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Many Gods-Cale Young Rice · Edgar Allan Poe Poems

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  Speaker 1: All's Well by kill Young Rice, read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 1: Org by Larry Wilson. One. The illimitable leaping of the sea,
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  Speaker 1: the mouthing of his madness to the moon, the seething
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  Speaker 1: of his endless sorcery, his prophecy no power can attune,
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  Speaker 1: swept over me, as on the sounding prow of a
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  Speaker 1: great ship that steered into the stars. I stood and
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  Speaker 1: felt the awe upon my brow of death and destiny,
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  Speaker 1: and all that Mars. Two. The wind that blew from
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  Speaker 1: Cassiopia cast wanly upon my ear, a round that rung.
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  Speaker 1: The sailor in his eyrie on the mast sang in
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  Speaker 1: All's well. That to the spirit clung like a lost
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  Speaker 1: voice from some aerial realm where ships sail on forever
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  Speaker 1: to no shore, where time gives immortality the helm and
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  Speaker 1: fades like a far phantom from life's door. Three? And
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  Speaker 1: is all well, o thou, unweariable launcher worlds upon bewilder'd
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  Speaker 1: space rose in me all? Or did thy hand grow dull?
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  Speaker 1: Building this world that bears a piteous race?
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  Speaker 2: Oh?
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  Speaker 1: Was it launched too soon or launched too late? Or
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  Speaker 1: can it be a derelict that drifts beyond thy ken
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  Speaker 1: towards some reef of fate on which oblivion sand forever shifts. Four.
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  Speaker 1: The sea grew softer as I questioned, calm with mystery,
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  Speaker 1: that like an answer moved, and from infinity there fell
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  Speaker 1: a bomb. The old peace that God is though all unproved,
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  Speaker 1: the old faith that though gulfs sidereal stun, the soul
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  Speaker 1: and knowledge drown within their deep. There is no world
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  Speaker 1: that wanders know, not one of all the millions that
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  Speaker 1: he does not keep in a poeb This recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain. The proselyte recants by Killed Young
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  Speaker 1: Rice read for Lebrevox dot Org by Larry Wilson. In Japan,
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  Speaker 1: where the fair golden idols sit in darkness and in silence,
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  Speaker 1: while the temple drums beat solemnly and slow, Where the
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  Speaker 1: tall Christomerias sway in worship round about, and the rain
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  Speaker 1: that is falling whispers low. I can hear strange voices
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  Speaker 1: of the dead and forgotten. On the dimly rising incense.
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  Speaker 1: I can see the lives I have lived, and my
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  Speaker 1: lives unbegotten. Namu amid the Bsu pity me I was
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  Speaker 1: born this karma of a mother of Chuzenji, where nan
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  Speaker 1: Thaizan looks down into the lake where the white thronged
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  Speaker 1: pilgrims climb to altars in the clouds, and behold the
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  Speaker 1: holy Eastern dawn awake. It was there I wandered till
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  Speaker 1: a priest of the Christians with the crucifixy war compelled
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  Speaker 1: my gaze. In grief I had groaned. So upon its
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  Speaker 1: grief I pondered, namu amid the butsu keep my days.
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  Speaker 1: It was wrong. He told me to pray jiso for
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  Speaker 1: my children, and being Zuru for healing of my ills
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  Speaker 1: and our gods. So many were conceived, he said in
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  Speaker 1: sin from Lord Shaka to the least upon the hills.
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  Speaker 1: In despair, I listened for my heart beat hopeless. Not
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  Speaker 1: a temple of my land had helped me live. But
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  Speaker 1: alas that day when I let my soul be christened,
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  Speaker 1: namu Amidbtsu O forgive for the christ they gave me
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  Speaker 1: and the only law and losis as the only way
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  Speaker 1: to light that will not wane. May perchance have power
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  Speaker 1: for the people of the West. But to me, he
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  Speaker 1: seem'd the serviture of pain, for in pain he perish'd
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  Speaker 1: as one born to passion. In some other life. No
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  Speaker 1: doubt his sin was great, though they told me no
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  Speaker 1: those who followed him and cherish'd namu amidbutsu such is fate.
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  Speaker 1: So again to idols of the Buddha, who is boundless.
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  Speaker 1: While the temple drum is beating through the rain, I
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  Speaker 1: have turned from treason into meditation's truth. From the strife
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  Speaker 1: the Western gods regard is gain. And if now I'm dying,
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  Speaker 1: as the voices tell me, to the lives that I
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  Speaker 1: must live, I'll meekly go till my long grief ends
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  Speaker 1: in nirvana. And my sign I mean, would be it so?
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  Speaker 1: In the poem This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Love in Japan by Kale Young Rice read for lebvovsta
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  Speaker 3: work dragon fly lighting on the temple bell. Whose soul
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  Speaker 3: do you hear on the day of the dead, The
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  Speaker 3: soul of my lover, ah me, the plighting between two
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  Speaker 3: hearts that were never red? Dragonfly quickly the priest is coming. Oh,
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  Speaker 3: the boom of the bitter bell. Now you're gone, and
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  Speaker 3: my tears fall thickly. How of heaven do the gods
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  Speaker 3: make hell? The semi is silent, autumn rains, the wing
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  Speaker 3: bells tinkle, how chill it is. The quick lights come on,
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  Speaker 3: the shorty pains calm Obaku, Eater of dreams. The maple darkens,
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  Speaker 3: pale grow eye, the near night shivers, the temple face
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  Speaker 3: haunting love will not cease to cry. Come Obaku, eater
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  Speaker 3: of dreams. The wild myst gathered are my tears. The
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  Speaker 3: pain lights vanish. For some there is rest, But for
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  Speaker 3: me the remembered years. Come, Obaku, Eater of dreams and
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  Speaker 3: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Maple Leaves on Miyayima by Kale Young Rice read for
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  Speaker 4: LibriVox dot Org by Connor Eustace. The summer has come,
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  Speaker 4: the summer has gone, and the maple leaves lift fairy
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  Speaker 4: hands that ripple upon the winds of dawn where the
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  Speaker 4: dim pagoda stands. They ripple and beckon, yearningly to their
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  Speaker 4: sister fairies over the sea. But help comes not. So
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  Speaker 4: they fall and flee from autumn, over the sands and
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  Speaker 4: down the mountain and into the tide. Some are blown
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  Speaker 4: where the sampans lide, and some are strewn by the
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  Speaker 4: temple side, and some by the tory. But autumn, ever
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  Speaker 4: pursues them till as ever before, she has her will
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  Speaker 4: and leaves them desolate, dead and still ravish. The far
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  Speaker 4: and wide leaves them desolate, crying shrill. No beauty shall abide.
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  Speaker 4: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Typhoon at Hong Kong by Kale Young Rice, recorded for
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  Speaker 5: LibriVox dot Org by Jude. I was weary and slept
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  Speaker 5: on the peak. The air clung close like a shroud,
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  Speaker 5: and ever the blue flies buzz in my ear, hung
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  Speaker 5: haunting and hot and loud. I awoke, and the sky
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  Speaker 5: was done with awe and a dread that soon went
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  Speaker 5: shuddering through my heart, for I knew that it meant typhoon. Typhoon.
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  Speaker 5: In the harbor below, far down, the junks, like foul
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  Speaker 5: in a flock, were tossing in wingless terror, or fled
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  Speaker 5: fluttering in from the shock. The city a breathless bend
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  Speaker 5: of rooms by the water, strewn lay, silent and waiting.
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  Speaker 5: Yet there was none within it, but said typhoon. Then
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  Speaker 5: it came like a million winds gone mad, immeasurably, a
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  Speaker 5: torrid and tortuous tempest, stung by rape at the fair
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  Speaker 5: south sea, and it swept like a scood escaped from
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  Speaker 5: craters of sun or moon, and struck as no power
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  Speaker 5: of heaven could or of hell typhoon typhoon, and the
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  Speaker 5: junks were smitten and torn. The drowning struggled and cried
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  Speaker 5: or dashed on the granite walls of the sea in succerless.
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  Speaker 5: Hundreds died till I shook the sight from my eyes
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  Speaker 5: and prayed for my soul to swoon. If I ever
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  Speaker 5: see God's fates, let it be guiltless at that typhoon.
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  Speaker 5: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Penang by Cale Young Rice read forlibrivox dot Org by
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  Speaker 4: Connor Eustace. I want to go back to Singapore and
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  Speaker 4: ship along the straits to a bungalow I know beside Penang,
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  Speaker 4: where coconut palms along the shore are waving, and the
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  Speaker 4: gates of peace shut sorrow out forevermore. I want to
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  Speaker 4: go back and hear the surf come beating in at night,
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  Speaker 4: like the washing of eternity over the dead. I want
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  Speaker 4: to see dawn fair up and day go down in
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  Speaker 4: golden light. I want to go back to Penang. I
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  Speaker 4: want to go back. I want to go back to
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  Speaker 4: Singapore and up along the straits to the bungalow that
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  Speaker 4: waits me by the tide, where the Tamil and Malay
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  Speaker 4: tell their lore at evening and the fates have set
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  Speaker 4: no toothless canker at life's core. I want to go
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  Speaker 4: back and mend my heart beneath the tropic moon while
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  Speaker 4: the tamarind tree is whispering thoughts of sleep. I want
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  Speaker 4: to believe that Earth again with Heaven, is in June.
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  Speaker 4: I want to go back to Penang. I want to
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  Speaker 4: go back. I want to go back to Singapore and
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  Speaker 4: ship along the straits to the Bungalow. I left upon
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  Speaker 4: the strand where the foam of the world grows faint
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  Speaker 4: before it enters and abates in meaning as I hear
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  Speaker 4: the palm wind pour. I want to go back and
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  Speaker 4: end my days some evening when the cross on the
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  Speaker 4: southern sky hangs heavily far and sad. I want to
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  Speaker 4: remember when I die that life elsewhere was lost. I
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  Speaker 4: want to go back to Penang. I want to go back.
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  Speaker 4: This recording is in the public domain. When the Wind
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  Speaker 4: is Low by Cale Young Rice Red for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 4: Org by Connor Eustace.
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  Speaker 1: To Ah r.
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  Speaker 4: When the wind is low and the sea is soft,
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  Speaker 4: and the far heat likening plays on the rim of
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  Speaker 4: the west, where dark clouds nest on a darker bank
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  Speaker 4: of haze. When I lean o'er the rail with you
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  Speaker 4: that I love, and gaze to my heart's content, I
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  Speaker 4: know that the heavens are there above, but you are
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  Speaker 4: my firmament. When the phosphors stars are thrown from the bough,
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  Speaker 4: and the watch climbs up the shroud, when the dim
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  Speaker 4: mass dips, as the vessel slips through the foam that
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  Speaker 4: seeds aloud, I know that the years of our life
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  Speaker 4: are few, and fain as a bird to flee. That
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  Speaker 4: time is as brief as a drop of dew. But
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  Speaker 4: you are eternity. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 4: the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: The Pagoda Slave by kil Young Rice read fulibervogstot Org
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  Speaker 6: by Caroline. The Pagoda Slave at Schuedagon in Old Rangoon,
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  Speaker 6: All night long, the pagoda slave hears the wind bells
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  Speaker 6: high in the air, tinkle with low, sweet tongue and
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  Speaker 6: grave in praise of Lord Gautama, all night long, where
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  Speaker 6: the lone spire scents its golden height to the starry light.
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  Speaker 6: He hears their tune and watches the moon, and fears
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  Speaker 6: he shall never reach Narvana. Round and round by a
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  Speaker 6: hundred shrines glittering at the great Schue's bays folds, the
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  Speaker 6: sound of his feet, mid lines droned from the sacred wisdom,
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  Speaker 6: round and round, where the idols gaze so pitiless on
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  Speaker 6: his paint distress. He passes on, pale eyed and one aparia,
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  Speaker 6: like the dogs behind him. Oh what sin in a
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  Speaker 6: life be God? Thousands of lives ago? Did he sin?
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  Speaker 6: That he is now by all Forgod, even by Lord Gautama?
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  Speaker 4: Oh?
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  Speaker 6: What sin that the lowest shun his very name as
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  Speaker 6: a thing of shame, a sound to taint the winds
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  Speaker 6: that faint from the high belts that hear it uttered.
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  Speaker 6: Midnight comes, and the hours of morn tapers die, and
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  Speaker 6: the flowers, all from the most fatid altars, lorn and
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  Speaker 6: desolate in their odor. Midnight goes, but he watches still
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  Speaker 6: by each cold spire, the moon sets fire, by every
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  Speaker 6: poor whose silvery calm pillar and jeweled porch pray under.
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  Speaker 6: Is it dawn that is breaking? No, only a star
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  Speaker 6: that falls in the sea, Only a windbells louder flow
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  Speaker 6: of praise to Lord, to go Tarma, faithless dawn with
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  Speaker 6: elusive feet. It comes too late to ease his fate.
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  Speaker 6: He sinks asleep a helpless heap, though for it he
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  Speaker 6: may never reach Nirvana. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 6: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: The Ships of the Sea by Killed Young Rice read
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  Speaker 1: for LibriVox dot org by Larry Wilson. Into the port
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  Speaker 1: when the sun was setting, rode the ship that bore
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  Speaker 1: my love over the breaker's wildly fred under the skies
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  Speaker 1: that shone above, down to the beach. I ran to
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  Speaker 1: meet him. He would come, as he had said, And
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  Speaker 1: he came in a sailor's coffin dead. All the ships
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  Speaker 1: of the sea, the women they from all hope but
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  Speaker 1: heaven part the tide has nothing now to tell me.
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  Speaker 1: The breakers only break my heart. In a poem. This
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  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Kanchuan Junga by kill Young Rice read Folibervax dot org
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  Speaker 7: by Anusha A year Kanchuanjunga, which is the next highest
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  Speaker 7: of mountains one o white priest of Eternity, around whose
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  Speaker 7: lofty summit, veiling clouds arise of the Earth's in memori
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  Speaker 7: sacrifice to Brahma, in whose breadth all lives and dies.
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  Speaker 7: O hierarch enrobed in timeless nose, first born of Asia,
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  Speaker 7: whose maternal throes seem changed now to a million human woes.
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  Speaker 7: Holy thou art, and still be so, nor sound one
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  Speaker 7: sigh of all the mystery in thee found.
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  Speaker 3: Two.
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  Speaker 7: For in this world too much is overclear, immortal ministrant
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  Speaker 7: to many lands, from whose ice altars flow to fainting sands, rivers,
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  Speaker 7: that each libation poured expands. Too much is known, O
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  Speaker 7: ganges giving sire. Thy people fathom life and find it dire.
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  Speaker 7: Thy people fathom death, and in it fire to live again.
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  Speaker 7: Though in illusions sphere behold concealed as grief is in
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  Speaker 7: a tear. Three, wherefore continue still enshrined thy rights, though
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  Speaker 7: dark Tibet that dread ascetic falls in strange austerity, whose
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  Speaker 7: strands appalls before thee, and a suppliant on thee calls
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  Speaker 7: continue still thy silence high, and sure that something beyond
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  Speaker 7: fleeting may endure, something that shall forever more allure imagination
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  Speaker 7: onto mystic flights, wherein alone no wing of evil lights.
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  Speaker 7: Four yea wrap thy awful gulfs and acolytes of lifted
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  Speaker 7: granite round with reachless nose stand fraternity, while pilgrim rose
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  Speaker 7: of all the nations envy thy repose, and sheath thy sword.
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  Speaker 7: Sublimities unscaled. Be that alone on earth which has not failed,
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  Speaker 7: Be that which never yet has yearned or ailed. But
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  Speaker 7: since primeable power appear'd, thy heights has stood above all
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  Speaker 7: deaths and all the lights.
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  Speaker 1: Five.
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  Speaker 7: And though thy loftier brother shall be King High Priest,
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  Speaker 7: be thou to Brahma unrevealed. While thy white sanctity, forever
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  Speaker 7: sealed in icy silence, leaves desire congealed in ghostly ministrations
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  Speaker 7: to the Sun and to the mend against stars and
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  Speaker 7: the moon. None be wholly still till east to west
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  Speaker 7: has run, until no sacrificial suffering on any shrink is
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  Speaker 7: left to tell life's sting and of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 7: is in the public domain. The Barren Woman by Caer
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  Speaker 7: Young Rice, read Forlibevax dot Org by Anusha Ayen. The
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  Speaker 7: Barren Woman banaras at the burning Heart O Kali, Mother,
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  Speaker 7: divine and dread see, I am waiting with open lips
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  Speaker 7: over the newly dead. I am childless and barren pity
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  Speaker 7: and let me catch the soul of him who, here
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  Speaker 7: on the kindled beer, pays to existence toll see by
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  Speaker 7: his guileless body. I cook the bread and eat, give
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  Speaker 7: me the soul he does not need. Now for conception
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  Speaker 7: and sweet Here O, my lord and husband, shall send
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  Speaker 7: me from his door, and take to his side a
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  Speaker 7: fairer bride, whose breast shall be less poor oft. I
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  Speaker 7: have sought thy temples by ganges. Now I seek where
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  Speaker 7: ashes of all the dead are strewn. And is my
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  Speaker 7: prayer not meek? The gods and the shrines and the
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  Speaker 7: people that bathe in the holy stream have heard my cry? Oh,
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  Speaker 7: God is high, Shall I not have my dream? The
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  Speaker 7: women of au the Enjeppur look on my face, wits
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  Speaker 7: gorne children about their garments cling to me. Shall none
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  Speaker 7: be borne? The death fires quiver faster, O hasten, God
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  Speaker 7: is a sign that from this doom into my womb,
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  Speaker 7: thy pledge has passed divine woe. There is not but
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  Speaker 7: ashes now, and the weepers go loan on the guard.
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  Speaker 7: They leave me lone with but the rivers flow. CALLI.
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  Speaker 7: I ask not jewels, nor justice, beauty, nor shift, but
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  Speaker 7: for the lowest woman's right a child, though I die
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  Speaker 7: of the gift end of poem. This recording is on
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  Speaker 7: the public domain by the tuch Mahel by Cale Young
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  Speaker 7: Rice read foliberbakstat Og by Anusha a year by the
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  Speaker 7: taj Mahel. Under the Indian Stars, momtaz Mahel, I am
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  Speaker 7: sitting watching them wind their silent way over your wistful tomb,
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  Speaker 7: watching the crescent prow of the moon among them, flitting
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  Speaker 7: fair as the shallop that bore your soul to Paradise's room.
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  Speaker 7: Under the Indian stars, with palm and people about me,
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  Speaker 7: with dome and kiosk and minaret mounting against the sky.
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  Speaker 7: I seem to see your face in all the fairness,
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  Speaker 7: without me, in all the sadness that fills my heart,
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  Speaker 7: to hear your lovers cry under the Indian stars, I
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  Speaker 7: look for your jasmine tower along the river, whose barren
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  Speaker 7: bed lies gray beneath the moon and through its magic doors.
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  Speaker 7: You seem like a spirit flower wandering back from Allah's
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  Speaker 7: born to seek for some lost boon. Under the Indian stars,
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  Speaker 7: I see you softly moving among your jewel lit maidens.
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  Speaker 7: There a sweet and ghostly queen, and the scent of
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  Speaker 7: attar flung in your marble form seems proving that passion
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  Speaker 7: never can die from love. If truly love has been
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  Speaker 7: under the Indian stars, he comes the shadow of Allah Jeha,
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  Speaker 7: the Lord of magnificence, the liege who holds your heart.
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  Speaker 7: The silver doors swing back, and alone with him you hallow.
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  Speaker 7: The armorous knight, whose moon has made such visions in me,
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  Speaker 7: start under the Indian stars. But the end of all
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  Speaker 7: is moaning. I hear his dying breath, that from your
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  Speaker 7: tomb shall never die. For every jasper flower he set
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  Speaker 7: in its dream seems loaning to beauty, a grief mumtazmahel
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  Speaker 7: and unto fate a sigh. End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 7: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 8: Love's Cynic by Cale Young Rice read forlibrivox dot org
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  Speaker 8: byes Kay Love's Cynic one O you poets, ever pretending
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  Speaker 8: love is immortal? Pipe the truth, Empty your books of lies.
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  Speaker 8: The ending of no passion can be youth heaven you
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  Speaker 8: Breathe will join the broken come was the infinite ever wed,
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  Speaker 8: that he must evermore be thinking of your wedding bed. Two.
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  Speaker 8: Pipe the truth, though it clip the glamor out of
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  Speaker 8: your rhymes, and rip your dream do you believe words
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  Speaker 8: can enamor the death and dry up litheustreme death? It
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  Speaker 8: is but a sponge that passes one the a peaceless
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  Speaker 8: ever will squeeze back into Lithie's flood, whose lasting is eternities.
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  Speaker 8: Three false cry you and an unbeseeming blasphemy? Well look around?
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  Speaker 8: Is it not only in blaspheming truth is ever to
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  Speaker 8: be found? Whether it be one thing? I ask you,
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  Speaker 8: lovers and poets, tell I pray? Was there ever a
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  Speaker 8: love oath ended er the judgment? Day? Four?
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  Speaker 9: Oh?
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  Speaker 8: You answer? Ill is in all things? But in an
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  Speaker 8: ancient lie? What's good? Is it not better just to
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  Speaker 8: call things what they are? Not what we would? When
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  Speaker 8: you are clinging to your mistress, love has the phase
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  Speaker 8: of eternity. Cling to her then, But know that wanting
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  Speaker 8: fools the best that be five, Yet her brows and
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  Speaker 8: her eyes that murmur all the music you say of
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  Speaker 8: God press her lips, but a little firmer you will
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  Speaker 8: feel that they are sod. But there is living soul
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  Speaker 8: beyond them, And it is Love's till all things end.
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  Speaker 8: Children alone build paradises with but pence to spend six aho.
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  Speaker 8: Now that is like the cynic pitying runs your poet smile.
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  Speaker 8: He has sat at the devil's clinic with some dead
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  Speaker 8: love up the while dead or alive are one with
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  Speaker 8: passions under the potent knife of truth, they will be
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  Speaker 8: seen composed of craving and a little ruth. Seven. Then
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  Speaker 8: the world on a lie is living. Many a lie
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  Speaker 8: has filled its more better illusion. Though than giving faith
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  Speaker 8: to a fatal, loveless law. There is a certain Socratean
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  Speaker 8: saying that swine of the ditch are sure, Yet do
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  Speaker 8: they prove by their contentment that it will endure? Eight
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  Speaker 8: clasp her clothes. But the truth is in you, though
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  Speaker 8: you have rhymed and rammed it down, hid it with
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  Speaker 8: honey words. That when you reads that you know bedeck
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  Speaker 8: the clown kings, they will call you and uplifters of
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  Speaker 8: your kind. Lord, save the mark that we are still
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  Speaker 8: for fire, dependent on so false a spark. Nine, and
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  Speaker 8: so fond for you hold immortal what has been born
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  Speaker 8: a day or two, but it was destined ay. Your
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  Speaker 8: portal only has God to heed, and you he, with
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  Speaker 8: his thrice three million thirsting whirls in the throes of
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  Speaker 8: death in life surely has time to spare for choosing
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  Speaker 8: your behooveen wife. Ten. By my faith, there is not
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  Speaker 8: a creature mad as a poet pans the breeze. Give
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  Speaker 8: him a mistress and he'll preach her as creation's masterpiece.
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  Speaker 8: Let him but lean for half an hour o'er her lips,
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  Speaker 8: and he will swear that he would dive through death
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  Speaker 8: unfathomed to regain her. There Eleven, and believe that his
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  Speaker 8: oath is able, That there is not in all the
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  Speaker 8: sea water enough to quench the fable of his soul's intensity.
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  Speaker 8: Yet there was never a rose that blossomed and endured
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  Speaker 8: beyond its day. There was never a fire enkindled, but
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  Speaker 8: the great cold had its way. Twelve. Pessimist is your
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  Speaker 8: mortal answer. Wait till the lou wind pierces you.
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  Speaker 1: Wait.
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  Speaker 8: I have been the veriest dancer to it, and dupe
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  Speaker 8: still would do truth to the death. Shall I confess
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  Speaker 8: it for but a moment on one breast? Wherefore I
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  Speaker 8: add and Adam blessed. Who loves one's is like the
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  Speaker 8: rest end of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 10: In a Tropical Garden by Cale Young Rice Readfullyprovoxter's Hogg
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  Speaker 10: by ian king Peridonia selon the sun moves here as
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  Speaker 10: a master mage of nature all day long, with fingers
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  Speaker 10: of heat and light that touch to a mystical growth
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  Speaker 10: all things. The spell of him puts pale time to
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  Speaker 10: sleep as an opiate, strange and strong, and a waft
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  Speaker 10: of his Wand the wind enchantment brings. The python roots
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  Speaker 10: of the rubber tree, where the cobra slips in peace,
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  Speaker 10: are wonders that he is waved from the earth as
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  Speaker 10: a presage of his power. And the giant stems of
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  Speaker 10: the bamboo grass, the poor astounded seas are a marvel
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  Speaker 10: to keep it still hour after hour. The long lianas
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  Speaker 10: that reach in dreamy roots from tree to tree are
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  Speaker 10: dazed with the sense of sap that he calls to
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  Speaker 10: the tangle of their sprays. The scarlet hearted hibiscus stands entranced,
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  Speaker 10: and the torrid bee is hushed upon its rim as
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  Speaker 10: in a maze. And there the palms, the talipot with
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  Speaker 10: its lofty blossom spire, the cocoa nut, and the slim
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  Speaker 10: arica listening await what sorceres of his trembling rays of
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  Speaker 10: equatorial fire will next be laid upon some lesser mate
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  Speaker 10: the river too, that he winds as a magic circle
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  Speaker 10: round the wealth. He is here engendered, has the glide
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  Speaker 10: of a serpent lost in trance, and scents of clove
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  Speaker 10: and cinnamon that sip cool from it in stealth, pour
• 32:49
  Speaker 10: it upon the air like necromance. And down where the
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  Speaker 10: rain tree and the rife bread fruit together lean over
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  Speaker 10: its flow, and the flying foxy hanging head to earth,
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  Speaker 10: suddenly drop, then flap aloft on large bat wing is
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  Speaker 10: seen more of his mazing wizardry in birth all day long.
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  Speaker 10: It is so that his hot hypnotic eye commands with
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  Speaker 10: steady ray, and the earth obedient brings enchantment forth all
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  Speaker 10: night long. In the humid dark, the high voiced hylobands
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  Speaker 10: chant of it in chill strain from south to north.
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  Speaker 10: A wondrous mage in a land whose dreams are made
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  Speaker 10: reality as swift as clouds are made when the young
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  Speaker 10: monsoon is in the south, a land that is born
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  Speaker 10: of the sea, and by it destined air to be
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  Speaker 10: beyond all fear of famishing and drought. End of poem.
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  Speaker 10: Recording is in the public domain. The Wind's Word by
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  Speaker 10: kleng Rice read forlibrivox dot org. By Ian King a
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  Speaker 10: star that I love the sea and I spake together
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  Speaker 10: across the night. Have peace, said the star, Have power,
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  Speaker 10: said the sea. Yea, I answered, and Fame's delight. The
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  Speaker 10: wind on his way to Araby paused and listened and sighed,
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  Speaker 10: and said, I passed on the sands a pharaoh's tomb.
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  Speaker 10: All these did he have, and he is dead. End
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  Speaker 10: of poem. This recording is in a public domain.
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  Speaker 9: The Shrine of Shrines by Kalion Rice Readful, Librivoux dot org.
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  Speaker 9: The Shrine of Shrines There is in Egypt by the
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  Speaker 9: ancient Nile, a temple of impressible stone, stupendous colume, hiroglyph
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  Speaker 9: and known to all the world as Fate's Supremus Shrine.
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  Speaker 9: Half in the breeze, it stands a granite pile, gigantic,
• 35:29
  Speaker 9: stayed bedween in resurrection and awe an inspiration, a dejection
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  Speaker 9: to all who hold the cryptic past divine. The god
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  Speaker 9: of it was Ammon, and the throng of or zipper
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  Speaker 9: from theeps, the royal gated forever at its perfeet. Violence
• 35:48
  Speaker 9: waited while priests poured ever a prophetic song. And yet
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  Speaker 9: this Ammon, who gave Egypt laws is not and is
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  Speaker 9: forgot and was and off boom. This recording is in
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  Speaker 9: the public domain. From a felucca by Klong Rice readful
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  Speaker 9: librifox dot Org. From a felucca a white tomb in
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  Speaker 9: the desert. An Arab had his prayers beside the niles
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  Speaker 9: dark water, where the lone camel fars an ibis on
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  Speaker 9: the sunset, A slow shadow at rest, and in the caravansary,
• 36:37
  Speaker 9: low music.
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  Speaker 6: For the guests.
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  Speaker 9: Above the tawny city. A gleam of minarets resounding the
• 36:46
  Speaker 9: Muazon's clear call as the sun sets. A mystery, a silence,
• 36:53
  Speaker 9: a breathing of strange bomb a peace from Allah on
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  Speaker 9: the wind and on the sky, his calm and of boom.
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  Speaker 9: This recording as in the public domain. The Egyptian Wakes
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  Speaker 9: by Cale Young Rice read for Liberfox dot Org. The
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  Speaker 9: Egyptian Wakes. I awoke at night in my eternal tomb.
• 37:24
  Speaker 9: The desert suns had hid a dozand years, and heard
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  Speaker 9: the Nile crier across the gloom calling the flood has come,
• 37:34
  Speaker 9: besieges the gods. I rose in haste, as one who
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  Speaker 9: blindly hears and sought the butters of grain and wine,
• 37:45
  Speaker 9: called for the praise and surface of devined great ices
• 37:49
  Speaker 9: by the slave who for her plots. But as I
• 37:53
  Speaker 9: passed along, Oh what was this strange face and strange
• 38:01
  Speaker 9: visions and strange veins standing upon the midnight? Oh the
• 38:07
  Speaker 9: pains that swept across my startled thoughts, apiece, I moaned,
• 38:13
  Speaker 9: My body crumbled into dust, and then and then my
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  Speaker 9: soul fled here where all souls must en off boom.
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  Speaker 9: This recording is in a public domain.
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  Speaker 8: The Imam's Parable by Calian Rice read for librivalks dot
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  Speaker 8: Org by Esca The Imam's Parable. Behold, the wind of
• 38:44
  Speaker 8: the desert rose comes in in a shroud of sand
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  Speaker 8: and swept the Libyan waste across to far Somalley land.
• 38:53
  Speaker 8: His voice was thick with the drought of death, and
• 38:56
  Speaker 8: smote the earth as a burning breath, or as a
• 38:59
  Speaker 8: curve which allah saith unto a demon band. The caravan
• 39:05
  Speaker 8: from the oasis of Palm and girt Kirker shuddered and
• 39:09
  Speaker 8: couched in shaken heaps, the horror to endure its mighty shake,
• 39:14
  Speaker 8: like a soul in hell who longs for the lute
• 39:18
  Speaker 8: of Israphel longed for the trickle of Canay's well, imperishably pure.
• 39:25
  Speaker 8: Three days he longed, and the wind three days about
• 39:28
  Speaker 8: him whirled the shroud. Then did a shrill dawn bring
• 39:32
  Speaker 8: the sun, and a gaunt vulture crowd. A few bleak
• 39:36
  Speaker 8: bones on the desert still lie for the judgment day
• 39:40
  Speaker 8: to thrill again into life. If Allah will let not
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  Speaker 8: your heart be proud end if poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 8: in the public domain. Songs of a Seafarer by Cale
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  Speaker 8: Young Rise Redflibrivox dot Org by Escay, Songs of a
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  Speaker 8: Seafarer One. Many are on the sea to day, with
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  Speaker 8: all sails set, The tide rolls in a restive gray.
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  Speaker 8: The wind blows wet. The gull is weary of his wings,
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  Speaker 8: And I'm weary of all things heavy upon me. Longing
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  Speaker 8: lies my sad eyes gaze across the leagues that sink
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  Speaker 8: and rise and sink always. My life has sunk and risen,
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  Speaker 8: so I'd have its seas a while to flow.
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  Speaker 3: Two.
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  Speaker 8: All the winds of the sea weary, all the waves
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  Speaker 8: of the sea rest, All the wands of my heart
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  Speaker 8: settle softly now in my breast. All the stars that
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  Speaker 8: in heaven anchor golden boys of illusioned light send me
• 40:52
  Speaker 8: across the gulf. Promise that I'm faring right. So while
• 40:57
  Speaker 8: clouds that are left lonely have the gay the far
• 41:00
  Speaker 8: west wait so still for the moon's stiller, stealing from
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  Speaker 8: her nest. I am held by a low whisper, haunting
• 41:08
  Speaker 8: afar the vague twilight. Then, with my soul at peace,
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  Speaker 8: whisper hallowedly good night. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 8: in the public domain. A Song of the Sects by
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  Speaker 8: Cale Young Rice readfhalibrivaux dot org by s K. A
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  Speaker 8: Song of the Sects in a Jerusalem tavern a Latin
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  Speaker 8: in Greek. Praise God. Are we Armenian and Copt. And
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  Speaker 8: we're all drunk as drunk can be, for we have
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  Speaker 8: together sopped. Not one of us but spits to the
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  Speaker 8: creed the other's mouth and purr. But we all believe.
• 41:54
  Speaker 8: We all believe in the Holy Sepulcher. The Armenian sings.
• 42:00
  Speaker 8: The Copt comes out of egypt Land, and with a
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  Speaker 8: bragged face, he'll tell you that his father's piled the
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  Speaker 8: pyramids in place in his Monophysite Christ. We set no
• 42:10
  Speaker 8: faith the Blasphema, but we all believe. We all believe
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  Speaker 8: in the Holy Sepulcher. The Latin sings, the Greek will
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  Speaker 8: curse you if you call his icons in mages, and
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  Speaker 8: damns your soul to hell. No purgatory if you please.
• 42:26
  Speaker 8: About procession of the ghost. He's prettily as a burr,
• 42:29
  Speaker 8: but he believes as we all believe in the Holy Sepulcher.
• 42:34
  Speaker 8: The cop sings of heretics, God leaves unburnt Arminians. Or worst,
• 42:40
  Speaker 8: they will not celebrate the day that was for Christ
• 42:43
  Speaker 8: the first. No wine with water mixed for them as well,
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  Speaker 8: mix heathen myrrh, or not believe as we all believe
• 42:51
  Speaker 8: in the Holy Sepulcher. The Greek sings, the Latin swears.
• 42:56
  Speaker 8: This Roman pope is judge infallible, where you may be
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  Speaker 8: very sure the devil from his skull will drink a
• 43:04
  Speaker 8: toast unto all liars who such a lie a were,
• 43:08
  Speaker 8: though they believe as we all believe in the Holy Sepulcher.
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  Speaker 8: The four again a Latin and Greek praise God. Are
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  Speaker 8: we Armenian and copt And we are all drunk as
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  Speaker 8: drunk can be. Far we have together sopped not one
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  Speaker 8: of us but hankers to hang our jews on a juniper,
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  Speaker 8: for we all believe, we all believe in the Holy Sepulcher.
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  Speaker 8: End of poem. This regarding is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 10: The City by Kerly Young Rice, redfollyprovoxs dot org by
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  Speaker 10: Ian King, Soft and fair, By the desert's edge, and
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  Speaker 10: on the dim blue edge of the sea, where white
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  Speaker 10: gulls wing all day and fledge they're young, on the
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  Speaker 10: high cliffs sandy ledge. There is a city I have
• 44:03
  Speaker 10: beheld some time, or where, by day or dream, I
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  Speaker 10: know not which, for it seems inspelled as I am
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  Speaker 10: by its memory. Pale minarets of the prophet pierce above
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  Speaker 10: it into the white of the skies, and sails enchanted
• 44:22
  Speaker 10: a thousand years flit at its feet, while fancy steers.
• 44:28
  Speaker 10: No face of all its faces to me is known,
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  Speaker 10: no passion of it or pain. It is but a
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  Speaker 10: city by the sea, enshrined forever beyond my eyes. End
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  Speaker 10: of poem. This recording is in public domain via Amorosa
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  Speaker 10: by Kailyng Rice Readfollyprovox dot Org by Ian King. Two AhR.
• 45:05
  Speaker 10: When we two walk my love on the path the
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  Speaker 10: moon makes over the sea to the end of the world,
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  Speaker 10: where sorrow hath an end that is ecstasy. Should we
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  Speaker 10: not think of the other road of wearying dust and
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  Speaker 10: stone our feet would fare, did each but care to
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  Speaker 10: follow the way alone? When we two slip at night
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  Speaker 10: to the skies and find one star that we keep
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  Speaker 10: as a trysting place to which our eyes may lead,
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  Speaker 10: our souls ere sleep, should we not pause for a
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  Speaker 10: little space and think how many must sigh because they
• 45:44
  Speaker 10: gaze over starry ways with no heart comrade by, when
• 45:51
  Speaker 10: we two then lie down to our dreams that deepen
• 45:54
  Speaker 10: still the delight of our wandering, where stars and streams
• 45:59
  Speaker 10: stray in immortal light. Should we not grieve with the
• 46:04
  Speaker 10: myriads from east of Earth to west, who lay them
• 46:08
  Speaker 10: down at night but to drown the longing for some
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  Speaker 10: loved breast? Ah Yes, for life has a thousand gifts,
• 46:19
  Speaker 10: but love it is gives life who walks through his
• 46:23
  Speaker 10: world alone e'er lifts a soul that is sorrow rife.
• 46:29
  Speaker 10: But they to whom it is given to tread the
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  Speaker 10: moon path and not sink, can ever say the unhappiest
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  Speaker 10: way Earth has is fair to the brink and a poem.
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  Speaker 10: This recording is in a public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Thus get Hiroshima I Kill, Young Rice read for lebrevoks
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  Speaker 1: dot Org by Larry Wilson. Softly the bamboo bends as
• 47:02
  Speaker 1: the sun sinks down, and glowing softer, the willow ends
• 47:06
  Speaker 1: aside to the dusk. Around quickly, the brief bat winds
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  Speaker 1: his flitteering way through flowing fields of autumn air that
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  Speaker 1: are hushed the city. Sound, temple and thatch and stream
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  Speaker 1: are forgetting the light that lingers mountain and mist in
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  Speaker 1: dream already are lost afar faintingly comes the beam of
• 47:29
  Speaker 1: the moon. Then viewless fingers tinkle, a samisen, and astir
• 47:35
  Speaker 1: on the east is a star in the poem. This
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  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: The Wonder by Chale Young Rice read for Libovox A
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  Speaker 3: wark when moon light on the face of the Great
• 47:57
  Speaker 3: Buddha falls as he sits in Navara on the shores
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  Speaker 3: of Kamakura, when the pines about him placed soft shadows
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  Speaker 3: at his feet, like offerings of penitence and tears. I
• 48:12
  Speaker 3: hear in the grace of the winds low Susuda, a
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  Speaker 3: voice that caused me still to my home within the west.
• 48:20
  Speaker 3: But I've lingered over long in the east. Strange Arcana
• 48:24
  Speaker 3: and no more is their desire within my breast. I
• 48:31
  Speaker 3: left it when a boy that far home, and alas
• 48:35
  Speaker 3: twas so fair that my dreaming earth had fair, was
• 48:39
  Speaker 3: a madness. I left it for the joy of wondering
• 48:43
  Speaker 3: the world and heathen hearted lands have I beheld. But
• 48:49
  Speaker 3: when at last kloy of delight brought sadness like lotus
• 48:53
  Speaker 3: to my veins, and forgetfulness seemed fate, I had furred
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  Speaker 3: onto the shrine and the moon as now as beaming,
• 49:02
  Speaker 3: And here have I awaited and await. But not for
• 49:07
  Speaker 3: any gift of its God, or any grace that in
• 49:10
  Speaker 3: living or in dying men in texts or sutra sigh for,
• 49:16
  Speaker 3: and not for any shrift Navara has, or skies or
• 49:21
  Speaker 3: paradise imperishably smiles. But only for the sift of the
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  Speaker 3: wind that seems to die, for my souls enduring peace
• 49:30
  Speaker 3: in the dwelling of the tumb And only for the
• 49:34
  Speaker 3: drift of the moon that comes, denying eternity to everything
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  Speaker 3: but doom and of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 3: public domain. In a Shinto temple garden by Kao Young
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  Speaker 3: Rice read for the box of work under the tory
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  Speaker 3: rolled in green, The old priest creeps to the shrine
• 50:08
  Speaker 3: over the bridge. The still stork stands. The crow calls
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  Speaker 3: not in the pine. Far in the distance, Bugos glow
• 50:19
  Speaker 3: War's bloody memory wakes. The priest prays all for his
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  Speaker 3: sons that are dead, and the heart within him breaks
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  Speaker 3: and of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 50:43
  Speaker 3: Far Fujiyama by Kale Young Rice read for the brivoxal
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  Speaker 3: worg against the phantom gold of failing skies. I see
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  Speaker 3: the ghost of Fujiyama rise, and think of the innumerable
• 50:58
  Speaker 3: eyes that have beheld held its vision. Sunset crowned the
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  Speaker 3: peasant in his field of rice or tea, the prince
• 51:06
  Speaker 3: in gardens dreaming by the sea, the priest to whom
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  Speaker 3: the semi in the tree was but some shrilling soul's
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  Speaker 3: incornate sound. And as I think upon them, low the
• 51:19
  Speaker 3: trends of backward time and distant circumstances of Karma's all
• 51:24
  Speaker 3: remembering necroments lies suddenly before my boundless sight. It is
• 51:30
  Speaker 3: as if a movement buddhahood were given to me, as
• 51:35
  Speaker 3: if understood a last or vague Nirvana's vaguer good, as
• 51:39
  Speaker 3: if time were dissolved in living light end of poem.
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  Speaker 3: This recording is in the public domain. On Miatima Mountain
• 51:55
  Speaker 3: by Kale Young Rice read for Libervo sta worg out
• 52:00
  Speaker 3: on the sea, the sand pan's ride, and the mountains
• 52:04
  Speaker 3: brim with mist and sun.
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  Speaker 8: Oh.
• 52:07
  Speaker 3: We are in Japan again, and the spell is about
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  Speaker 3: us spawn the spell of the old enchanted east of
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  Speaker 3: Buddha and many a blissful priest, the spell that has
• 52:18
  Speaker 3: never never ceased to haunt us. Glad we behold the
• 52:23
  Speaker 3: temple tops and the lanterns in religious roles, standing like
• 52:27
  Speaker 3: acolytes of stone, where the pines and camphor grow and
• 52:32
  Speaker 3: o'er them the old Pagoda prays blessing upon their dreaming
• 52:37
  Speaker 3: days and upon the eightfold sacred ways from sorrow Ah
• 52:43
  Speaker 3: and the toty two is there where the tranced Sea
• 52:47
  Speaker 3: enters to his shrine daily with tidal mysery and majesty divine.
• 52:53
  Speaker 3: He enters now as the nuptial sea of love first
• 52:57
  Speaker 3: entered our hearts, to be lured it ties eternally and
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  Speaker 3: master and of poem. This recording is in a public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Old Age might Kill Young Rice read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 1: Org by Larry Wilson. I have heard the wild geese.
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  Speaker 1: I have seen the leaves fall there as frost last
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  Speaker 1: night on the garden wall. It is gone to day,
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  Speaker 1: and I hear the wind call the wind. That is all.
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  Speaker 1: If the swallow will light wind, evening is near. If
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  Speaker 1: the crane will not scream like a soul in fear,
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  Speaker 1: I will think no more of the dying year and
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  Speaker 1: the wind its sear end the poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: On the Young Sick Young by cal Young Rice, redfulibrivox
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  Speaker 6: dot Org by Caroline, On the Young Sick Young, Down
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  Speaker 6: the young sea, bat wing junk and tatdemellion sumpan glide,
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  Speaker 6: sails of brown and black and yellow swinging down the
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  Speaker 6: Youngtze bat wing junks, fish eyed, and gaudy take the
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  Speaker 6: tide forth to the sea. In sloth they ride, the
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  Speaker 6: coolies singing oft. In the field, the peasant toils, and
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  Speaker 6: along the canal the low to house slip fruit of
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  Speaker 6: the red persimmon piled upon them. Off in the field,
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  Speaker 6: the peasant toils with lip and brow, the dull year's strip,
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  Speaker 6: bare of the dreams of life, whose grip has grimly
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  Speaker 6: draw on them. High on the hill, the Yamen rests,
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  Speaker 6: and the temple beside it sleeps. In sun far in
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  Speaker 6: the distance faints the city Durary. High on the hill,
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  Speaker 6: the Yamen rests, and dun dead shadows or it run.
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  Speaker 6: This is the land where time begun and now grows
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  Speaker 6: weary and of on the Youngtzek Young. This recording is
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  Speaker 6: in the public domain. The Sea Armies by Kail Young
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  Speaker 6: Rice Readfullybrovos dot Org by Carolyn. The Sea Armies, the
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  Speaker 6: wild Sea Armies, led by the wind, are following in
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  Speaker 6: our wake, white crested, shouting, millions moving on. They have
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  Speaker 6: broken their camp of corm and or the world's rebellion,
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  Speaker 6: make with banner of clouds and mist above them drawn.
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  Speaker 6: They have heard the call of infinite death, the ordering
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  Speaker 6: of his word. Arise, Go forth and conquer where ye can,
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  Speaker 6: For that is the only.
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  Speaker 4: Law ye know.
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  Speaker 6: Its mandate men have heard. Let them beware when they
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  Speaker 6: your path would span, Let them beware, For I am
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  Speaker 6: Lord of all that on earth has name, and unto
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  Speaker 6: you is given most my might.
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  Speaker 4: Ride on.
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  Speaker 6: Ye have many a ship to rent, and many a
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  Speaker 6: must to maim, and many a land to lush, and
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  Speaker 6: soul to fright. So on they ride a ravaging horde
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  Speaker 6: from shore to shuddering shore, beyond us in the bleak,
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  Speaker 6: star buried dawn. Nor know that when they have camped again,
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  Speaker 6: then and sleep life will restore unto her world the
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  Speaker 6: hope they have withdrawn and of the sea armies. This
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  Speaker 6: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: The Christian in Exile by Cale Young Rice read for
• 57:25
  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot Org by Larry Wilson, Mandalay. The palms along
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  Speaker 1: the old fort wall are paling, The mountains of the
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  Speaker 1: evening light are red. The moon has dropped into the
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  Speaker 1: moat from heaven. A spell barbaric over all is spread.
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  Speaker 1: But what is that to him? A stranger lonely in
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  Speaker 1: a land strange to all his faith in dim He
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  Speaker 1: cares not for old splendors. He would only hear on
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  Speaker 1: the air a simple Sabbath hymn. The paddy birds, their
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  Speaker 1: snowy flight, are taking from the tall unto their nest.
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  Speaker 1: The bullock carts along the road are creaking. The bugles
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  Speaker 1: or the wall are sounding. Rest on a calm jetty
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  Speaker 1: looking off Timbecca Sons of Mohammet watch the low day's rim.
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  Speaker 1: He too is waiting for it, with an echo upon
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  Speaker 1: his lips of a believer's hymn. The red Gate towers
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  Speaker 1: rise against the twilight. The palace of the Heathen King
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  Speaker 1: is hid, the white bridge bent across the moat beside
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  Speaker 1: it seems now of all a holiness rid. He wishes
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  Speaker 1: it were so with all this city whose Buddha built.
• 58:37
  Speaker 1: Pagoda's skyward swim. But he can only gaze on them
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  Speaker 1: and pity, and seeing within his heart a Christian hymn
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  Speaker 1: in the poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: The Barsi woman, I kill you, young Rice, read Folibevax dot
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  Speaker 7: org by Anusha a year the Parsi woman at Bombay,
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  Speaker 7: cast me out from among you. I will not see
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  Speaker 7: my child laid aloft where the vultures may clamor for
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  Speaker 7: him wild. The earth you say is holy, not to
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  Speaker 7: be soiled by death. And a Parsi still should hold
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  Speaker 7: divine what Zoroaster said, aye, And so I will hold it.
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  Speaker 7: But see his pale, sweet face, as pure as the
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  Speaker 7: palest flower left dead in spring's embrace. The sun we
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  Speaker 7: worship daily shrined it for seven years. Then shall it
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  Speaker 7: go to cruel beaks there where the sea wind vears, no, no, no,
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  Speaker 7: though you send me a beggar from your door, You,
• 1:00:00
  Speaker 7: my lord, whom I honor, and you his sisters fall,
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  Speaker 7: to whom there have come no children to make your
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  Speaker 7: bosoms feel. How even a thought so full of throw
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  Speaker 7: can make my sick brain reel. Ah, you are deaf,
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  Speaker 7: You scorn me and loath as a thing defiled. My Lord,
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  Speaker 7: I am but a woman who longs to see her
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  Speaker 7: child laid in a tomb and treasured under the shrouding sod.
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  Speaker 7: Or would I had never given birth? Or that earth
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  Speaker 7: had no god? And of poem? This recording isn't the
• 1:00:42
  Speaker 7: public to me Shahjaha to mumtazmahel by kill young Rice,
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  Speaker 7: read for libebatstat og by anusha Ayar Shahjaha to Mumtazmahil.
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  Speaker 7: I see as in a pale mirage, the palm that
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  Speaker 7: o'er you sways, the waters of the Jumna one are
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  Speaker 7: beating one pearl cloud like a fur off doge. A
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  Speaker 7: dome of grief betrays its beauty as was yours will
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  Speaker 7: be too fleeting. The world is wider than I knew,
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  Speaker 7: now that your face is gone while you were here.
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  Speaker 7: No destiny seemed boundless. So I am lost and find
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  Speaker 7: no clue to any dusk or dawn. Life has become
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  Speaker 7: a quest, decayed and groundless. Come back, come back, or
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  Speaker 7: let me find the jungle leads at last unto your
• 1:01:51
  Speaker 7: lips and bosom recreated, or somewhere I again must wind
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  Speaker 7: my arms about you, cast into one word, my love
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  Speaker 7: all unabated. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 7: public domain. Princess Johannara by ker Young Rice read Forlibevaks
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  Speaker 7: dot Org by Anusha a year Princess Jahanara, where the
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  Speaker 7: road leads from Delhi to the south, and dingy camel
• 1:02:31
  Speaker 7: trains creep in the dust, past ruined heaps of old
• 1:02:36
  Speaker 7: Phirozabad and Indropat unpitied of the draft by a lone tree,
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  Speaker 7: above a pool whose sad prayer water all the turban
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  Speaker 7: people trust is a heat hidden tomb, and on it
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  Speaker 7: just a few faint blades of bent and grieving grass.
• 1:02:57
  Speaker 7: Jahannaras it is with ready mouth, a Muslim tells the stranger.
• 1:03:03
  Speaker 7: Once she said, the covering of the poor is only grass.
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  Speaker 7: Let it be mine alone when I am dead? And
• 1:03:12
  Speaker 7: who has stood there? Where about her rest? Rise high
• 1:03:17
  Speaker 7: imperial tombs knows hers is the best end of poem.
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  Speaker 7: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: A Singalese love lament by kle Young Rice read fuleibrovostot
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  Speaker 6: org by Caroline A Singalese love lament as the cocoanut
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  Speaker 6: palm that pines my love away from the sound of
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  Speaker 6: the planter's voice. Am I for I hear no more
• 1:03:52
  Speaker 6: resound your song by the pearl strewn sea. The sun
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  Speaker 6: may come, and the moon wax round and in its
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  Speaker 6: beam my mates may rejoice, but I feast not, and
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  Speaker 6: my heart is dumb as I long o long for
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  Speaker 6: thee in the jungle deeps, where the cobra creeps, the
• 1:04:15
  Speaker 6: leopard lies in wait for me. But o my love
• 1:04:19
  Speaker 6: when the daylight dies. There is more to my dread
• 1:04:23
  Speaker 6: than he hush lonely tears that assail my eyes are
• 1:04:28
  Speaker 6: worse to bear, for the misery that makes them well
• 1:04:33
  Speaker 6: is the long, long years that I moan away from thee.
• 1:04:39
  Speaker 6: Oh again again in my catamaran a keel, Would I
• 1:04:43
  Speaker 6: push to your pawmie door again? Would I hear the
• 1:04:47
  Speaker 6: heave and hush of your song by the plant and tree?
• 1:04:52
  Speaker 6: But far away do I toil and crush the hopes
• 1:04:55
  Speaker 6: that arise at my sick heart's core. For never knee Yeah,
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  Speaker 6: does it come the day that draws me again to
• 1:05:04
  Speaker 6: the end of a single liese love lament. This recording
• 1:05:10
  Speaker 6: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Meredith by Cale Young Rice, read for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 2: by Joshua Yuriyanza. What am I reading? He is dead,
• 1:05:31
  Speaker 2: he the great interpreter and seer, England's noblest head. What
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  Speaker 2: am I reading? It is hushed the deepest voice that
• 1:05:42
  Speaker 2: life had found to read a century, profound, with all time,
• 1:05:48
  Speaker 2: seaf andster Why it is but a scanty score of days?
• 1:05:56
  Speaker 2: Since at his side, clasping his hand with more than pride,
• 1:06:03
  Speaker 2: I felt that the immortal tide of his great mind,
• 1:06:06
  Speaker 2: with long gray war, the cold command of death, still
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  Speaker 2: in my ear, is echoing the surf of his strong words.
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  Speaker 2: And still against the loud trees on the hill his
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  Speaker 2: cottage sheltered under, I see the toss of his gray
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  Speaker 2: locks like leers, For he had felt the sting of
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  Speaker 2: all too greatly, given the kingdom of his mind to
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  Speaker 2: those who foreheld him bath O, England, guard thy living
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  Speaker 2: like him from a like fate, For not the mighty
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  Speaker 2: thunder of thy proud name from all the rocks of
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  Speaker 2: all the world can compensate a nation whom no song
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  Speaker 2: makes glad, and whom no seer makes great. End of Palm.
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  Speaker 2: This reading is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: On the Arabian Gulf by cal Young Rice readfullybrovox dot
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  Speaker 6: org by Caroline. On the Arabian Gulf, from a far
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  Speaker 6: minaret of faithful cloud, a wraith mouisin of the sunset
• 1:07:30
  Speaker 6: cried over the sea that swung with sultan pride Allie's beauty.
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  Speaker 6: There is none beside Allie's beauty not to be denied
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  Speaker 6: by death or any infidel dark browt and every wave
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  Speaker 6: that worshiped every one under the mosque of Heaven arching high,
• 1:07:52
  Speaker 6: lifted a white cress with assenting sigh, and then said,
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  Speaker 6: let all gods but Allah die. Yeah, let all gods
• 1:08:01
  Speaker 6: until the world shall cry. Beauty alone is left under
• 1:08:06
  Speaker 6: the sun. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 6: public domain. The ramesid by kl Young Rice read Flebrovos
• 1:08:21
  Speaker 6: dot org by Caroline. The ramsit upon an image of
• 1:08:28
  Speaker 6: immortal stone seated and vast the moon of Loxur falls,
• 1:08:33
  Speaker 6: lending to it a stillness that appalls a mystery, Ossyrian
• 1:08:38
  Speaker 6: and strange. The hands out placed upon the knees in
• 1:08:42
  Speaker 6: lone and placid majesty, reveal the power of Egypt in
• 1:08:47
  Speaker 6: her most triumphal hour, the calm of tyranny that cannot change.
• 1:08:53
  Speaker 6: It is of that great king who heard the cries
• 1:08:57
  Speaker 6: of millions toiled to lift him to the skies, who
• 1:09:01
  Speaker 6: saw them perish at their task like flies, yet to
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  Speaker 6: let no eye of pity.
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  Speaker 8: Or them range.
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  Speaker 6: What rude then, if his desecrated face rots now at
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  Speaker 6: Cairo in a mummy case. End of poem. This recording
• 1:09:21
  Speaker 6: is in the public domain.
• 1:09:28
  Speaker 2: Immortal Pose by Kell Young Rice read for Libervox dot
• 1:09:33
  Speaker 2: org by Joshua Uransa. At pedrashein between the Pyramids, I
• 1:09:40
  Speaker 2: saw the wound signfold up his penguins and sink him
• 1:09:44
  Speaker 2: to the nether worlds of imminians. Orsett sent yell on
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  Speaker 2: the Egyptian dead. I saw the ancient desert that outbeds
• 1:09:54
  Speaker 2: the now for the day It lands between them, spread
• 1:09:57
  Speaker 2: flinging over Memphis that is vanished. Another sound of sand
• 1:10:02
  Speaker 2: then bit his minions. The winds lie down upon the
• 1:10:07
  Speaker 2: groundless back. I saw where temple's vowed to serapis and
• 1:10:12
  Speaker 2: granite splendors. Men named ironic are kept by time in
• 1:10:17
  Speaker 2: silence and sardonic concealment, money and deep mystic tombs. And
• 1:10:25
  Speaker 2: when stars came now in quiet wiss I heard eternity
• 1:10:30
  Speaker 2: with all its dums past and to come sound softly,
• 1:10:36
  Speaker 2: the monoonic of death, who wants all worlds, that life
• 1:10:42
  Speaker 2: and worms, and of poem. This recording is in the
• 1:10:48
  Speaker 2: public domain. The conscript by kel Young Rice read for
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  Speaker 2: LibriVox dot word by Joshua Answer. The camel at the
• 1:11:03
  Speaker 2: old Sacon Yay toils around and round. Awory is he
• 1:11:08
  Speaker 2: of the nile and of the willing sound of the
• 1:11:13
  Speaker 2: slow whale. He turns all day to lift the water
• 1:11:17
  Speaker 2: on its way over the fields of Ahmed Bay, that
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  Speaker 2: with green grain abound. Aw Or he is two of Falahin,
• 1:11:30
  Speaker 2: who compel him on with thick voiced chanting, till the
• 1:11:33
  Speaker 2: day over the west has gone. For the bold desert
• 1:11:39
  Speaker 2: was he made the Baydouin his lord to aid not
• 1:11:44
  Speaker 2: for this peasant will of trade that ever must be drawn.
• 1:11:49
  Speaker 2: But on he toils, while Dahabille in dark Luka glide
• 1:11:56
  Speaker 2: will hull him on the glassy flow of the gray tired, Then,
• 1:12:02
  Speaker 2: when the knight has come, lies down and sleep with
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  Speaker 2: a servile day to drown, like all whom my turns
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  Speaker 2: the brown from their true faith aside. End of Home.
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  Speaker 6: Navi Signota by Cale Young Rice Readfulibrivox dot Org by
• 1:12:28
  Speaker 6: Caroline Navi Signota. Lord, what ship goes forth? Today? I
• 1:12:36
  Speaker 6: see her setting west? Shall she have thy winds or
• 1:12:39
  Speaker 6: right starts to guide her with their light? Shall she
• 1:12:43
  Speaker 6: sweep the seats tonight of land and harbor? Rest awful
• 1:12:49
  Speaker 6: is thy ocean wrath? And none can chat thy shoulders
• 1:12:53
  Speaker 6: when storm unassuaging, half blotted sun and planet path? Shall
• 1:12:59
  Speaker 6: she Lord escape the scarf and live with all her souls?
• 1:13:06
  Speaker 6: For it is a beauteous thing that ships should sail
• 1:13:11
  Speaker 6: the sea. Splendid is their plungent swing into waves that
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  Speaker 6: foam and fling maelstroms at their boughs to bring them
• 1:13:22
  Speaker 6: down to destiny. And she, too, courageous, rides away into
• 1:13:29
  Speaker 6: the gloom. Now her lights are lost in tides of
• 1:13:33
  Speaker 6: the windy spray that glides through the darkness. Lord abides
• 1:13:39
  Speaker 6: thy dove with her, or doom? I shall no perhaps
• 1:13:44
  Speaker 6: some day or, knowing not recall how my heart was
• 1:13:49
  Speaker 6: fain to pray for a ship that bravely lay to
• 1:13:53
  Speaker 6: her task. O Lord, so may each vessel of aas
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  Speaker 6: soul and of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 1:14:10
  Speaker 2: The Cross of the Sepulcher by Kell Young Rice, Redverlevervox
• 1:14:15
  Speaker 2: dot Org. By Joshua Viansa. Within the Holy Supulcher breast high,
• 1:14:22
  Speaker 2: there is a cross on kind lips have kissed millions.
• 1:14:26
  Speaker 2: The world to dust has long to missed, millions that
• 1:14:29
  Speaker 2: now hope of it, but to die pilgrims. I saw
• 1:14:34
  Speaker 2: from out far fervid lands of superstition, north and west
• 1:14:40
  Speaker 2: and south bend to it, each a trembling reverend. Now
• 1:14:46
  Speaker 2: then nail or Christ was said to loose Death's bands.
• 1:14:51
  Speaker 2: And then I wondered if he who believed in the
• 1:14:55
  Speaker 2: One God were wounded sore by this, whether he sh
• 1:15:00
  Speaker 2: at each ascetic kiss, or knowing how humanity is grieved
• 1:15:06
  Speaker 2: those two that is better to give hope than truth,
• 1:15:10
  Speaker 2: if only one is in man's skull end of home.
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  Speaker 2: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 9: The Nun by Kill Young Rice, Readfu Liverfox dot Org.
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  Speaker 6: The Noune.
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  Speaker 9: A lone palm leans in the moonlight over a convent wall.
• 1:15:41
  Speaker 9: The sea below is waking and breaking with quiet heave
• 1:15:45
  Speaker 9: and fall. A young nun sits at the window, for
• 1:15:50
  Speaker 9: heavens is too fair, Yet even the dove of God
• 1:15:54
  Speaker 9: might nest in her bosom, bidding there. A lone sip
• 1:15:59
  Speaker 9: sails from the harbor. Whom does it bear away her lover?
• 1:16:04
  Speaker 9: Whosin heard that has parted and left her? But to pray?
• 1:16:09
  Speaker 9: She has no lover, nor ever has heard of our
• 1:16:13
  Speaker 9: love's sigh. Only the convent fasper fowl has ever damned
• 1:16:18
  Speaker 9: her eye. For nod know see of her beauty more
• 1:16:24
  Speaker 9: than the palm of its peace, And who, beyond Christ's
• 1:16:28
  Speaker 9: portal to mortal desires, would bend her knees. The ways
• 1:16:33
  Speaker 9: of the world have flowers, and any who will pluck those,
• 1:16:38
  Speaker 9: But let there ever be a place where none may
• 1:16:41
  Speaker 9: pluck God's rose and of boom. This recording is in
• 1:16:48
  Speaker 9: a public domain.
• 1:16:53
  Speaker 6: Ol Pinchant by Cale Young Rice read for librovos dot
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  Speaker 6: Org by Caroline pine Chant. I'm tramping through the mountains.
• 1:17:04
  Speaker 6: They are rising white around me, snow peaks like patriarchs
• 1:17:09
  Speaker 6: that winter has enthroned I'm tramping up the valleys where
• 1:17:14
  Speaker 6: the cataracts sound me thunders they have shrilly from eternity intoned.
• 1:17:22
  Speaker 6: I'm tramping through the mountains with the clouds for my companions,
• 1:17:27
  Speaker 6: soft clouds that float and cling from crag to cloven crag.
• 1:17:32
  Speaker 6: I'm passing by the chalets that overhang the high canyons,
• 1:17:37
  Speaker 6: passing where the shepherds and the flock they pipe to lag.
• 1:17:42
  Speaker 6: I'm tramping through the mountains where the pines and prout
• 1:17:46
  Speaker 6: procession climb like a hardy host to halo heights of sun.
• 1:17:53
  Speaker 6: I'm listening for the sallies of the avalanches, Hessian hurl
• 1:17:58
  Speaker 6: of ice and graun Night into gulfs Avanion. I'm tramping
• 1:18:04
  Speaker 6: through the mountains, and the wind is yodling to me
• 1:18:08
  Speaker 6: yearnings of the glaciers to float to summer lands, and
• 1:18:13
  Speaker 6: treading up the valleys with no wanting to undo me.
• 1:18:18
  Speaker 6: For to day I'm go less, and the great God
• 1:18:22
  Speaker 6: understands and of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 1:18:34
  Speaker 11: The Man of Might by Cale Young Rice, read for
• 1:18:39
  Speaker 11: LibriVox dot Org. No moment drooped between his thought and action,
• 1:18:46
  Speaker 11: No morrow died between his dream. Indeed within his soul.
• 1:18:52
  Speaker 11: There was no fatal action that could betray him in
• 1:18:57
  Speaker 11: his hour of need.
• 1:19:00
  Speaker 8: In the palm.
• 1:19:01
  Speaker 11: This recording is in the public domain.
• 1:19:10
  Speaker 3: In Times of Awe by Cale Young Rice read for
• 1:19:14
  Speaker 3: thebbox dot Org. The fierce seas sunset over the world
• 1:19:19
  Speaker 3: springs like a wounded spirit. The waves all day have
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  Speaker 3: hissed and hurled their fangs, and their spray has swept
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  Speaker 3: and swirled, and ships in the gray gale's lair have
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  Speaker 3: furled their sails. Well may they fear it. The night
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  Speaker 3: will be but a monstrous seeth of terrace elemental. The
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  Speaker 3: clouds will wrap in a ghastly wreath of gloom, the
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  Speaker 3: wings that in them breathe, and all that lives in
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  Speaker 3: the sea beneath by fear shall be made gentle and
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  Speaker 3: sink down down to the nether deeps, below the foam,
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  Speaker 3: and fretting down where the se helen water sleeps away
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  Speaker 3: and the slow sand coldly creeps over the lone rack
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  Speaker 3: which death keeps to guard him against forgetting. And there
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  Speaker 3: in the ominous, vast calm they'll harbor like enchanted chill shapes.
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  Speaker 3: He had strangely conjured from the silence of his masterdom
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  Speaker 3: there flowed till again they filled the qualm of hunger
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  Speaker 3: throat than panted, and then once more far up with
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  Speaker 3: the spring to drift and sport and plunder, sharp ill
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  Speaker 3: and wail and devil, thing with tooth to re ren
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  Speaker 3: and tail to sting to the sea of God does horror,
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  Speaker 3: clean and haunting, past all wonder and of poem. This
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  Speaker 3: recording is in the public domain. Sunrise in Utah, like
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  Speaker 3: kil young rice, ran from the revox stonward the dun
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  Speaker 3: sand cliffs that break the desert sea, rose suddenly upon
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  Speaker 3: by sight at dawn, and terrible in an eternity of death,
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  Speaker 3: took silently the sunrise on purple funeral from rifted skies
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  Speaker 3: swept down across their proudster reality, only to die. As
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  Speaker 3: here all glory dies on barrenness. I did not dream
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  Speaker 3: could be, Oh God, for a bird's song, or opening
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  Speaker 3: lips off, but one flower upon the fatal air. For
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  Speaker 3: but the voice of water as it drips or stir
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  Speaker 3: of leaves the day wing makes aware, Oh God, for
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  Speaker 3: these for life, or from the face of the world
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  Speaker 3: wipe so irreparable a place and of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 3: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 12: Consolation by Kayley Young right, read for LibriVox dot org
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  Speaker 12: by Colleen Gonzales. Come to me, shadows down the hill,
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  Speaker 12: lie softly at my feet. The sun has worked his
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  Speaker 12: will and the day is done. Come to me softly
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  Speaker 12: and distill your dews and dreams that heat and hours
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  Speaker 12: of heartless glare have overrun. Come to me, shadows down
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  Speaker 12: the hill, and bring with you the night fire flies
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  Speaker 12: and the whipper will, and ah the moon, whose soft
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  Speaker 12: interpretings can still the tangled tongues of right and wrong,
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  Speaker 12: and hope and fear that haunt the noon. Come to me,
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  Speaker 12: shadows down the hill, and let there follow sleep, which
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  Speaker 12: is God's tidal will that overflows the world, obliterating ill,
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  Speaker 12: and in its soothing sweep murmuring more of mercy than
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  Speaker 12: man knows. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 12: public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Waves by kill Young Rice read for librovox dot org
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  Speaker 1: by Larry Wilson. The evening sails come home with twilight
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  Speaker 1: in their wings, the harbor light across the gloam springs,
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  Speaker 1: the wind sings, the waves begin to tell the sea's
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  Speaker 1: night's sorrow, or weaving within their ancient spell more than
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  Speaker 1: earth'slore the rising moon wafts strange, low lures across the
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  Speaker 1: tide on which my dim thoughts seem to range, stride
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  Speaker 1: upon stride, until with flooding thrill they seem at last
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  Speaker 1: to blend with waves from that eternal will wind without end.
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  Speaker 1: In a poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 9: Face ultimachal young rise read follybevox dot org face ultima.
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  Speaker 9: There is no day but leads me to a pick
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  Speaker 9: impossible to scale, a task at which my hands must fail.
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  Speaker 9: I see I cannot swim or sail. There is no
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  Speaker 9: night I suffer through, but destiny rules turn and pale.
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  Speaker 9: And yet what I am meant to do I will do.
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  Speaker 9: Ere death drop his veil, and it shall be no
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  Speaker 9: little thing, though to oblivion it fall, For I shall
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  Speaker 9: strive to it, throw all that can impril or appall.
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  Speaker 9: So at each morning's trumpet ring, I mount again, less
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  Speaker 9: slave and troll, and at the barriers, gladly fling a
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  Speaker 9: fortitude that scorns to crawl and of bomb. This recall
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  Speaker 9: Worring is in the public domain.