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  Speaker 11: ghost of Grace, and Grace white. Grace was fair, and
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  Speaker 11: I tarried and loved her a season, as we men do.
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  Speaker 11: And then but sure, why of course she is married,
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  Speaker 11: has a husband, and doubtless a babe or two. She
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  Speaker 11: was perfectly calm on the day we parted, she spared
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  Speaker 11: me a scene to my great surprise. She wasn't the
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  Speaker 11: kind to be broken hearted, I remember, she said, with
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  Speaker 11: a spark in her eyes. I was tempted, I know,
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  Speaker 11: by her proud defiance to make good my promises there
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  Speaker 11: and then. But the world would have called it a misalliance.
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  Speaker 11: I dreaded the comments and sneers of men, so I
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  Speaker 11: left her to grieve for a faithless lover, and to
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  Speaker 11: hide her heart from the cold world's sight, as women
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  Speaker 11: do hide them the widerth over My God, was it
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  Speaker 11: grace that I saw to night? I thought of her marriage,
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  Speaker 11: and often with pity, a poor man's wife in some
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  Speaker 11: dull place. And now to know that she's here in
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  Speaker 11: the city, under the gas light, and with that face.
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  Speaker 11: Yet I knew it at once, in spite of the
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  Speaker 11: daubing paint and powder, and she knew me. She drew
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  Speaker 11: quick breath that was almost sobbing, and shrank in the
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  Speaker 11: shade so I should not see. There was hell in
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  Speaker 11: her eyes. She was worn and jaded, her soul as
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  Speaker 11: it wore with the life she has led. As I
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  Speaker 11: looked on that face so strangely faded, I wonder God
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  Speaker 11: did not strike me dead. While I have been happy
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  Speaker 11: and gay and jolly, received by the very best people
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  Speaker 11: in town. That girl whom I led in the way
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  Speaker 11: to folly has gone on recklessly down and down two o'clock,
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  Speaker 11: and no sleep has found me. That face I saw
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  Speaker 11: in the street, lamp's light peers everywhere out from the
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  Speaker 11: shadows around me. I know how a murderer feels to night.
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  Speaker 11: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: Dick's Family by Ella Wheeler Wilcox Narrator read by Tommy Hersant.
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  Speaker 11: Doctor Griffin read by Alan Maapstone.
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  Speaker 7: Dick read by William Jones.
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  Speaker 9: Young Woman and Little Girl read by Michel Fry.
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  Speaker 6: When Dick, the little deformed invalid, hobbled from his bed
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  Speaker 6: into his chair lounge at the window where he reclined
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  Speaker 6: all day long, he saw a rosy cheeked young woman
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  Speaker 6: polishing the windows across the street, his pale face tinged
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  Speaker 6: with a sudden glow, and his painfully brilliant eye shone
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  Speaker 6: with an increased luster.
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  Speaker 7: Well, I declare if my house is an occupied.
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  Speaker 6: He cried, and he lifted the window and peered across
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  Speaker 6: the way with such an excited countenance that the young
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  Speaker 6: woman opposite paused in her work to regard him. But
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  Speaker 6: after a moment's observation, the artled look in her face
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  Speaker 6: gave place to pity, for she saw that the great
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  Speaker 6: shining eyes were those of an invalid, an invalid child,
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  Speaker 6: she thought.
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  Speaker 9: Poor child, poor little fellow.
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  Speaker 6: She said to herself, And such a pretty face too.
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  Speaker 6: But Dick was twenty two years old, with a man's
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  Speaker 6: heart and a man's longings shut up in his deformed body.
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  Speaker 6: But since he was compelled to pass his days between
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  Speaker 6: a bed and a chair, with an occasional hour down
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  Speaker 6: on the curbing in the sunlight of a warm day,
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  Speaker 6: he found his whole enjoyment in his imagination and wonderful flights.
• 2:37:45
  Speaker 6: It took, flights and freaks, suspected by no one save
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  Speaker 6: good old doctor Griffin, his one confidante. He had known
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  Speaker 6: Dick ever since his advent into his life of misery.
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  Speaker 6: Dick's mother had been the beauty of the street more
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  Speaker 6: than a score of years ago. Old Benjamin Levy, her
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  Speaker 6: father was a hard man, and to escape the barren
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  Speaker 6: home and dreary life, pretty Josie eloped with a handsome
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  Speaker 6: Christian whom she had met while promenading on the street.
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  Speaker 6: Her father had uttered a terrible curse when the knowledge
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  Speaker 6: of her flight came to him, and scarce two years
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  Speaker 6: later the curse had fallen, for pretty Josie came home
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  Speaker 6: to die and to leave her invalid baby as the
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  Speaker 6: constant reminder of the fulfillment of his curse to her father.
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  Speaker 6: Doctor Griffin had been retained during all these years as
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  Speaker 6: Dick's physician for the one thing in which Old Benjamin
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  Speaker 6: showed no parsimony was in the care of this little
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  Speaker 6: deformed grandchild. A little shop where he sold second hand clothing,
• 2:39:08
  Speaker 6: and a couple of small rooms above it for living
• 2:39:10
  Speaker 6: purposes constituted his manage. Directly opposite was a three story
• 2:39:17
  Speaker 6: in basement brick house which had in its day been
• 2:39:21
  Speaker 6: a semi fashionable private residence. But as trade encroached upon
• 2:39:28
  Speaker 6: the street, this building had degenerated to an apartment house.
• 2:39:33
  Speaker 6: While the house stood tenantless, Dick amused himself by imagining
• 2:39:39
  Speaker 6: that it was his own residence. It is my house,
• 2:39:43
  Speaker 6: he would say, And.
• 2:39:44
  Speaker 7: I am traveling abroad, and it is closed by and bye,
• 2:39:48
  Speaker 7: I shall come home, and it will be a great
• 2:39:51
  Speaker 7: house Mormon and lights in every window, and flower pots
• 2:39:55
  Speaker 7: on the sills, and pretty curtains and life and fun.
• 2:40:00
  Speaker 7: For I am a very rich young man with lots
• 2:40:03
  Speaker 7: of money, and I always have everything very gay around me.
• 2:40:08
  Speaker 6: Doctor Griffin used to encourage the boy in his fancies,
• 2:40:11
  Speaker 6: thinking they relieved the monotony of his dreary life.
• 2:40:16
  Speaker 11: Well, I see you are still traveling abroad, Dick.
• 2:40:20
  Speaker 6: He used to say that has.
• 2:40:22
  Speaker 11: Yours is still closed? No idea when you will return, have.
• 2:40:27
  Speaker 7: You No, I'm having too good a time to come
• 2:40:31
  Speaker 7: back yet. Awhile Dick would answer, haven't half seen the
• 2:40:35
  Speaker 7: world yet.
• 2:40:36
  Speaker 6: But one day there were people moving around on the
• 2:40:39
  Speaker 6: ground floor of the house, and Dick heard his grandfather
• 2:40:43
  Speaker 6: say it was to be made into flats and let
• 2:40:46
  Speaker 6: to separate families. The next day doctor Griffin called. He
• 2:40:51
  Speaker 6: greeted the boy.
• 2:40:52
  Speaker 11: With, oh, Dick, welcome home. I see you have returned
• 2:40:59
  Speaker 11: from a broom.
• 2:41:00
  Speaker 6: Dick shook his head soberly. Oh no, he replied, I
• 2:41:04
  Speaker 6: am not back yet.
• 2:41:06
  Speaker 7: But I got tired of having my house stay empty.
• 2:41:10
  Speaker 7: I thought it might as well let it help pay
• 2:41:12
  Speaker 7: my expenses. It's awful expensive traveling, you know, So I've
• 2:41:17
  Speaker 7: got some tenants in the house going to let each
• 2:41:21
  Speaker 7: floor separate, cause it is too expensive for a house
• 2:41:24
  Speaker 7: for anybody to take wool, cept some rich fellow like me.
• 2:41:29
  Speaker 6: And during the last six months, the floor exactly opposite
• 2:41:33
  Speaker 6: Dick's window had been vacant. After three months had passed
• 2:41:37
  Speaker 6: without a tenant, he told Doctor Griffin that he had
• 2:41:41
  Speaker 6: decided to reserve that floor for his own use.
• 2:41:45
  Speaker 7: I'm going to come home pretty soon and settle down,
• 2:41:49
  Speaker 7: you see, he said, And so I thought I'd keep
• 2:41:52
  Speaker 7: that floor for myself. I don't need the whole house,
• 2:41:56
  Speaker 7: and I can just as well let the other tenants stay.
• 2:42:00
  Speaker 6: And now, after three months more had passed, here were
• 2:42:04
  Speaker 6: people moving into his apartments. Doctor Griffin called that very
• 2:42:09
  Speaker 6: afternoon and found Dick looking unusually animated.
• 2:42:14
  Speaker 11: Well well, Dick, he exclaimed, So, after all you've decided
• 2:42:20
  Speaker 11: to rent your apartments, you have neighbors, I see. I
• 2:42:25
  Speaker 11: fear you will never return now and settle down as
• 2:42:28
  Speaker 11: you intended.
• 2:42:30
  Speaker 7: Why that's no neighbor's.
• 2:42:31
  Speaker 6: Doctor replied Dick contemptuously.
• 2:42:35
  Speaker 7: That's my family. I've come home to stay and brought
• 2:42:38
  Speaker 7: my family, you see.
• 2:42:40
  Speaker 11: You know, tell me, so, why what a stupid old fellow.
• 2:42:44
  Speaker 11: I am to be.
• 2:42:45
  Speaker 6: Sure, cried the doctor with feigned self scorn.
• 2:42:49
  Speaker 7: How large a family have you, Dick, Well, only only one,
• 2:42:54
  Speaker 7: as I care specially about. Look look at her.
• 2:42:57
  Speaker 6: Doctor, catching the doctor's hand, leaning forward in his chair.
• 2:43:02
  Speaker 7: See her of fixing the nice little curtain at the window.
• 2:43:06
  Speaker 7: She's a regular neat one. She is my little woman
• 2:43:09
  Speaker 7: over there. She was a cleaning the windows and things
• 2:43:12
  Speaker 7: this morning, with her hair so slick and a span
• 2:43:15
  Speaker 7: clean apron on. That's the kind of girl I like.
• 2:43:19
  Speaker 7: I always like that kind. Isn't she the right kind? Hey? Doctor?
• 2:43:24
  Speaker 6: Doctor Griffin saw a trim young woman with rosy cheeks,
• 2:43:29
  Speaker 6: looping back scrim curtains with pink ribbons. He nodded gravely.
• 2:43:35
  Speaker 11: From my brief acquaintance, I should say she was, he answered.
• 2:43:40
  Speaker 11: I congratulate you on your good look. With such a
• 2:43:43
  Speaker 11: family as that, you ought to be a happy fellow. Queer,
• 2:43:47
  Speaker 11: little fellow, queer, little fellow.
• 2:43:49
  Speaker 6: He said to himself as he went down the stairs.
• 2:43:53
  Speaker 11: Strange notion then about his home and family.
• 2:43:57
  Speaker 6: When Dick awoke the following day, he felt a new
• 2:43:59
  Speaker 6: sense of happiness in the thought of his neighbor opposite.
• 2:44:03
  Speaker 6: He hurried through his tedious ceremony of dressing ate his
• 2:44:07
  Speaker 6: frugal breakfast, hobbled into his invalid chair and gave an
• 2:44:12
  Speaker 6: eager glance across the street. Yes, there were the dainty
• 2:44:17
  Speaker 6: curtains still at the window, so it was no dream.
• 2:44:21
  Speaker 6: He watched for a glimpse of the occupant, but she
• 2:44:24
  Speaker 6: did not appear. Then he laughed a little softly to himself.
• 2:44:30
  Speaker 7: Of course she wouldn't be hanging around the window at
• 2:44:33
  Speaker 7: all hours. She isn't that sort. And of course I'm
• 2:44:37
  Speaker 7: over there now, and she's a pooring coffee for me.
• 2:44:40
  Speaker 7: We take breakfast sort of late today because we were
• 2:44:43
  Speaker 7: just home from Europe, and I haven't gone down to
• 2:44:46
  Speaker 7: the office yet. After I get off, she'll brush around
• 2:44:50
  Speaker 7: and set things to write, and hello, I must have
• 2:44:54
  Speaker 7: gone now, you know. For there she is a whisk
• 2:44:57
  Speaker 7: in the dust off the window sill, as pretty as
• 2:45:00
  Speaker 7: and need as a pin. All the time I'm down
• 2:45:03
  Speaker 7: at the office with him, pesky clerks of mine are
• 2:45:06
  Speaker 7: bothering me, I'll be a thinking of that sweet little
• 2:45:09
  Speaker 7: woman up here waiting for me. We do have very
• 2:45:14
  Speaker 7: sociable times.
• 2:45:15
  Speaker 6: Dick told of the doctor a month later.
• 2:45:18
  Speaker 7: That little woman and I seem made for each other.
• 2:45:21
  Speaker 7: She's just the right sort. We never have no fusses,
• 2:45:25
  Speaker 7: and things go so comfortable like all the time.
• 2:45:30
  Speaker 11: And how do you like the other party? There's a
• 2:45:33
  Speaker 11: man there also, I see, how do you like him?
• 2:45:37
  Speaker 6: Dick flushed painfully, and a deep frown settled on his face.
• 2:45:43
  Speaker 6: There was a man whom he saw from time to time,
• 2:45:47
  Speaker 6: sitting at the window after the dinner hour, reading his paper.
• 2:45:52
  Speaker 6: But the moment he made his appearance, Dick closed his
• 2:45:55
  Speaker 6: eyes or left the window seat. He regarded the man
• 2:45:59
  Speaker 6: as an intruder, a shadow upon his home life, a
• 2:46:04
  Speaker 6: serpent in his eden. Sunday was a day of restlessness
• 2:46:09
  Speaker 6: and discontent, because the man was there all day long,
• 2:46:15
  Speaker 6: and on Sundays he avoided the invalid chair, which was
• 2:46:19
  Speaker 6: his seat on all other days. Now, when he heard
• 2:46:23
  Speaker 6: Doctor Griffin speak of the man as a real being,
• 2:46:27
  Speaker 6: he suffered all the bitter and mortified pangs of jealousy
• 2:46:33
  Speaker 6: which might come to a man who hears a stranger
• 2:46:36
  Speaker 6: give words to a suspicion of his wife's disloyalty to
• 2:46:40
  Speaker 6: which he has striven to blind himself.
• 2:46:43
  Speaker 7: A man. Yes, there's a man there Sometimes, Dick stammered,
• 2:46:49
  Speaker 7: he's a sort of poor relative, don't you know, one
• 2:46:54
  Speaker 7: of my relations? You see? And I can't very well
• 2:46:57
  Speaker 7: turn him off.
• 2:46:58
  Speaker 6: Oh I see, answered the doctor, noticing Dick's confusion and
• 2:47:03
  Speaker 6: hastening to help him out.
• 2:47:05
  Speaker 11: Well, everybody has someone of that sort. I have half
• 2:47:09
  Speaker 11: a dozen poor relations who live on me. Some one
• 2:47:13
  Speaker 11: of them is with us most of the time, a
• 2:47:16
  Speaker 11: little uncomfortable occasionally, maybe because every man's house is his
• 2:47:21
  Speaker 11: castle where he wants to be alone at times. But
• 2:47:26
  Speaker 11: we who have homes have no right to be selfish.
• 2:47:30
  Speaker 11: We must share them with less fortunate people. Happiness must
• 2:47:34
  Speaker 11: not make us selfish.
• 2:47:36
  Speaker 6: Dick's face brightened, his heart had grown light and happy
• 2:47:40
  Speaker 6: while the doctor spoke.
• 2:47:42
  Speaker 7: That's just what I tell myself. And the little woman,
• 2:47:45
  Speaker 7: he said, often she doesn't like to have the fellow
• 2:47:49
  Speaker 7: dropping in and spoiling our chats.
• 2:47:52
  Speaker 6: Dick felt an immense satisfaction in saying this.
• 2:47:56
  Speaker 7: But I tell her, with just our two selves, we'd
• 2:48:00
  Speaker 7: get selfish with happiness unless we had something to do
• 2:48:04
  Speaker 7: for another. But he does break up our sundays awfully.
• 2:48:09
  Speaker 7: Scarcely can get out a word alone that fellow spoking around.
• 2:48:13
  Speaker 11: So, oh, well, you can afford him one day in
• 2:48:17
  Speaker 11: the week, and I won't let him bother me. Just
• 2:48:21
  Speaker 11: be as happy as if he wasn't around.
• 2:48:24
  Speaker 6: Somehow, Dick felt much better after this talk. He had
• 2:48:27
  Speaker 6: tried to ignore the presence of the man opposite, but
• 2:48:30
  Speaker 6: now he could acknowledge it and definitely locate the man
• 2:48:35
  Speaker 6: in his thought as a poor dependent who was benefited
• 2:48:40
  Speaker 6: by his bounty. He enjoyed thinking that the little woman
• 2:48:45
  Speaker 6: objected more or less to the fellow, and that she
• 2:48:49
  Speaker 6: allowed him so much liberty only to please Dick. As
• 2:48:55
  Speaker 6: the weeks rolled on, he confessed to the doctor that
• 2:48:59
  Speaker 6: the fellow was really useful at.
• 2:49:01
  Speaker 7: Times rainy days. He goes to market for the little woman,
• 2:49:06
  Speaker 7: he said, and often runs out on errands for us.
• 2:49:10
  Speaker 6: Dick's house had been occupied six months when a whole
• 2:49:14
  Speaker 6: week passed without his seeing his little woman at the window.
• 2:49:19
  Speaker 6: During that six months, there had scarcely been an afternoon
• 2:49:23
  Speaker 6: during which she had not sat for an hour or
• 2:49:26
  Speaker 6: two at the window with her sewing. Dick had grown
• 2:49:30
  Speaker 6: to think of that hour as the bright spoke in
• 2:49:34
  Speaker 6: the wheel of the day. She looked at him so
• 2:49:37
  Speaker 6: kindly and gently, and he used to imagine he was
• 2:49:42
  Speaker 6: lying on a lounge in the room, reading aloud to
• 2:49:45
  Speaker 6: her as she sewed, and that her kind, warm smile
• 2:49:50
  Speaker 6: was one of love, not of pity. And when a
• 2:49:55
  Speaker 6: whole week passed without his once seeing her, Dick found
• 2:50:01
  Speaker 6: himself in a nervous fever with a blinding headache from
• 2:50:05
  Speaker 6: having gazed so eagerly and anxiously across the street. And
• 2:50:10
  Speaker 6: Grandfather Levy sent for doctor Griffin.
• 2:50:14
  Speaker 7: There's something the matter over the way, whispered Dick, as
• 2:50:18
  Speaker 7: soon as the doctor was alone with him. I haven't
• 2:50:21
  Speaker 7: seen her for a whole week. There's a strange woman there,
• 2:50:26
  Speaker 7: and I'm sure she's sick. I couldn't sleep all last
• 2:50:30
  Speaker 7: night for worrying about her.
• 2:50:32
  Speaker 6: Doctor Griffin went to the window and looked out. Then
• 2:50:36
  Speaker 6: he took a magnifying glass from his pocket and deliberately
• 2:50:39
  Speaker 6: stared into the window opposite. Then he went.
• 2:50:44
  Speaker 11: Back to Dick, my dear fellow, He said, you are
• 2:50:48
  Speaker 11: to be congratulated. You are a father. I saw the
• 2:50:54
  Speaker 11: nurse walking up and down the room with the child
• 2:50:57
  Speaker 11: in her arms. It's a bad habit way, and you
• 2:51:01
  Speaker 11: must send her. Not to te shirt to the child.
• 2:51:04
  Speaker 11: You can't begin too young with them.
• 2:51:07
  Speaker 6: After the doctor went away, Dick buried his face in
• 2:51:11
  Speaker 6: his pillow and wept softly.
• 2:51:14
  Speaker 7: A little baby, Yes, my little baby, he whispered, God
• 2:51:20
  Speaker 7: bless the little woman. Someday she will sit with it
• 2:51:23
  Speaker 7: at the window, and I shall have them both for company.
• 2:51:28
  Speaker 6: And then one day, a soft, warm day late in May,
• 2:51:32
  Speaker 6: there she sat at the window again, with Lily's instead
• 2:51:37
  Speaker 6: of roses in her cheeks and the bundle of flannel
• 2:51:42
  Speaker 6: in her arms. She smiled at Dick, and tears of
• 2:51:49
  Speaker 6: joy and love welled up in his eyes as he
• 2:51:53
  Speaker 6: gazed upon the two.
• 2:51:55
  Speaker 7: I've got two of them for company. Now, a little woman, the.
• 2:52:00
  Speaker 6: Baby, he whispered. After that, the days seemed very happy
• 2:52:06
  Speaker 6: and bright, and Dick thought himself the richest man on earth.
• 2:52:11
  Speaker 6: Only he wondered why the roses did not come back
• 2:52:14
  Speaker 6: to the little woman's cheeks.
• 2:52:16
  Speaker 7: She doesn't look as well as she ought.
• 2:52:19
  Speaker 6: To, he told the doctor one day in June, and
• 2:52:22
  Speaker 6: the doctor, peering over his spectacles, shook his head as
• 2:52:26
  Speaker 6: he looked at her, but Dick did not see it.
• 2:52:30
  Speaker 6: Passing down the block, one day, doctor Griffin came face
• 2:52:33
  Speaker 6: to face with a little girl who wheeled a baby carriage,
• 2:52:38
  Speaker 6: and as he glanced under the awning he was startled
• 2:52:42
  Speaker 6: to see two weirdly brilliant eyes, the very counterpart of Dick's,
• 2:52:49
  Speaker 6: gazing up at him.
• 2:52:51
  Speaker 11: Whose child is this? Does he live over in the
• 2:52:55
  Speaker 11: brick flats? There?
• 2:52:56
  Speaker 6: Queried the doctor. The little girl.
• 2:52:59
  Speaker 11: Nodded second plight up, Yes, sir, queer enough, queer.
• 2:53:04
  Speaker 6: Enough, he mused, as he walked on.
• 2:53:08
  Speaker 11: Your baby has eyes exactly like.
• 2:53:11
  Speaker 6: You, Dick, said the doctor a few days later.
• 2:53:14
  Speaker 11: Honestly, no joking. I saw the little fellow on the street,
• 2:53:19
  Speaker 11: and I knew him by his eyes.
• 2:53:22
  Speaker 6: After that, Dick's heart went out to the baby more
• 2:53:26
  Speaker 6: and more, and he was eager to see it. One
• 2:53:29
  Speaker 6: day he saw the little nurse girl wheeling the carriage,
• 2:53:33
  Speaker 6: and as fast as his lame body would permit, he
• 2:53:36
  Speaker 6: hurried and hobbled it down to the street, hoping it
• 2:53:39
  Speaker 6: would pass near him. Sure enough, it did, and Dick's
• 2:53:44
  Speaker 6: heart jumped into his throat as he leaned on his
• 2:53:48
  Speaker 6: cane and peered into the carriage to catch his first
• 2:53:52
  Speaker 6: glimpse of the baby he had grown to think of
• 2:53:55
  Speaker 6: as his own. Yes, those were his own eyes, his
• 2:54:03
  Speaker 6: very own, gazing up at him, and he touched the
• 2:54:07
  Speaker 6: little hand with reverence and awe. The baby laughed and
• 2:54:13
  Speaker 6: twisted his small, soft fingers about his thumb, and clung
• 2:54:19
  Speaker 6: to his hand as if unwilling to let him go.
• 2:54:23
  Speaker 6: For weeks after that, he would wake at night thinking
• 2:54:28
  Speaker 6: he felt that clinging touch upon his hand, and those great,
• 2:54:34
  Speaker 6: dark startled eyes, the very counterpart of his own, seemed
• 2:54:40
  Speaker 6: illuminating the night for him. It was early November when
• 2:54:45
  Speaker 6: he failed to see the baby at the window or
• 2:54:49
  Speaker 6: on the street, nor did the mother appear at the
• 2:54:52
  Speaker 6: window for four days. The morning of the fifth day,
• 2:54:58
  Speaker 6: Dick saw from his window a little white hearse drawn
• 2:55:04
  Speaker 6: by white ponies, paused at the house opposite, and then
• 2:55:10
  Speaker 6: someone came out with a small casket, followed by the
• 2:55:16
  Speaker 6: male relative and a few sad faced friends. That day
• 2:55:24
  Speaker 6: Dick entered gesseemone, and the mourners who followed the little
• 2:55:29
  Speaker 6: baby to its last resting place shed no bitterer tears
• 2:55:35
  Speaker 6: than he mixed with his keen anguish for the loss
• 2:55:39
  Speaker 6: of the child, was fear for the life of the mother,
• 2:55:43
  Speaker 6: who was too ill to attend the burial. That night,
• 2:55:49
  Speaker 6: doctor Griffin was sent for, and he found Dick so
• 2:55:53
  Speaker 6: ill and feverish that he was alarmed. His tears mingled
• 2:55:58
  Speaker 6: with Dix when the poor boy told him of the
• 2:56:02
  Speaker 6: baby's death and begged him to go over and inquire
• 2:56:07
  Speaker 6: after the little woman.
• 2:56:10
  Speaker 7: You can ask the janitor doctor, just say friends opposite
• 2:56:15
  Speaker 7: want to inquire after her. You needn't say no more.
• 2:56:19
  Speaker 6: The doctor did as Dick desired, and came back shortly,
• 2:56:23
  Speaker 6: making an effort to speak cheerfully.
• 2:56:26
  Speaker 11: The janitor says, missus.
• 2:56:28
  Speaker 7: The little woman interrupted Dick. Yes, yes, how is she not?
• 2:56:34
  Speaker 6: For worlds what he have heard her name spoken?
• 2:56:38
  Speaker 11: She is ill, suffering from the prostration caused my grief.
• 2:56:43
  Speaker 6: The doctor replied, But she is.
• 2:56:46
  Speaker 11: Young, and she will rally in a few weeks, no doubt.
• 2:56:50
  Speaker 11: You must brace up, old man, and be ready to
• 2:56:53
  Speaker 11: comfort her. If you don't look after yourself a little better,
• 2:56:58
  Speaker 11: I won't promise for the consequences to your health. You've
• 2:57:03
  Speaker 11: overtext yourself lately, and you must keep very quiet now
• 2:57:08
  Speaker 11: for a few days.
• 2:57:10
  Speaker 6: But each day Dick dragged himself to the window to
• 2:57:14
  Speaker 6: see if the little woman was visible, and on the
• 2:57:17
  Speaker 6: tenth day after the baby's funeral, a black hearse with
• 2:57:22
  Speaker 6: nodding black plumes and black horses with jet harness and
• 2:57:26
  Speaker 6: dangling black dassels stood at the house opposite, and Dick,
• 2:57:33
  Speaker 6: with panting breath and wild eyes, crawled down the stairs
• 2:57:36
  Speaker 6: and out upon the street, for he seemed choking in
• 2:57:39
  Speaker 6: the house, and he thought he must hinder those cruel
• 2:57:42
  Speaker 6: people from taking away the little woman. He could not
• 2:57:46
  Speaker 6: could not let her go from him forever. And when
• 2:57:50
  Speaker 6: he saw them lifting the casket into the hearse he
• 2:57:53
  Speaker 6: reached out his arms try to cry out and stop them,
• 2:57:58
  Speaker 6: And then he fell over, weak and helpless, with strange
• 2:58:03
  Speaker 6: sounds ringing in his ears and warm blood spurting from
• 2:58:08
  Speaker 6: his mouth. When he awoke to consciousness, he was lying
• 2:58:14
  Speaker 6: on his couch, and Doctor Griffin and Grandfather Levy were
• 2:58:19
  Speaker 6: bending over him with tears in their eyes. He tried
• 2:58:24
  Speaker 6: to speak, and with each syllable the blood gushed again
• 2:58:29
  Speaker 6: from his lips.
• 2:58:31
  Speaker 11: You mustn't talk, said the doctor. You are very weak
• 2:58:36
  Speaker 11: and it may be fatal to you if you do
• 2:58:39
  Speaker 11: not keep quiet.
• 2:58:41
  Speaker 6: He drew the doctor's head down close to his lips.
• 2:58:46
  Speaker 7: It's no use trying to save me, he whispered. I'd
• 2:58:51
  Speaker 7: rather go. I couldn't stand it living on with both
• 2:58:56
  Speaker 7: of him gone. I've nothing to live for now, no
• 2:59:01
  Speaker 7: ambition or pleasure lived. I've had all the pleasure I'll
• 2:59:06
  Speaker 7: ever get out a life doctor this year back, it's
• 2:59:10
  Speaker 7: kinder to let me go and follow my family.
• 2:59:15
  Speaker 6: The hemorrhage set in anew and with the red gushing tide,
• 2:59:20
  Speaker 6: Dick's soul passed out to seek those of the little
• 2:59:24
  Speaker 6: woman and the baby end of Dick's family and of
• 2:59:30
  Speaker 6: how Salvador One and other recitations by Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
• 2:59:37
  Speaker 6: This recording is in the public domain.