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Houses of Sin-Vincent O'Sullivan · Edgar Allan Poe Poems

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  Speaker 1: Houses of Sin by Vincent O'Sullivan. This is a LibriVox recording.
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  Speaker 1: by Anneali sa Bodka Prelude Remnants of passion, remnants of
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  Speaker 1: defeat Ye, rags and motley of worn out desire. Unto
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  Speaker 1: my hearth rug, drag your torpid feet and light a
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  Speaker 1: barren fire, bleak days of idle sin, with madness, shod wishes,
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  Speaker 1: scarce wished before they had an end, the fear of
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  Speaker 1: Satan and the fear of God. Now with the ashes
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  Speaker 1: blend mean hours spent morning, worthless things of earth, sorrows
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  Speaker 1: and loves. I was too tired to spurn ye and
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  Speaker 1: the weariness which gave ye birth. Come hither now and burn.
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  Speaker 1: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: The Houses of Sin by Vincent O'Sullivan read for libervox
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  Speaker 2: dot Org by Romannoble Romannoble dot com. The street lay
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  Speaker 2: tremulous and yellow light, which mingled with the blackness of
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  Speaker 2: the night. Soft murmured laughters sounded everywhere, and sobs like
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  Speaker 2: laughter glided on the air. While on the steps grouped
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  Speaker 2: round each open door, sweet person stood and gazed on
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  Speaker 2: Heaven's floor. Then as a perfumed wind came glancing by
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  Speaker 2: and kissed me with its melancholy sigh, and wooed me
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  Speaker 2: to its lair of flowered, haunted rooms. Would you go there,
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  Speaker 2: a voice said, low and charmed my willing ear. Would
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  Speaker 2: you take part with those who give the cheer and
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  Speaker 2: yon gaze scene and look on those who lie neath
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  Speaker 2: every instant's frightened canopy. Ah well, I knew that only
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  Speaker 2: to escape the horrid crew of daily tiresome deeds, the
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  Speaker 2: noisome crowd of those who seek themselves and seek aloud,
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  Speaker 2: who think austerity a prick of pin, and folly call
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  Speaker 2: to dignify its sin, I had all hailed the infamous.
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  Speaker 2: Then yes, I said to him who soothed my loneliness,
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  Speaker 2: and looked upon his face. He was a man on
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  Speaker 2: whom some strange disgrace had settled in the morning of
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  Speaker 2: his years and bowed him to a life of shame
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  Speaker 2: and tears. Pride and humility mingled in his mien, the
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  Speaker 2: servant of the servant of a queen. Come let us go,
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  Speaker 2: he cried, and passed along with hasty steps between the
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  Speaker 2: mighty throng. Onward we pressed through crowds with laughter lit
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  Speaker 2: till at a house where avarice was writ and scarlet letters,
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  Speaker 2: he said, get you in. This is the first house
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  Speaker 2: in the street of Sin. An ancient dame was sitting
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  Speaker 2: at a wheel with which she spun the gold threads
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  Speaker 2: of her reel, and all her threads she twined in
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  Speaker 2: little rolls around her bodkins, which were human souls. Here
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  Speaker 2: all is peace, quoth she, But you descry just opposite
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  Speaker 2: a house of revelry. There doth she dwell, for whom
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  Speaker 2: I eat the dust. My ever good and constant neighbor,
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  Speaker 2: lust quick spoke my friend. The rebels now begin, and
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  Speaker 2: lo we sought the second house of Sin. Throughout that
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  Speaker 2: night we passed from door to door, and saw all
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  Speaker 2: men on earth, as on the shore of various lands
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  Speaker 2: a traveler may see wreckage cast up by one great
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  Speaker 2: shuddering sea. Now, when the moon was highest, I descried
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  Speaker 2: the state and splendor of the House of Pride, and
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  Speaker 2: sought the gracious hostess in whose eyes a man looks once,
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  Speaker 2: then serves her till he dies. And when the moon
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  Speaker 2: was waning, and the night was yielding to the day's
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  Speaker 2: encroaching light. Haggard and bowed, we dragged our way within
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  Speaker 2: the portals of the final house of sin. Here two
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  Speaker 2: dark sisters did their arms entwine. My name anger, jealousy
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  Speaker 2: is mine. A banquet of strange dishes was outspread, a
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  Speaker 2: banquet served by unforgotten dead with wild, entreating eyes, which
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  Speaker 2: begged a respite for men's memories. When I had tasted
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  Speaker 2: of a subtle dish at this grave feast, behold, I
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  Speaker 2: had no wish left in my heart, but grew as
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  Speaker 2: one asleep amongst the dead, whose passions strong and deep
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  Speaker 2: are merged, and longed for unexpected peace, and give them ease.
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  Speaker 2: So full of joy, I cried out to my friend,
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  Speaker 2: come join this deathly feast, and so make end. He wailed,
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  Speaker 2: I dare not, dare not gather near. Then hung his
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  Speaker 2: head and wept. My name is fear.
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  Speaker 3: End of poem.
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  Speaker 2: This reading is in the public domain. Malaria by Vincent
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  Speaker 2: O'Sullivan read for libervoksty by Roman Noble, Romannoble dot com.
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  Speaker 2: At sunset, when the shifting light fails in the marshes, wet,
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  Speaker 2: most fair and somber spirit robed in night comes floating
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  Speaker 2: down the waves of air, hot air that takes away
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  Speaker 2: control from all by bodies, nerves, and falls like scented
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  Speaker 2: water through my soul. Miasmus spread like perfumed palls, A
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  Speaker 2: violent and yellow flush floats to intense skies like a spire.
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  Speaker 2: It bathes my heart with secret hush, and fills my
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  Speaker 2: brain with dreaming fire, poison. Dark goddesses, Thy name beside
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  Speaker 2: their rank and stagnant pool where thou dost live. There
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  Speaker 2: is no shame in thy embrace. Thy bed is cool,
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  Speaker 2: come air appears the steadfast line of outpost stars. Ah luck,
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  Speaker 2: thy breath, kiss me and press thy breast to mine,
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  Speaker 2: Thou sweet grave, harbinger of death. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 2: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: The Hour of Ghost by Vincent O'Sullivan red for LibriVox
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  Speaker 4: dot org buy Nemo. The Hour of Ghost. When the
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  Speaker 4: wind blows and stirs their earth worn faces. Sometimes they
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  Speaker 4: wake and rise up from their places, seeking each other's looks,
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  Speaker 4: and sad wise sad sad they gaze at the buffeted
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  Speaker 4: elms and show the vague dismay that overwhelms, scaring the
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  Speaker 4: crazy rooks, their tired eyes wistfully. Then they strive to
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  Speaker 4: touch each other, yearning for life. One murmurs, Lo, my brother,
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  Speaker 4: see you in yonder field, the red kind They in
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  Speaker 4: that small white farmhouse, with the gable, the garden, and
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  Speaker 4: the brown horse, and the stable, all that, in all
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  Speaker 4: its yield, all was mine. Now, as I labored on
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  Speaker 4: the brightling sward, I thought that life beneath the sun
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  Speaker 4: was hard, that to lie here wore peace, sleep and
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  Speaker 4: death and yon square barn. I took a rope one
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  Speaker 4: morn and hanged myself amid the amber corn, and swung
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  Speaker 4: till came full cease to my breath. I had a
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  Speaker 4: red haired woman for my wife a year past. When
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  Speaker 4: she saw me void of life, her weary, strangling sobs
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  Speaker 4: bewildered me. Now behind those lit windows she delights, while
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  Speaker 4: I must lie here till the end of nights, listening
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  Speaker 4: to the dull throbs of the sea. Thus these old
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  Speaker 4: ghosts make convers in their woe, while the day thickens
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  Speaker 4: and bats were and go, And in the twilight dream
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  Speaker 4: lad and lasts birds droop. The drowsy church tolls. For
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  Speaker 4: bed is bedtime too for the forgotten dead. Who in
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  Speaker 4: the light's last gleam sigh alas end a poem. This
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  Speaker 2: The Verge by Vincent O'Sullivan read for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 2: by Roman Noble Romannoble dot com. Now midnight tolls, and
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  Speaker 2: up the stair creep the wild visions of despair, sin
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  Speaker 2: and sorrow. Sin and sorrow creep to meet the trembling morrow.
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  Speaker 2: Now midnight tolls from ancient clocks, whose rusty strokes, like
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  Speaker 2: muffled knocks, fall on the heart and frighten it of
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  Speaker 2: one who mournfully doth sit in a dark chamber, dimly lit,
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  Speaker 2: surrounded by the violet breath and glamour of approaching death,
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  Speaker 2: like a white horse, which rushes past the watcher and
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  Speaker 2: divides the blast. On a bleak night on some wild shore,
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  Speaker 2: where the strong breaker's massive roar drowns the resounding of
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  Speaker 2: its feet so terribly, so almost sweet. Beside the dull
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  Speaker 2: and bitter sea of man's life, passes silently a sheeted
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  Speaker 2: ghost whose face is hid. But never never shall man
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  Speaker 2: rid himself from thinking of that face, what its strange
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  Speaker 2: pallor what its grace. When the unveiling doth take place,
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  Speaker 2: Can heaven lie hid in grave cold eyes? Ah At
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  Speaker 2: the midnight, one man tries to gather near, to lift
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  Speaker 2: the veil and read upon that face its tail, to
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  Speaker 2: gather near that dread and holy figure, and this melancholy
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  Speaker 2: shatter by a wild caress in the all somber silentness,
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  Speaker 2: the face of her, the lately dead, new wondering from
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  Speaker 2: her little bed, shall it be as it once has been?
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  Speaker 2: Or gray and horribly serene? The eyes which he has
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  Speaker 2: closed alas have light, or stare like painted glass. Her hair, woe,
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  Speaker 2: of her wilderness of hair? Shall there be left one tress?
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  Speaker 2: But low a hand has thrust aside the veil, as
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  Speaker 2: when the moon doth ride in heaven. She parts the
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  Speaker 2: blinding clouds and scatters them and flying shrouds. A filmy
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  Speaker 2: figure almost air bends slowly o'er the mourner's chair, A
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  Speaker 2: sacred figure, grave and dim, seeks for his face and
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  Speaker 2: kisses him. And at that kiss, from off the wall,
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  Speaker 2: the ghastly taunting shadows fall rith and expire. There As
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  Speaker 2: they fall, he dreams, A hush floats down the air.
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  Speaker 2: Is this her mellow, glorious hair? Her dreams? Then leaps
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  Speaker 2: from clutching years and sees her eyes or bright with tears.
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  Speaker 2: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Drug by Vincent O'Sullivan read for libervox dot org by
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  Speaker 2: Roman Noble, Romannoble dot com. When winds scream round the
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  Speaker 2: corners damp and chili, and clouds of rain blot out,
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  Speaker 2: the gas lamps flare, while lean faced, pale eyed men
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  Speaker 2: take stand and glare upon the sin soiled floor of Piccadilly,
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  Speaker 2: and harlots of the payment fling their silly maniac laughter
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  Speaker 2: in their great despair. Sweet drug, tis thou who drawst me,
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  Speaker 2: thence to wear sways languidly, the dew embroidered lily, Light
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  Speaker 2: up the dusky caverns of my soul, Light up the
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  Speaker 2: dead oppressive days, and shine miraculous lifegiver, where the scroll
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  Speaker 2: of ours is spent in charred ah, Come and twine
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  Speaker 2: thy soft arms round me. Now let tempest roll the
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  Speaker 2: pageant of thy spirit blends with mine. End of poem.
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  Speaker 2: This recording is in the public domain. Three Moments by
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  Speaker 2: Vincent O'Sullivan read for LibriVox dot Org by Roman Noble,
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  Speaker 2: Romannoble dot com. Part one, the lover through my garden
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  Speaker 2: to night she will pass, the lady who perfumes my dream,
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  Speaker 2: and her feet through the dewy heavy grass will glide
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  Speaker 2: like a moon silvered stream, and the roses bend down
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  Speaker 2: to catch sense from her gown ere. Her soul lights
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  Speaker 2: my soul with its beam. O night, Queen of love,
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  Speaker 2: Kiss the stars, Let nightingales lusciously sing. Come fairies in
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  Speaker 2: gossamer cars and strange woodland moths on the wing. She
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  Speaker 2: will come, She will come, and the hours will be
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  Speaker 2: dumb with the passion her purities. Bring Part two. Husband
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  Speaker 2: and wife, kiss my hair again, Love, I forget in
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  Speaker 2: your kiss the pain, love and the debt. Must this
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  Speaker 2: shameful sorrow now begin? Must I face tomorrow this red sin?
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  Speaker 2: But indeed to set so let it be all My
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  Speaker 2: eyes will wet, so poor weak me. Yes, I buy
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  Speaker 2: your life, dear, and your fame, even I your wife, dear,
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  Speaker 2: with my shame. I had craved as treasure, any power
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  Speaker 2: which could give you pleasure for an hour. Here it
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  Speaker 2: is at last, But now tis come past. Dreams are
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  Speaker 2: not past, but round me hum still, resolve is taken.
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  Speaker 2: I will swerve, no wit nor be shaken you, I serve.
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  Speaker 2: Here are all his letters. See he's glad forging his
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  Speaker 2: own fetters. Foolish lad, madman to be dreaming. I am true,
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  Speaker 2: even in the seeming loved by you. Fool to think
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  Speaker 2: snares plus planned can entwine me? Who call you husband?
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  Speaker 2: You are mine?
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  Speaker 4: Ha.
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  Speaker 2: He's melancholy, for he missed touching lips all holy since
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  Speaker 2: you kissed, Oh my soul, my treasure neath the sky,
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  Speaker 2: two souls filled God's measure. You and I whisper very low.
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  Speaker 5: Love.
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  Speaker 2: Let your breath fan me. Now I go love. This
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  Speaker 2: is death the lover Earth's iron jaws are bound with
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  Speaker 2: scarfing snow, like to a man late dead whose mouth
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  Speaker 2: drops low. Hush, my friend. The tempest broods behind long hours.
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  Speaker 2: I watch a little scented glove and dream of noons.
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  Speaker 2: I played and glanced with love, voices of dead children
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  Speaker 2: in the wind. Sudden I found my playing was in vain.
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  Speaker 2: I scratched between her breast a crimson stain, A scarlet
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  Speaker 2: light breaks on the purple sky. She wronged me, and
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  Speaker 2: she crushed me to despair. That woman with the lustful
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  Speaker 2: raven hair, a cold faced snow blanched.
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  Speaker 3: By a veil doth cry.
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  Speaker 2: I seized a poisoned knife and struck her dead. Tonight,
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  Speaker 2: three coffins shall enclose her head. Wolves in the winter
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  Speaker 2: have a hungry growl. Tonight the glory of her magic
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  Speaker 2: kiss shall stir the damp worms as they pry and
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  Speaker 2: hiss wet leaves of cypress.
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  Speaker 4: And the hen vain.
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  Speaker 2: Bowl, and my soul and the soul I loved so
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  Speaker 2: well shall mingle in the torment of God's hell moan
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  Speaker 2: wind above the pit where lost souls howl. End of poem.
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  Speaker 2: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: Love in Tears I vincent O'Sullivan read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 6: Org by Linda Marie Nielsen, Vancouver, b Se. She saw
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  Speaker 6: me with my melancholy head bent down among the grasses
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  Speaker 6: of the grave, among the long grass, as the blue
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  Speaker 6: wind sped, where I, for my dead love did sadly
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  Speaker 6: crave and thought. Now does her mellow hair still wave
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  Speaker 6: and laugh and glitter like the morning sea, as when
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  Speaker 6: in old lost days it played with me. She saw
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  Speaker 6: me with my face ground in the grass, as through
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  Speaker 6: that place she went with hushed white feet, and paused
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  Speaker 6: to touch my hair, and then did pass quickly unto
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  Speaker 6: the grayish, lichened seat, and sat there moping. Clouds were
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  Speaker 6: in her eyes as one who dreams a space or
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  Speaker 6: yet she dies, O Love, I pondered in my aching heart,
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  Speaker 6: Since you are dead, quite dead, and I have stayed,
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  Speaker 6: Shall I not close my mind and take my part
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  Speaker 6: in the queen's mouth of yon, sweet idle maid, still
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  Speaker 6: jocund homesteads laugh the month's parade. You never move, dear,
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  Speaker 6: nor the yearning pain. We two looked long, then passed
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  Speaker 6: like ghosts in rain and of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 6: in the public domain. The Dancer at the Opera by
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  Speaker 6: Vincent O'Sullivan read for LibriVox dot org by Linda Marie Nielsen, Vancouver,
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  Speaker 6: BC one. The Dancer at the Opera had the calm
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  Speaker 6: eyes and mystic grace of gray clad holy nuns. But Ah,
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  Speaker 6: her soul reflected, not her face. Her soul lay drunken
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  Speaker 6: with the vaunts she told like madden b from lips.
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  Speaker 6: They gave her wondrous body, chance weight cloud which made
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  Speaker 6: her soul's eclipse. And as one who drinks thirstily out
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  Speaker 6: of a cold and crystal well is stricken at its depths,
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  Speaker 6: to see the slimy poisoned fungus dwell so at rare times.
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  Speaker 6: The youth who dies her sweets with slow kiss to explore,
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  Speaker 6: seize her soul, weep behind her eyes, then pass and
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  Speaker 6: leave her as before two. One night the dancer was elate,
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  Speaker 6: a night when stars made cold their beams. A monarch
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  Speaker 6: was to hear in state the best of Wagner's music
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  Speaker 6: dreams before her mirror. She prepared the thought, just added
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  Speaker 6: to her bloom to win a triumph. No one shared.
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  Speaker 6: Her loveliness filled all the room. The church bell spoke
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  Speaker 6: the clock at six, When throughout Paris at the tolls,
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  Speaker 6: folk kneel before the crucifix and say Hail Mary for
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  Speaker 6: their souls. Wrapped in her furs, she seeks the stairs,
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  Speaker 6: and then descending, gay of heart, humming light operatic airs.
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  Speaker 6: Why does she pause and wildly start for men of
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  Speaker 6: grave and somber mean, for men in funeral array bearing
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  Speaker 6: a coffin in between, are coming up and bar her
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  Speaker 6: way imperiously, Her questions ring, what messenger for you has sped?
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  Speaker 6: For whom do you this coffin bring? Who in this
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  Speaker 6: house is lying dead? Answer one hastens to obey. We
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  Speaker 6: bring this coffin here for a mademoiselle who died to day.
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  Speaker 6: The dancer sir at the opera lyars. She springs from
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  Speaker 6: where she stands, with face of ice and breast in flame,
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  Speaker 6: to drag away the sable bands upon the lid. She
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  Speaker 6: reads her name. She gains the street in blinding woe
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  Speaker 6: think you. She seeks the garish hall, where the lights
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  Speaker 6: vie with gems ad no. She kneels at a confessional
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  Speaker 6: three where the king sits. The music sobs with passion
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  Speaker 6: too acute for tears, then burst forth in triumphant throbs,
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  Speaker 6: till the stars tremble in their spheres. He listening to
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  Speaker 6: the mighty surge of sound here strangely mingling in some
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  Speaker 6: wild harp notes the devil's dirge for sinners who have
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  Speaker 6: ceased to sin end of Palm. This recording is in
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  Speaker 6: the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Woman of the Mist by Vincent O'Sullivan read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 1: dot Org by Annelisa Bodker. Tarry yet a little while,
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  Speaker 1: Woman of the Mist. I am lonely in the rain
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  Speaker 1: of your dream hands. I am fain, pure cold amethyst,
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  Speaker 1: dear love. Hear the thudding drums heralding the death that
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  Speaker 1: comes to entreat me with his smile. Stay, oh, stay
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  Speaker 1: this little while, Woman of the Mist. Will you leave
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  Speaker 1: me all alone? Woman of the Mist, one winged moment,
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  Speaker 1: clothed in joy, left me as a child, the toy
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  Speaker 1: that he erstwhile kissed.
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  Speaker 5: Ah.
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  Speaker 1: The night is thick and sore, and my soul weeps
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  Speaker 1: on its floor. Whisper, dear, you have not flown pity.
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  Speaker 1: I am all alone, Woman of the Mist. Your voice
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  Speaker 1: shall soothe my life no more. Woman of the Mist.
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  Speaker 1: You light the stars and cannot know how all the
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  Speaker 1: stabbing winds that blow wound me As they list with
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  Speaker 1: empty eyes and vacancy. I watch the dull and crying sea,
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  Speaker 1: and linger on the hard wild shore for one who
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  Speaker 1: comes no more, no more, Spirit of the Mist. End
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  Speaker 1: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Shadows by Vincent O'Sullivan read for lipovox dot org by phone.
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  Speaker 7: The passionate flowers, with their wild surrender of colors and
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  Speaker 7: sweets they garbed at dawn, the tumbling bees, and oh,
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  Speaker 7: the tender shadows of birds all over the lawn. Often
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  Speaker 7: at night I see fair old places, or linger the ghosts.
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  Speaker 7: I would fain forget. Ah, They sleep asleep, Those white
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  Speaker 7: dead faces too sound for dreaming as I dream yet
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  Speaker 7: end of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Children of Wrath by vincent O. Sullivan read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 5: dot org Stefan. Last night I wandered in the Devil's clothes,
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  Speaker 5: crushed by the aching agony of those who know strange
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  Speaker 5: secrets which they must disclose. I found him seated in
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  Speaker 5: a herbalus plain on two large stones, Nor with him
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  Speaker 5: any train of courtiers, or throng of souls and pain.
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  Speaker 5: Across the muffled sky, wild lightning broke, and ever through
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  Speaker 5: the air. The acrid croak of ravens fell. Then draw near,
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  Speaker 5: I spoke, Almighty Master, Thou, whose name is feared throughout
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  Speaker 5: the sick world, and whose heart is cheered by suitors.
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  Speaker 5: While alone, the devil leered. Look round this land. He cried,
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  Speaker 5: Let your eyes scan till they go blind. This desert
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  Speaker 5: in its span you shall not find the footprint of
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  Speaker 5: a man. I answered, there is one. Behold, I kneel
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  Speaker 5: to whisper shameful things that I may feel thy dread
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  Speaker 5: praise for the horror I reveal. Then, Satan rise, if
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  Speaker 5: you would serve me, Keep your sins locked in your heart.
• 25:48
  Speaker 5: As herds fold sheep at fall of night, sin silently
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  Speaker 5: and deep walk armored as a saint in open day. Blaspheme,
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  Speaker 5: me and the sacred Office, say my servitors to God
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  Speaker 5: the loudest pray. I love the virtue of the fools
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  Speaker 5: who lie besotted with celestial vanity, who think they cannot
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  Speaker 5: sin and shall not die. To them, I ever murmur,
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  Speaker 5: you do well. The Holy Spirit in your soul doth
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  Speaker 5: dwell for them. I keep a light the fire of Hell,
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  Speaker 5: I wailed, Oh, Master, Thou whose name is feared throughout
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  Speaker 5: the sick world, and whose heart is cheered by suitors,
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  Speaker 5: spare the people scorched and seared. And the poem this
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  Speaker 5: recording in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Fear at Night by Vincent O'Sullivan read for Lipovox dot
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  Speaker 7: Org by Thoone. Beside the crying river, where night is
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  Speaker 7: cold and pale and gaunt, trees groan and shiver in
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  Speaker 7: the shrewd autumn gale. I hear it every will. It
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  Speaker 7: pauses when I pause, then moves this straught and wild.
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  Speaker 7: I follow it, because it cries like a sick child
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  Speaker 7: whose soul is good and mild, its hands explore the
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  Speaker 7: ground all night, while dark wind's rave and heap a
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  Speaker 7: little mound and has a corpse to save it digs
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  Speaker 7: a shallow grave. O God, let me awaken if this
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  Speaker 7: thing is a dream, Or let yon soul be shaken
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  Speaker 7: into the shadowy stream and hush its boding scream. Or
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  Speaker 7: on this foul alarm, I'll steal with stealthy pace, and
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  Speaker 7: hold it in my arm, and feel its breath a space,
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  Speaker 7: then see it face to face. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 7: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Our Lady of the Fields by Vincent O'Sullivan read for
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  Speaker 3: LibriVox dot org by ninth Profit. When night wraps in
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  Speaker 3: velvet fold all the gracious land and still, and the
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  Speaker 3: hour for sleep has told in the village on the hill,
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  Speaker 3: Marry my mother. Thou movest through the flocks of sheep,
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  Speaker 3: where white tired lambs are fast asleep. Marry my mother.
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  Speaker 3: The grasses touch thy dove gray dress, and thy feathery
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  Speaker 3: small feet, press the pretty daisies which are sore thy pensive,
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  Speaker 3: passing to adore, while from thy silver rosary falls dreamily
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  Speaker 3: and silently the holy dew upon the fields, to bless
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  Speaker 3: the pleasant harvest yields by the church where sleep the dead.
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  Speaker 3: Thou dost watch a strange blue bird, who beside each
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  Speaker 3: weary bed singeth low thy soothing word. Marry my mother.
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  Speaker 3: Then from that place, with eyes full mild, thou leadest
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  Speaker 3: forth a good dead child, Marry my mother, blessed virgin.
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  Speaker 3: See me too. Ere thou lookest on, thy son, make
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  Speaker 3: me leap to thee anew proud sins of my life undone,
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  Speaker 3: forcing me thy grace to shun. Marry my mother. Please
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  Speaker 3: cure me of the old man's spell which leads me
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  Speaker 3: down the road to hell. O, merry Mother. End of poem.
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  Speaker 3: This recording in the public domain. Francis Borgia at Grenada
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  Speaker 3: by Vincent O'Sullivan, read for LibriVox dot Org by ninth Prophet.
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  Speaker 3: Is this the Queen? This thing with fastened eyes and
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  Speaker 3: face where foul corruption has its seat? Is this the Queen?
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  Speaker 3: The air while gracious form, struck with a great paralysis,
• 30:29
  Speaker 3: is left a thrall to those who but a week
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  Speaker 3: ago kissed the poor earth. She walked and deemed their
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  Speaker 3: lips the pure for that sacramental touch. And now she
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  Speaker 3: cannot seek her resting place. But to the piety of slaves,
• 30:43
  Speaker 3: tis left to bear her corpse, her corpse within the church,
• 30:47
  Speaker 3: where its strange grin and ghastliness affright majestic monuments and
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  Speaker 3: graven stones. Her crowned hair has dwindled into dross. Her hand,
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  Speaker 3: which if a man kissed only once he became sacred
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  Speaker 3: in the realm of Spain, has turned to that no
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  Speaker 3: lo's eld dog would lick her cheeks, which striving roses
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  Speaker 3: sought of eye, are stiff and hard as clay becomes
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  Speaker 3: with cold. She who swayed cities and the lives of men,
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  Speaker 3: governor of Arragon and Castile, and ruler in the half
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  Speaker 3: spheres of the world, rules. Not this box, which I
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  Speaker 3: am set to guard kind God? Is this the queen
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  Speaker 3: thought she of God. I knew at Seville once an
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  Speaker 3: aged man, who like a comely mantle, wore his age.
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  Speaker 3: His eye had light, his manner suavity. The pressing years
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  Speaker 3: had fallen on him, soft as rain drops fall on
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  Speaker 3: little children's graves. Now, when he came to die, I
• 31:53
  Speaker 3: was of those who knelt about his pallet, watching him,
• 31:57
  Speaker 3: And as the vesper bell from sun red TOWERRS just
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  Speaker 3: floated through the dim and hushing air, he stirred, And
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  Speaker 3: I believe in God, he said, and pressed the crucifix
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  Speaker 3: against his breast, and died. Then, being dead, he lay
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  Speaker 3: a smile like one who dreams a pleasant, easy dream,
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  Speaker 3: and would be sorry if he were to wake. Did
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  Speaker 3: she believe in God? I seemed to feel that this
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  Speaker 3: enchanting earthly potentate more horrid now than specters from old
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  Speaker 3: tombs did in the glare and circumstance of court, the
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  Speaker 3: perfumed lie, the murmured compliment, forget that, being ruler of
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  Speaker 3: this earth, she held her crown in fief to Heaven's king,
• 32:44
  Speaker 3: and lo to night. Her visage irks the space and
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  Speaker 3: dusty firmament of wheeling worlds, while through yon old man's grave,
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  Speaker 3: grass soft winds weep. No monarch claims our loyalty. But
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  Speaker 3: God we play our parts upon his outstretched hand, and
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  Speaker 3: with our metaphysic subtleties, make shift to prove our own
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  Speaker 3: magnificence and flaunt him, throning it among the stars. Tomorrow,
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  Speaker 3: haply God will close his hand. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 3: recording is in the public domain. Cavalry Hill by Vincent
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  Speaker 3: O'Sullivan Read for LibriVox dot Org by ninth Prophet to
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  Speaker 3: Stuart Merrill. When Christ, our Lord up Cavalry Hill went
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  Speaker 3: stumbling on that dark Friday, a crowd with horrid taunts
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  Speaker 3: and shrill did follow all the grievous way. Poor Simon
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  Speaker 3: followed with the rude and vain high priests from west
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  Speaker 3: and south, and pagan slaves and traitor jud and Soul
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  Speaker 3: of the gibing mouth. Ah, while I wote that mild
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  Speaker 3: merry when in a shed one starry night she watched
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  Speaker 3: a crib with holy glee, had moaned and died. Then
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  Speaker 3: utterly could she have seen this blinding sight? Not one
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  Speaker 3: in all that screaming crowd took thought to pity his
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  Speaker 3: sore drouth. He paused, and then his bruised head bowed
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  Speaker 3: to Saul of the gibing mouth, as through the rock
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  Speaker 3: a woman's slips to cleanse Christ's face with knappery knave
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  Speaker 3: Soul doth place his finger tips within his mouth and
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  Speaker 3: pulls his lips apart with visage fowl to see. Then,
• 34:45
  Speaker 3: as he blammed and wagged his head and spat his
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  Speaker 3: curse with mean uncouth, an angel came and struck him
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  Speaker 3: dead struck Saul of the gibing Mouth. Now, blessed Lord,
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  Speaker 3: this bleak yule knight, when that thou dost look on
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  Speaker 3: small tired sheep, be good to us. Keep from our
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  Speaker 3: sight the elfman and each evil wight who prows about
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  Speaker 3: us while we sleep. Keep us, Dear God, from wily
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  Speaker 3: ruse of ghosts who bring the mists from south, from
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  Speaker 3: specters of the meanly Jews, and soul of the gibing Mouth.
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  Speaker 3: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: Him in May by Vincent O'Sullivan read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 6: Org by Lynda Marie Nielsen, Vancouver, b C. I, who
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  Speaker 6: have sung of THEE Mother of Grace on this night,
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  Speaker 6: think of me. Give me a place, O, Mother of Grace,
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  Speaker 6: mid the souls that throng to thy face for what
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  Speaker 6: I have done, for what I have sung of THEE Mother,
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  Speaker 6: Bring grace to me. Plead with thy son that I
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  Speaker 6: may be won with him my race. Run in this
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  Speaker 6: soft month of May, Thou little Queen Marry, dost pass
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  Speaker 6: in the prairie and rub thy white feet in the
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  Speaker 6: rain grass which fleet springs thine odor to greet, and
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  Speaker 6: thy skirts hang in view. So that the poor souls
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  Speaker 6: crowding round with their balls, may catch the light dew
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  Speaker 6: which falls from thy hair on the folk here and
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  Speaker 6: there in the hot, pleasant air. And here let me
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  Speaker 6: be of thy hand. I am fain that I may
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  Speaker 6: complain of my illness to thee of the illness which mocks,
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  Speaker 6: which guides with town clocks till death. The gatelocks here,
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  Speaker 6: crying aloud with dollar and sweat. Let me cleanse me
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  Speaker 6: my debt, that when in a cloud comes thy son
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  Speaker 6: of souls bowed, I be one of the crowd and
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  Speaker 6: of poem. This recording is in the public domain. At
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  Speaker 6: the Gate of the Year by Vincent O'Sullivan read for
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  Speaker 6: LibriVox dot Org by Lindamee Nielsen, Vancouver, BC. Plunging through
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  Speaker 6: on a funeral gale, the year sweeps out to die
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  Speaker 6: and see under thee mournful stars and pale the gray
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  Speaker 6: thing hurries away from me. Why do I stretch out
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  Speaker 6: anguished hands? Why am I worn and dull with pain?
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  Speaker 6: Sweet friend of friends in the next year's bands, will
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  Speaker 6: your face look on mine again? The year sweeps o'er
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  Speaker 6: the wailing brood of breakers, to his place of death.
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  Speaker 6: While on the heights where erst he stood. The new
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  Speaker 6: year draws generic breath, He flies, He flies through blinding sleep.
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  Speaker 6: His form is wrapt in shrouding rain. Heart of my heart,
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  Speaker 6: shall we too meet and watch a year pass? Ere
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  Speaker 6: again on the sea's margin breaks the light and color
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  Speaker 6: of the new year's dawn. Thoughtful of springtide, it takes
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  Speaker 6: flight and lingers over wood and lawn. A weep not
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  Speaker 6: so so incline your head upon my breast, as you
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  Speaker 6: are fain so of my life? Shall I be dead?
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  Speaker 4: Ere?
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  Speaker 6: You will kiss mine eyes again? End of Palem. This
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  Speaker 6: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: The Full Moon by Vincent O'Sullivan read for librifox dot
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  Speaker 7: Org by phone. A biting wind and harsh doth wail
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  Speaker 7: a sobbing tune, and now glooms o'er the marsh, A
• 39:38
  Speaker 7: wet and angry moon. She shines upon the waste low
• 39:42
  Speaker 7: seated in the sky, I cross myself in haste for
• 39:46
  Speaker 7: fear of her red eye. On moor lands and on streams,
• 39:51
  Speaker 7: she rolls an eye blood red, and in her sluggish
• 39:54
  Speaker 7: beams dance the unhappy dead. Then from the buried sands,
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  Speaker 7: through sad waves, chanting low, the drowns stretch up their
• 40:04
  Speaker 7: hands and toss them to and fro o moon. The
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  Speaker 7: lost souls keep their sabbath. Need I stare, and my
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  Speaker 7: lost soul doth weep in passionless despair and the poem
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  Speaker 7: this recording is in the public domain.
• 40:25
  Speaker 6: A Silken Ladder by Vincent O'Sullivan read Forthebrevox dot Org
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  Speaker 6: by Lindamrie Nielsen, Vancouver, b c. One. The lights within
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  Speaker 6: the little distant town come out like evening plants at eventide,
• 40:45
  Speaker 6: and struggle with the dusk as from the side of
• 40:49
  Speaker 6: starry heaven. God lets the darkness down. The moist breath
• 40:54
  Speaker 6: of the sweet drenched earth is blown across my face.
• 40:59
  Speaker 6: And oh to night. I ride upon that breath and
• 41:04
  Speaker 6: watch when day has died the darkness add a glory
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  Speaker 6: to your crown. O love these first steps in the
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  Speaker 6: drowsy lane, these magic moments, whither do they tend to morrow?
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  Speaker 6: Shall the morn be gray with rain or sunlight? With
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  Speaker 6: the fragrant pathway blend? You leave me half in gladness,
• 41:32
  Speaker 6: half in pain, like weary pilgrims at their journey's end. Two.
• 41:39
  Speaker 6: I sometimes have this fancy in the rain. I think
• 41:43
  Speaker 6: the soothing rain those poignant tears wept silently beside the
• 41:49
  Speaker 6: trouble bears of strange dead hopes, which, flying in their
• 41:55
  Speaker 6: pain skyward, drop gloomily to earth again, and like forgotten
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  Speaker 6: words of flouted seers, bring back the buried terror of
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  Speaker 6: old fears, and rest at cherished treasure with their stain still.
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  Speaker 6: When on dreary days I see you part from sheltering
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  Speaker 6: house and leave the dainty trace of your thin foot
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  Speaker 6: in muddy lanes, and dart laughing through showers with mountain
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  Speaker 6: made in grace, I, looking from the prison of my heart,
• 42:36
  Speaker 6: rejoice to know my tears shall kiss your face. Three methought.
• 42:42
  Speaker 6: I was a prisoner, lying dead in a close room
• 42:47
  Speaker 6: of some grave citadel, where no white gleam did penetrate,
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  Speaker 6: to tell of day outside and sunny hours that sped.
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  Speaker 6: But horror dark was there, and round my head strange
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  Speaker 6: vermin crawled. When sudden in the cell, a warm light broke,
• 43:09
  Speaker 6: The damp walls shook and fell around my feet, the
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  Speaker 6: hushed grass carpet spread. My fantasy was mated in this
• 43:20
  Speaker 6: wise sullen I paced the noisome yelping street, heating its breath,
• 43:28
  Speaker 6: When for a dear surprise you wrapped in gracious mousing,
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  Speaker 6: I did meet. I met you, and looked deeply in
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  Speaker 6: your eyes, and though I felt the town was strangely sweet.
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  Speaker 6: Four Like the assaulting sea with fury shod hurling gray
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  Speaker 6: breakers on an iron coast, Or like the passionate music
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  Speaker 6: of the host of large eye youths who stand on
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  Speaker 6: Heaven's sod, chaunting before the bannered towers of God. To
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  Speaker 6: these I liken the strange power of lost delicious memories,
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  Speaker 6: and stronger boast than these, the strength of Love's all
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  Speaker 6: touching rod. A wondrous knight still holds me with its spell. Alone.
• 44:24
  Speaker 6: You walk the garden, the hot air, hung heavily enchanted
• 44:30
  Speaker 6: by the smell of witching flowers. You dipped your fear
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  Speaker 6: and star bathed bosom in there do we well while
• 44:40
  Speaker 6: the fond lilies kissed your gloomy hair. Five as youthful playmates,
• 44:48
  Speaker 6: gamboling in joy, swring suddenly from rapture to dull hate,
• 44:54
  Speaker 6: and glaring madly snap the bond of fate, not knowing
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  Speaker 6: man is fashion by the boy, and toss their passion
• 45:03
  Speaker 6: like a broken toy, each striving fierce with his afflicted
• 45:09
  Speaker 6: mate bite hard and guibe until they find too late
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  Speaker 6: that stings, which come in hours for years annoy. So
• 45:20
  Speaker 6: all the holidays we once thought sweet, and all the
• 45:24
  Speaker 6: festivals we once held dear are mowed by grief, as
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  Speaker 6: fields the reaper's mow. And when I hail your shadow
• 45:34
  Speaker 6: glinting fleet, we touch hands for a breath in icy fear,
• 45:39
  Speaker 6: to passing phantoms trembling in the snow. End of poem.
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  Speaker 6: This recording is in the public domain. Out of the
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  Speaker 6: Cloud by Vincent O'Sullivan. Read it for Thebrevox dot Org
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  Speaker 6: by Lindaree Nielsen, Vancouver, b c. That fiend who tricked
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  Speaker 6: out like a saint, did haunt a most unhappy youth,
• 46:14
  Speaker 6: And while it in and coarsely taint its whiteness with
• 46:19
  Speaker 6: the leaves of truth, and choose for instruments the fools
• 46:24
  Speaker 6: who prate of duty to themselves, who fish for virtue incesspools,
• 46:31
  Speaker 6: and line with lies their mental shelves. He is not dead,
• 46:36
  Speaker 6: though youth is dead. An age youth's weary sun has
• 46:41
  Speaker 6: smashed the walls which held his sire, and fled. He
• 46:47
  Speaker 6: hunts the thing he ere while lashed a scowling ghost
• 46:52
  Speaker 6: with scorching breath. He follows hard and shall not cease
• 46:57
  Speaker 6: till God speaks through the mouth of death and smites
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  Speaker 6: the somber silences. End of poem. This recording is in
• 47:08
  Speaker 6: the public domain.
• 47:14
  Speaker 7: Fail by Vincent O'Sullivan read for LibriVox dot Org by Vone.
• 47:20
  Speaker 7: A sword has come between us. Let us part, while
• 47:23
  Speaker 7: yet our eyes, in some vague way entreat each other.
• 47:27
  Speaker 7: And as something near the heart makes me linger at
• 47:31
  Speaker 7: your feet. Oh what to me? The love whom men
• 47:35
  Speaker 7: call lord, The maddened moments which ere long is strange,
• 47:40
  Speaker 7: the fashioned smile, the evil poisoned word, the subtile dexterous change. Yeah,
• 47:47
  Speaker 7: there were listeners are But the flowers and soft winds
• 47:51
  Speaker 7: be the bonds which us in chain and sweet. The
• 47:54
  Speaker 7: passing of the shining hours consume the ultimate pain, the soft, impassioned.
• 48:00
  Speaker 7: Summer time is over, the fragance of its colored dreams
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  Speaker 7: is past. Here in its place is winter's blanching cover.
• 48:08
  Speaker 7: Here comely peace at last and the poem. This recording
• 48:14
  Speaker 7: is in the public domain.
• 48:21
  Speaker 6: The Lonely Woman by Vincent O'Sullivan read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 6: Org by Lindamee. Nielsen, Vancouver, b c. The lonely woman
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  Speaker 6: wist not of the hours which make the burthen of
• 48:38
  Speaker 6: their dim despair, Nor know they if the years bring
• 48:43
  Speaker 6: sweets or sours. As sorrows past path grows broader in
• 48:49
  Speaker 6: their hair. The lonely women twist and twine a wreath
• 48:54
  Speaker 6: of blood stained flowers which decked them in their youth,
• 49:00
  Speaker 6: And see not terror with his gleaming teeth, and never
• 49:04
  Speaker 6: see the pearl eyed face of truth. The lonely women
• 49:09
  Speaker 6: twist and twine a wreath. Around them move the phantoms
• 49:14
  Speaker 6: of the dead, who close their ears to words. And
• 49:19
  Speaker 6: in the street tis not the crowd they gaze at,
• 49:23
  Speaker 6: but the head of one to whom their lips were
• 49:28
  Speaker 6: erstwhile sweet. Around them move the phantom of the dead,
• 49:34
  Speaker 6: and bitter pleasures which they never share. Press tepid kisses
• 49:39
  Speaker 6: odorous of the tomb, for on their gray hold feast
• 49:44
  Speaker 6: days they prepare a welcome for the ghosts that throng
• 49:49
  Speaker 6: the gloom, and bitter pleasures which they never share. No wine, soak,
• 49:55
  Speaker 6: sponge your constant torture. Lulls, ye martyrs, as to life,
• 50:01
  Speaker 6: you bear your cross and reel beneath it to a
• 50:05
  Speaker 6: place of skulls and there when on a grievous bed
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  Speaker 6: you toss no wine, so sponge your constant torture lulls, O,
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  Speaker 6: lonely woman, I have looked on you and seen the
• 50:21
  Speaker 6: pain of your unheeded size, and mark the grief you
• 50:26
  Speaker 6: struggled to subdue, yea when forgotten tears were in your eyes,
• 50:34
  Speaker 6: O lonely woman, I have looked on you, and of poem.
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  Speaker 6: This recording is in the public domain. A Slave of
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  Speaker 6: the Street by Vincent O'Sullivan read for LibriVox dot Org
• 50:55
  Speaker 6: by Lindamrie Nielsen, Vancouver, b c. Standing at drafty corners,
• 51:02
  Speaker 6: she will mutter hoarse snatches of old songs with vague regret,
• 51:08
  Speaker 6: and then remembering their erstwhile coquette, with mincing walk and
• 51:14
  Speaker 6: sodden smile and flutter, he hastened to greet the sweetheart, who,
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  Speaker 6: with stutter and heavy drunken feet, is left her yet
• 51:25
  Speaker 6: till she becoming drunk too. In his debt, feels the
• 51:30
  Speaker 6: earth rise and tumbles in the gutter, wake roughly from
• 51:35
  Speaker 6: sweet dreams of country lawn. She gathers up her coil
• 51:40
  Speaker 6: of muddy hair, adjusted gingerly, and tries to fawn on
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  Speaker 6: cabman to accept her charms for fair, But when the
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  Speaker 6: saving lamps go blind at dawn, she laughs her curses
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  Speaker 6: in the vacant air of This recording is in the
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  Speaker 6: public domain.
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  Speaker 4: To an enemy when Dying by Vincent Dosullivan read for
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  Speaker 4: LibriVox dot Org by Nemo To an enemy when dying, Yes,
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  Speaker 4: you have won, and so you linger there while the
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  Speaker 4: lights wander from my windowed eyes, and words I would
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  Speaker 4: have spoken trail off size, that you may gloat upon
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  Speaker 4: my last despair and hear me shout when to the soul,
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  Speaker 4: God cries the soul which but for you he had
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  Speaker 4: found fair. Are you content than hearken to my curse
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  Speaker 4: for every good you taught my soul to shun. May
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  Speaker 4: your hard fingers rot off one by one and all diseased,
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  Speaker 4: and you find something worse. Yea, as you smile and
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  Speaker 4: turn my corpse to fun, may your lips shrivel when
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  Speaker 4: you pass my hearse Ah Peace. The words I stammered
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  Speaker 4: are un said. Your fleering laugh is token that I rave.
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  Speaker 4: The hungry worms are crawling from the grave, and you
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  Speaker 4: are stooping low across my bed. But oh, mine enemy,
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  Speaker 4: a boon, I crave. Fold down your eyes or you
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  Speaker 4: behold me dead end a poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 4: the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: A prayer by Vincent O'Sullivan read for Librevox dot Org
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  Speaker 6: by Lindamee Nielsen, Vancouver, BC. The God who sends the
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  Speaker 6: stricken wins fever fed to quicken the glooms that round
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  Speaker 6: then thicken who pray to him at night on Judgment Day,
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  Speaker 6: shall sunder his toys and crush them under, and stab
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  Speaker 6: them with his thunder and with his lightning smite from
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  Speaker 6: morning till the even by seven, and by seven the
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  Speaker 6: stars shall fall from heaven to scourge the groaning earth,
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  Speaker 6: and winter pinch in may time and weeping phil love's playtime,
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  Speaker 6: and yosts appear in daytime to strike the lips of mirth.
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  Speaker 6: The God who stamps and places sinds wounds on aching faces,
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  Speaker 6: and with his finger traces the lines of tears and
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  Speaker 6: sweat heeds. Not the wretch's crying. A hell here full
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  Speaker 6: of sighing, and hell O God at dying. Is this
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  Speaker 6: a righteous death? Strike down with thy great saber, my
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  Speaker 6: kindred and my neighbor, the mothers in their labor, the
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  Speaker 6: children in the womb, a drive us from our sadness,
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  Speaker 6: to welcome lust with gladness, to repine and to madness,
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  Speaker 6: so we forget our doom and of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 6: is in the public domain. The Rivals by Vincent O'Sullivan
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  Speaker 6: read for LibriVox dot Org by Lynda Marie Nielsen, Vancouver,
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  Speaker 6: b c. When death drawn near, felt warm the breath
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  Speaker 6: of life. Her arms withdrew, for she was weakened, sore,
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  Speaker 6: and you can be my lover friend no more, she
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  Speaker 6: said to him, hot panting through his strife. I should
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  Speaker 6: have held you closer than a wife and pressed you
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  Speaker 6: warmer to my bosom's core. But life's gray dogs came
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  Speaker 6: barking at your rife and held poor you and all
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  Speaker 6: the grace you wore, but death, he cried, My fair
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  Speaker 6: and dreaming girl, I did not mean to live when
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  Speaker 6: you came calling tis. Thus, by chance one oft the
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  Speaker 6: great love missus, ah, draw to me, and soft my
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  Speaker 6: life wings furl, for even now the hands of life
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  Speaker 6: are falling, and I am yearning for your cold, white kisses,
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  Speaker 6: and of whom this recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 8: The Voice of the Winds by Vincent O'Sullivan read for
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  Speaker 8: LibriVox dot org. Warm Wind whispering high and low. Tell
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  Speaker 8: me which way did my loss loof go? Here? The
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  Speaker 8: south wind, sighing far out the sea. Oh, I passed
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  Speaker 8: over a land for soft voices, say, a sad donapachem
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  Speaker 8: for dead folk. All way met a countless host. Thy
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  Speaker 8: lost thump was there, with pure white stars and her
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  Speaker 8: shining hair, and she smiled at me as one who
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  Speaker 8: was free from grief and strife and all misery. So
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  Speaker 8: the south wind sighed from the sounding sea. Warm wind,
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  Speaker 8: whispering high and low, Tell me which way did my
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  Speaker 8: lost loof go?
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  Speaker 5: Here?
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  Speaker 8: The west wind, wailing far out to sea. I come
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  Speaker 8: from the court of a glorious king, where a choir
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  Speaker 8: of maidens doth sweetly sing amongst the brightest. She brightest shone,
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  Speaker 8: but eyes were sad, and she seemed alone. Then she
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  Speaker 8: looked at me, and she bent her knee, and I
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  Speaker 8: heard her prayer, and it was for thee. So the
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  Speaker 8: west wind wailed from the restless sea, while, when wandering
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  Speaker 8: to and fro, tell me which way did my lost
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  Speaker 8: loof go? Hear the east wind shrieking far to see.
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  Speaker 8: I come from a region deserted in drear, where specters
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  Speaker 8: shudder and frenzied fear mid those phantom forms that love
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  Speaker 8: in the frost. Wrung her hands and wept like a
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  Speaker 8: soul that is lost, while she cried to me, o wind,
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  Speaker 8: that we might be as free as the wind is free.
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  Speaker 8: So the east wind shrieked from the cruel sea, wild wind,
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  Speaker 8: wandering to and fro shoot me, How I to my
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  Speaker 8: love can go?
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  Speaker 7: Ho?
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  Speaker 8: The north wind howleth far out to sea, in cheerless churchyard,
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  Speaker 8: by crumbling tomb, dank and heavy and fraught with gloom.
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  Speaker 8: She stands and knows that when life is sped with
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  Speaker 8: its flame and fever, all hope is dead. Hope not
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  Speaker 8: for me, I shall never be free. Is the message
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  Speaker 8: she charged me to bring to thee. So the north
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  Speaker 8: wind howled from the sobbing sea. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 8: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: God's Hour by Vincent O'Sullivan red for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 6: by Lindamrie Nielsen, Vancouver.
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  Speaker 5: B C.
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  Speaker 6: In the hot, fading light, I see, I see the
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  Speaker 6: spirit of God move down over me, an odor of
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  Speaker 6: flowers in his wings, and sweetly he sings, He sings
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  Speaker 6: to me, to me, a poor clod in flaming battle,
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  Speaker 6: rack and give and smite. I look in God's eyes,
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  Speaker 6: and the eyes are full bright with light, leaping fire,
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  Speaker 6: while he says my desire, and grasped by the hand,
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  Speaker 6: me halting and failing, a wild sinner hailing up to
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  Speaker 6: his white throne, while the scent of his hands works
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  Speaker 6: off my drear bands and old sins go wailing. He
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  Speaker 6: leans from his throne, and his lips touched with lily's
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  Speaker 6: murmur Listen, my will is that you be mine own,
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  Speaker 6: and the soft, gray eyed moon shall kiss you white soon.
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  Speaker 6: And the angels, with faces tinged red from the sun,
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  Speaker 6: bowed down one by one for a sinner crazed graces. Well,
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  Speaker 6: they know that our power is God's breath in God's hour.
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  Speaker 6: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: For the end by vincent O. Sullivan, red for LibriVox
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  Speaker 4: dot Org by Nima for the end. As sweetly comes
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  Speaker 4: to those this world calls mad, the thought of calm
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  Speaker 4: worlds without scream or cry. So it is unto man,
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  Speaker 4: when he is sad, pleasant to think that he shall
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  Speaker 4: surely die. The sick and throbbing child upon its bed,
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  Speaker 4: murmurs of streams, and for the sea doth rave. So
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  Speaker 4: on this fevered earth, my thoughts are led to dwell
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  Speaker 4: upon the coolness of the grave. End a poem. This
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  Speaker 4: recording is in the public domain. End of the Houses
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  Speaker 4: of Sin by vincent O'Sullivan.