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  Speaker 1: The Lover in Hell by Stephen Vincent Bennet Red for
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox by Anna Goss. Eternally, the choking steam goes up
• 0:12
  Speaker 1: from the black pools of seething oil. How merry those
• 0:18
  Speaker 1: little devils are. They've stolen the pitchfork from Bell there
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  Speaker 1: as he slept. Look, oh, look, look they've got it. Nero,
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  Speaker 1: Oh it isn't fair, lord, how he squeals, stop it.
• 0:39
  Speaker 1: It's well indecent, but funny. See Bell's waked. They'll catch
• 0:48
  Speaker 1: it now. Eternally, that stifling reek arises, blotting the dome
• 0:56
  Speaker 1: with smoky terrible towers, black wrangling trees, whispering obscene things
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  Speaker 1: amongst their branches, clutching with maimed hands, or oozing slowly
• 1:11
  Speaker 1: like blind tentacles up to the gates, higher than that
• 1:15
  Speaker 1: heaped brick man piled to smite the sun, and all
• 1:21
  Speaker 1: around are devils. One can laugh, But that hunched shape
• 1:27
  Speaker 1: the face one stone, like those Assyrian kings one sees
• 1:33
  Speaker 1: in carvings, watching men flayed red, horribly laughable in leaps
• 1:40
  Speaker 1: and writhes, that face utterly evil, clouded round with evil
• 1:47
  Speaker 1: like a smoke. It turns smiles sour and Nero there
• 1:53
  Speaker 1: the flabby cheeks, a strain and sweating agony, long agony, imperishable,
• 2:02
  Speaker 1: unappeasable for ever. Well it droops the mouth till I
• 2:11
  Speaker 1: look up. There's one blue patch. No smoke dares touch.
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  Speaker 1: Sky clear, ineffable, alive, with light always the same before
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  Speaker 1: I never knew rest and green peace. She stands there
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  Speaker 1: in the sun. It seems so quaint. She should have
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  Speaker 1: long gold wings I never have got used, folded across
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  Speaker 1: her breast, or fluttering with fierce pure light, like shaken steel.
• 2:51
  Speaker 1: Her crown too, well, it's queer. And then she never
• 2:58
  Speaker 1: cared much for the harp on earth. Here though, she
• 3:03
  Speaker 1: is all peace, all quiet, all passionate desires, the eloquent
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  Speaker 1: thunder of new glad suns shouting aloud for joy over
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  Speaker 1: fresh worlds and clean trampling the air like stooping hawks,
• 3:23
  Speaker 1: to the low wind of horns flung from the bastions
• 3:28
  Speaker 1: of eternity. And she is the low lake, drowsy and gentle,
• 3:34
  Speaker 1: and good words spoken from the tongues of friends, and
• 3:39
  Speaker 1: calmness in the evening, and deep thoughts falling like dreams
• 3:44
  Speaker 1: from the stars, solemn mouths. All these they said she
• 3:51
  Speaker 1: was unfaithful once or I remembered it, and so for
• 3:57
  Speaker 1: that I lie here. I suppose, yes, so they said,
• 4:05
  Speaker 1: you see she is so troubled, looking down, sorrowing deeply
• 4:11
  Speaker 1: for my torments. I of course feel nothing while I
• 4:17
  Speaker 1: see her, save that sometimes when I think the matter out,
• 4:22
  Speaker 1: and what earth people said of us, of her, it
• 4:27
  Speaker 1: seems as if I must be here in heaven and she.
• 4:33
  Speaker 1: Then I grow proud, And suddenly there comes a splatter
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  Speaker 1: of oil against my skin, hurting this time, and I
• 4:42
  Speaker 1: forget my pride, and my face writhes. Some day the
• 4:49
  Speaker 1: little ladder of white words that I build up up
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  Speaker 1: to her may fetch me out. Meanwhile, it isn't bad,
• 5:01
  Speaker 1: But what a sense of humor God must have. End
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  Speaker 1: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: The Lover in Hell by Stephen Vincent Bennet read flibbyrox
• 5:22
  Speaker 2: dot Org by algiepug Eternally, the choking steam goes up
• 5:29
  Speaker 2: from the black pools of seething oil. How merry those
• 5:34
  Speaker 2: little devils are. They've stolen the pitchfork from Bell there
• 5:39
  Speaker 2: as he slept. Look, Oh, look, look they've got it. Nero. Oh,
• 5:45
  Speaker 2: it isn't fair, Lord, How he squeals, stop it. It's
• 5:51
  Speaker 2: well indecent, but funny. See bell's waked. They'll catch it now. Eternally,
• 6:02
  Speaker 2: that stifling reek arises, blotting the dome with smoky, terrible towers,
• 6:08
  Speaker 2: black strangling trees, whispering obscene things amongst their branches, clutching
• 6:15
  Speaker 2: with maimed hands, or oozing slowly like blind tentacles up
• 6:21
  Speaker 2: to the gates, higher than that heaped brick man piled
• 6:25
  Speaker 2: to smite. The sun, and all around are devils. One
• 6:31
  Speaker 2: can laugh, But that hunched shape, the face one stone,
• 6:36
  Speaker 2: like those Assyrian kings one sees in carvings, watching men
• 6:41
  Speaker 2: flayed red, horribly laughable in leaps and writhes. That face
• 6:48
  Speaker 2: utterly evil, clouded round with evil like a smoke. It
• 6:53
  Speaker 2: turns smiles sour and nearer there, the flabby cheeks, astray
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  Speaker 2: and sweating. Agony, long agony, imperishable, unappeasable for ever. Well
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  Speaker 2: it droops the mouth till I look up. There's one
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  Speaker 2: blue patch, no smoke. Dar's touch, sky clear, ineffable, alive,
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  Speaker 2: with light always the same before I never knew rest
• 7:27
  Speaker 2: and green peace. She stands there in the sun. It
• 7:32
  Speaker 2: seems so quaint she should have long gold wings I
• 7:36
  Speaker 2: never have got used, folded across her breast, or fluttering
• 7:41
  Speaker 2: with fierce pure light like shaken steel. Her crown too, well,
• 7:48
  Speaker 2: it's queer. And then she never cared much for the
• 7:52
  Speaker 2: harp on earth. Here though she is all peace, all quiet,
• 8:00
  Speaker 2: all passionate desires, the eloquent thunder of new glad suns,
• 8:05
  Speaker 2: shouting aloud for joy over fresh worlds and clean trampling
• 8:09
  Speaker 2: the air like stooping hawks, to the long wind of
• 8:13
  Speaker 2: horns flung from the bastions of eternity. And she is
• 8:18
  Speaker 2: the low lake, drowsy and gentle, and good words spoken
• 8:23
  Speaker 2: from the tongues of friends, and calmness in the evening,
• 8:27
  Speaker 2: and deep thoughts falling like dreams from the stars solemn mouths.
• 8:34
  Speaker 2: All these they said she was unfaithful once, for I
• 8:40
  Speaker 2: remembered it, And so for that I lie here. I suppose, yes,
• 8:47
  Speaker 2: so they said, you see she is so troubled, looking down,
• 8:52
  Speaker 2: sorrowing deeply for my torments. I of course feel nothing
• 8:57
  Speaker 2: while I see her, save that sometimes when I think
• 9:01
  Speaker 2: the matter out, and what earth people said of us
• 9:05
  Speaker 2: of her, it seems as if I must be here
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  Speaker 2: in heaven. And she then I grow proud, and suddenly
• 9:14
  Speaker 2: there comes a splatter of oil against my skin, hurting
• 9:18
  Speaker 2: this time, and I forget my pride, and my face writhes.
• 9:24
  Speaker 2: Some day the little ladder of white words that I
• 9:27
  Speaker 2: build up up to her may fetch me out. Meanwhile,
• 9:33
  Speaker 2: it isn't bad, But what a sense of humor God
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  Speaker 2: must have. End of poem. This recording is in the
• 9:42
  Speaker 2: public domain.
• 9:49
  Speaker 3: The Lover in Hell by Stephen Vincent Bennet read for
• 9:54
  Speaker 3: Liebrevox dot Org by Alex Eternally. The choking steam goes
• 10:02
  Speaker 3: up from the black pools of seething oil. How merry
• 10:07
  Speaker 3: those little devils are. They've stolen the pitchfork from Bell
• 10:12
  Speaker 3: there as he slept. Look, oh, look, look they've got it. Nero. Oh,
• 10:19
  Speaker 3: it isn't fair, Lord, how he squeals, stop it. It's
• 10:25
  Speaker 3: well indecent, but funny see Bell's waked. They'll catch it now. Eternally,
• 10:36
  Speaker 3: that stifling reek arises, blotting the dome with smoky, terrible towers,
• 10:42
  Speaker 3: black strangling trees, whispering obscene things amongst their branches, clutching
• 10:49
  Speaker 3: with maimed hands, or oozing slowly like blind tentacles up
• 10:54
  Speaker 3: to the gates. Higher than that heaped brick man piled
• 10:59
  Speaker 3: to smite the sun, and all around are devils. One
• 11:03
  Speaker 3: can laugh, but that hunch shaped, that face one stone,
• 11:09
  Speaker 3: like those Assyrian kings one sees in carvings watching men
• 11:14
  Speaker 3: flayed red, horribly laughable in leaps and writhes, that face
• 11:22
  Speaker 3: utterly evil, clouded round with evil like a smoke, it
• 11:27
  Speaker 3: turns smiles, sour and nero. There the flabby cheeks, a
• 11:33
  Speaker 3: strain and sweating agony, long agony, imperishable, unappeasable for ever.
• 11:44
  Speaker 3: Well it droops the mouth till I look up. There's
• 11:49
  Speaker 3: one blue patch. No smoke dares touch. Sky, clear, ineffable, alive,
• 11:58
  Speaker 3: with light always the same before I never knew rest
• 12:04
  Speaker 3: and green peace. She stands there in the sun. It
• 12:09
  Speaker 3: seems so quaint. She should have long gold wings I
• 12:15
  Speaker 3: never have got used, folded across her breasts, or fluttering
• 12:20
  Speaker 3: with fierce pure light, like shaken seal. Her crown too well,
• 12:28
  Speaker 3: it's queer. And then she never cared much for the
• 12:31
  Speaker 3: harp on earth. Here though she is all peace, all quiet,
• 12:38
  Speaker 3: all passionate desires, the eloquent thunder of new glad suns
• 12:43
  Speaker 3: shouting aloud for joy over fresh worlds and clean, trampling
• 12:48
  Speaker 3: the air like stooping hawks, to the long wind of
• 12:53
  Speaker 3: horns flung from the passions of eternity. And she is
• 12:58
  Speaker 3: the low lake, rowsy and gentle, and good words spoken
• 13:03
  Speaker 3: from the tongues of friends, and calmness in the evening,
• 13:07
  Speaker 3: in deep thoughts falling like dreams from the star's sullen mouths.
• 13:12
  Speaker 3: All these they said she was unfaithful once, or I
• 13:16
  Speaker 3: remembered it, And so for that I lie here, I suppose, yes,
• 13:23
  Speaker 3: so they said, you see she is so troubled, looking down,
• 13:28
  Speaker 3: sorrowing deeply for my torments. I of course feel nothing
• 13:31
  Speaker 3: why I see her, save that sometimes when I think
• 13:35
  Speaker 3: the matter out, and what earth people said of us
• 13:39
  Speaker 3: of her, it seems as if I be here in
• 13:44
  Speaker 3: heaven and she. Then I grow proud, And suddenly there
• 13:50
  Speaker 3: comes a splatter of oil against my skin, hurting this time,
• 13:55
  Speaker 3: and I forget my pride and my faith's writhes. Someday
• 14:01
  Speaker 3: the little ladder of white words that I build up
• 14:05
  Speaker 3: up to her may fetch me out. Meanwhile, it isn't bad,
• 14:11
  Speaker 3: But what a sense of humor God must have. End
• 14:17
  Speaker 3: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 14:27
  Speaker 4: The Lover in Hell by Stephen Vincent Bennet read for
• 14:32
  Speaker 4: LibriVox dot Org by Bruce Kachuk. Eternally, the choking steam
• 14:39
  Speaker 4: goes up from the black pools of seething oil. How
• 14:42
  Speaker 4: merry those little devils are. They've stolen the pitchfork from
• 14:47
  Speaker 4: Bell there as he slept. Look, oh, look, look they've
• 14:51
  Speaker 4: got at nero. Oh it isn't fair, Lord, how he squeals,
• 14:57
  Speaker 4: stop it. It's well decent, but funny, see bells wait,
• 15:05
  Speaker 4: they'll catch it now. Eternally, that stifling reek arises, blotting
• 15:10
  Speaker 4: the dome with smoky terrible towers, black strangling trees, whispering
• 15:16
  Speaker 4: obscene things amongst their branches, clodging with named hands, or
• 15:22
  Speaker 4: oozing slowly like blind tentacles up to the gates, higher
• 15:26
  Speaker 4: than that heaped brick man pile to smite the sun,
• 15:30
  Speaker 4: and all around our devils. One can laugh, But that
• 15:35
  Speaker 4: hunch shape the face one's stone, like those Assyrian kings
• 15:40
  Speaker 4: one sees in carvings watching men flate red horribly laughable
• 15:45
  Speaker 4: in leaps and writhes, that face utterly evil, clouded round
• 15:51
  Speaker 4: with evil like a smoke. It turns smiles sour and
• 15:57
  Speaker 4: nearer there, the flabby cheeks, a strain and sweating agony,
• 16:01
  Speaker 4: long agony, imperishable, unappeasable forever. Well, it droops the mouth
• 16:10
  Speaker 4: till I look up. There's one blue patch. No smoke
• 16:15
  Speaker 4: dares touch. Sky, clear, ineffable, alive, with light always the
• 16:22
  Speaker 4: same before I never knew rest and green peace. She
• 16:29
  Speaker 4: stands there in the sun. It seems so quaint. She
• 16:33
  Speaker 4: should have long gold wings I'd never have got used,
• 16:37
  Speaker 4: folded across her breast, or fluttering with fierce pure light,
• 16:42
  Speaker 4: like shaken steel. Her crown too, well, it's queer. And
• 16:48
  Speaker 4: then she never cared much for the harp on earth.
• 16:51
  Speaker 4: Here though she is all peace, all quiet, all passionate desires,
• 16:56
  Speaker 4: the eloquent thunder of new glad suns shouting al out
• 17:00
  Speaker 4: for joy over fresh worlds and clean trampling the air
• 17:05
  Speaker 4: like stooping hawks, to the long wind of horns flung
• 17:10
  Speaker 4: from the bastions of eternity. And she is the low lake,
• 17:15
  Speaker 4: drowsy and gentle, and good words spoken from the tongues
• 17:19
  Speaker 4: of friends, and calmness in the evening, and deep thoughts
• 17:25
  Speaker 4: falling like dreams from the star's solemn mouths. All these
• 17:32
  Speaker 4: they said she was unfaithful once, or I remembered it,
• 17:38
  Speaker 4: and so for that I lie here. I suppose, yes,
• 17:43
  Speaker 4: so they said, you see she is so troubled, looking down,
• 17:48
  Speaker 4: sorrowing deeply for my torments. I of course feel nothing
• 17:54
  Speaker 4: while I see her, save that sometimes when I think
• 17:58
  Speaker 4: the matter out, and what earth people said of us,
• 18:02
  Speaker 4: of her, it seems as if I must be here
• 18:06
  Speaker 4: in heaven and she. Then I grow proud, And suddenly
• 18:11
  Speaker 4: there comes a splatter of oil against my skin, hurting
• 18:15
  Speaker 4: this time, and I forget my pride, and my face
• 18:20
  Speaker 4: writhes Someday the little ladder of white words that I
• 18:25
  Speaker 4: built up up to her may fetch me out. Meanwhile,
• 18:31
  Speaker 4: it isn't bad. But what a sense of humor God
• 18:36
  Speaker 4: must have. End of poem. This recording is in the
• 18:42
  Speaker 4: public domain.
• 18:49
  Speaker 5: The Lover in Hell by Stephen Vincent Binney read for
• 18:53
  Speaker 5: LibriVox dot Org by Dan Grzinski Eternally, the choking steam
• 19:00
  Speaker 5: goes up from the black pools of seething oil. How
• 19:05
  Speaker 5: merry those little devils are. They've stolen the pitchfork from
• 19:09
  Speaker 5: Bell there as he slept. Look, Oh, look, look they've
• 19:14
  Speaker 5: got it.
• 19:14
  Speaker 6: Nero.
• 19:15
  Speaker 5: Oh, it isn't fair. Lord, how he squeals, stop it.
• 19:19
  Speaker 5: It's well indecent, but funny. See bell's waked. They'll catch
• 19:25
  Speaker 5: it now. Eternally, that stifling reek arises, blotting the dome
• 19:32
  Speaker 5: with smoky, terrible towers, black strangling trees, whispering obscene things
• 19:38
  Speaker 5: amongst their branches, clutching with maimed hands, or oozing slowly
• 19:44
  Speaker 5: like blind tentacles up to the gates, higher than that
• 19:49
  Speaker 5: heaped brick man piled to smite the sun and all
• 19:53
  Speaker 5: around her devils. One can laugh, but that hunched shape,
• 19:58
  Speaker 5: the face one stone like the Assyrian kings. When sees
• 20:02
  Speaker 5: in carvings watching men flayed, red, horribly laughable in leaps
• 20:08
  Speaker 5: and writhes, that face utterly evil, clouded round with evil
• 20:14
  Speaker 5: like a smoke, it turns smiles, sour a nero. There
• 20:20
  Speaker 5: the flabby cheeks is strain and sweating, agony, long, agony
• 20:25
  Speaker 5: and perishable, unappeasable forever. Well it droops the mouth till
• 20:31
  Speaker 5: I look up. There's one blue patch. No smoke dares touch. Sky, clear, ineffable, alive,
• 20:40
  Speaker 5: with light always the same before I never knew rest
• 20:45
  Speaker 5: in green peace. She stands there in the sun. It
• 20:49
  Speaker 5: seems so quaint. She should have long gold wings I
• 20:53
  Speaker 5: never have got used folded across her breast, or fluttering
• 20:57
  Speaker 5: with fierce pure light like shape can steal her crown
• 21:02
  Speaker 5: too well, it's queer. And then she never cared much
• 21:08
  Speaker 5: for the harp on earth. Here though she is all peace,
• 21:12
  Speaker 5: all quiet, all passionate desires, the eloquent thunder of new
• 21:17
  Speaker 5: glad suns shouting aloud for joy over fresh worlds and
• 21:22
  Speaker 5: clean trampling the air like stooping hawks, to the long
• 21:26
  Speaker 5: wind of horns flung from the bastions of eternity. And
• 21:31
  Speaker 5: she is the low lake, drowsy and gentle, and good
• 21:35
  Speaker 5: words spoken from the tongues of friends, and calmness in
• 21:39
  Speaker 5: the evening, and deep thoughts falling like dreams from the stars,
• 21:44
  Speaker 5: solemn mouths. All these they said she was unfaithful once,
• 21:50
  Speaker 5: or I remembered it, And so for that I lie here.
• 21:54
  Speaker 5: I suppose, yes, so they said, you see, she is
• 21:59
  Speaker 5: so troubled, looking down, sorrowing deeply from my torments. I
• 22:04
  Speaker 5: of course feel nothing while I see her, save that
• 22:07
  Speaker 5: sometimes when I think the matter out, and what earth
• 22:11
  Speaker 5: people said of us of her, it seems as if
• 22:15
  Speaker 5: I must be here in heaven and she then I
• 22:21
  Speaker 5: grow proud, and suddenly there comes a splatter of oil
• 22:24
  Speaker 5: against my skin, hurting this time, and I forget my pride,
• 22:29
  Speaker 5: and my face writhes, Someday the little ladder of white
• 22:33
  Speaker 5: words that I build up up to her may fetch
• 22:36
  Speaker 5: me out. Meanwhile, it isn't bad, but what a sense
• 22:41
  Speaker 5: of humor God must have. End of poem. This recording
• 22:47
  Speaker 5: is in the public domain.
• 22:54
  Speaker 7: A Lover in Hell by Stephen van Sinbine read triliprovoksta
• 23:00
  Speaker 7: Orc by Sandra Eternally, the choking steam goes up from
• 23:05
  Speaker 7: the black pools of seething oil. How merry those little
• 23:09
  Speaker 7: devils are. They've stolen the pitchfork from Bell there as
• 23:13
  Speaker 7: he slept. Look, oh, look, look they've got it. Nero, Oh,
• 23:17
  Speaker 7: it isn't fair, Lord, how he squeals, stop it. It's
• 23:22
  Speaker 7: well indecent, but funny see Bell's awaked. They'll catch it now. Eternally,
• 23:29
  Speaker 7: that stifling reek arises, blotting the dome with smoky, terrible towers,
• 23:35
  Speaker 7: black strangling trees, whispering obscene things amongst their branches, clutching
• 23:42
  Speaker 7: with maimed hands, or oozing slowly like blind tentacles. Up
• 23:47
  Speaker 7: to the gates, higher than that heaped brick man piled
• 23:52
  Speaker 7: to smite the sun, and all around our devils. One
• 23:56
  Speaker 7: can laugh, But that hunched shape, the face one stone
• 24:01
  Speaker 7: like those Assyrian kings, one seizing carvings, watching men flayed red,
• 24:07
  Speaker 7: horribly laughable in leaps, and writhe that face utterly evil,
• 24:12
  Speaker 7: clouded round with evil like a smoke, it turns smiles
• 24:17
  Speaker 7: sour and nearer there the flabby cheeks, a strained and
• 24:22
  Speaker 7: sweating agony, long agony, imperishable, unappeasable forever. Well it droops
• 24:30
  Speaker 7: the mouth till I look up. There's one blue patch.
• 24:34
  Speaker 7: No smoke dares touch. Sky clear, ineffable, alive, with light
• 24:40
  Speaker 7: always the same before I never knew rest and green peace.
• 24:45
  Speaker 7: She stands there in the sun. It seems so quaint.
• 24:49
  Speaker 7: She should have long gold wings I never have got used,
• 24:53
  Speaker 7: folded across her breast, or fluttering with fierce pure light,
• 24:57
  Speaker 7: like shaken steel. Her crown, well, it's queer. And then
• 25:02
  Speaker 7: she never cared much for the harp on earth. Here
• 25:05
  Speaker 7: though she's all peace, all quiet, all passionate desires. The
• 25:10
  Speaker 7: eloquent thunder of new glad suns shouting aloud for joy,
• 25:15
  Speaker 7: over fresh worlds and clean, trampling the air like stooping
• 25:19
  Speaker 7: hawks to the long wind of horns flung from the
• 25:23
  Speaker 7: bastions of eternity. And she is like the low lake,
• 25:27
  Speaker 7: drowsy and gentle, and good words spoken from the tongues
• 25:31
  Speaker 7: of friends, and calmness in the evening, and deep thoughts
• 25:35
  Speaker 7: falling like dreams from the star's solemn mouths. All these
• 25:41
  Speaker 7: they said she was unfaithful once, or I remembered it,
• 25:45
  Speaker 7: And so for that I lie here, I suppose, yes,
• 25:49
  Speaker 7: so they said, you see, she's so troubled, looking down,
• 25:53
  Speaker 7: sorrowing deeply for my torments. I of course feel nothing
• 25:57
  Speaker 7: while I see her, save that sometimes when I think
• 26:00
  Speaker 7: the matter out, and what earth people said of us
• 26:03
  Speaker 7: of her, it seems as if I must be here
• 26:06
  Speaker 7: in heaven and she. Then I grow proud, And suddenly
• 26:11
  Speaker 7: there comes a splatter of oil against my skin, hurting
• 26:14
  Speaker 7: this time, and I forget my pride, and my face writhes.
• 26:19
  Speaker 7: Some day the little ladder of white words that I
• 26:22
  Speaker 7: build up up to her may fetch me out. Meanwhile.
• 26:27
  Speaker 7: It isn't bad, But what a sense of humor God
• 26:30
  Speaker 7: must have, and of palm. This recording is in the
• 26:35
  Speaker 7: public domain.
• 26:42
  Speaker 8: The Lover in Hell by Stephen Vincent Bennet read forlibrivox
• 26:47
  Speaker 8: dot Org by Daryl Nobles. Eternally, the choking steam goes
• 26:53
  Speaker 8: up from the black pools of seething oil. How merry
• 26:57
  Speaker 8: those little devils are. They've stolen the pitchfork from Bell
• 27:02
  Speaker 8: there as he slipped. Look, oh, look, look they've got it.
• 27:07
  Speaker 8: Nero Oh, it isn't fair, lord, how he squeals, stop it.
• 27:12
  Speaker 8: It's well indecent, but funny. See Bell's waked. They'll catch
• 27:19
  Speaker 8: it now. Eternally, that stifling reek arises, bloating the dome
• 27:25
  Speaker 8: with smoky terrible towers, black strangling trees, whispering obscene things
• 27:32
  Speaker 8: amongst their branches, clutching with their maimed hands, or oozing
• 27:37
  Speaker 8: slowly like blind tentacles up to the gates higher than
• 27:42
  Speaker 8: that heaped brick man piled to smite the sun, and
• 27:46
  Speaker 8: all around are devils. One can laugh, But that hunch
• 27:50
  Speaker 8: shape the face one's stone, like those Assyrian kings one
• 27:55
  Speaker 8: sees in carvings, watching men flade red, horribly laughable in
• 28:00
  Speaker 8: leafs and rights. That face utterly evil, clouded round with
• 28:06
  Speaker 8: evil like a smoke. It turns smiles sour and nearer
• 28:10
  Speaker 8: there the flabby cheeks, a strain and sweating agony, long agony, imperishable,
• 28:18
  Speaker 8: unappeasable forever. Well, it droops the mouth till I look up.
• 28:25
  Speaker 8: There's one blue patch, no smoke, Dar's touch, sky clear, infallible, alive,
• 28:31
  Speaker 8: with light always the same before I never knew rest
• 28:36
  Speaker 8: in green peace. She stands there in the sun. It
• 28:41
  Speaker 8: seems so quaint. She should have long gold wings I
• 28:45
  Speaker 8: never got used to, folded across her breaths were fluttering
• 28:49
  Speaker 8: with fierce, pure light, like shaken steel. Her crown too, well,
• 28:54
  Speaker 8: it's queer. And then she never cared much for the
• 28:58
  Speaker 8: harp on earth. Here though, she is all peace, all quiet,
• 29:04
  Speaker 8: all passionate desires, the eloquent thunder of new glad suns
• 29:09
  Speaker 8: shouting aloud for joy over fresh whorls and clean trampling
• 29:14
  Speaker 8: the air like stooping hawks, to the long wind of
• 29:18
  Speaker 8: horns flung from the bastions of eternity. And she is
• 29:22
  Speaker 8: the low lake, drowsy and gentle, and good words spoken
• 29:26
  Speaker 8: from the tongues of friends, and calmness in the evening,
• 29:30
  Speaker 8: and deep thoughts falling like dreams from the stars, solemn
• 29:35
  Speaker 8: mouths all these. They said she was unfaithful once, or
• 29:40
  Speaker 8: I remembered it, and so for that I lie here.
• 29:44
  Speaker 8: I suppose, yes, so they said, you see she is
• 29:48
  Speaker 8: so troubled, looking down, sorrowing deeply from my torments. I
• 29:53
  Speaker 8: of course feel nothing while I see her, save that
• 29:57
  Speaker 8: sometimes when I think the matter out and what earth
• 30:01
  Speaker 8: people said of us, of her, it seems as if
• 30:05
  Speaker 8: I must be here in heaven and she. Then I
• 30:10
  Speaker 8: grow proud, And suddenly there comes a splatter of oil
• 30:14
  Speaker 8: against my skin, hurting this time, and I forget my
• 30:18
  Speaker 8: pride and my face rise. Some day the little ladder
• 30:23
  Speaker 8: of white words that I build up up to her
• 30:26
  Speaker 8: may fetch me out. Meanwhile, it isn't bad, But what
• 30:30
  Speaker 8: a sense of humor God must have. End of poem.
• 30:36
  Speaker 8: This recording is in the public domain.
• 30:43
  Speaker 9: The Lover in Hell by Stephen Vincent Bennet read for
• 30:47
  Speaker 9: LibriVox dot or by Florence short Eternally, the choking steam
• 30:54
  Speaker 9: goes up from the black pools of seething oil. How
• 30:58
  Speaker 9: merry those little devils are. They've stolen the pitchfork from
• 31:02
  Speaker 9: Bell there as he slept. Look, Oh, look, look, they've
• 31:06
  Speaker 9: got a narrow Oh it isn't fair, Lord, how he squeals,
• 31:11
  Speaker 9: stop at It's well indecent, but funny. See Bell's wait.
• 31:18
  Speaker 9: They'll catch it now. Eternally, that stifling reek arises, blotting
• 31:24
  Speaker 9: the dome with smoky, terrible towers, black strangling trees, whispering
• 31:30
  Speaker 9: of scene things amongst their branches, clutching with maimed hands,
• 31:36
  Speaker 9: or oozing slowly like blind tentacles up to the gates,
• 31:41
  Speaker 9: higher than that heaped brick man pile to smite the
• 31:45
  Speaker 9: sun and all around our devils. One can laugh, but
• 31:50
  Speaker 9: that hunched shape, the face one stone, like those Assyrian
• 31:57
  Speaker 9: kings one sees in carvings, watching men flayed red, horribly
• 32:04
  Speaker 9: laughable in leaps, and rise that face utterly evil, clouded
• 32:10
  Speaker 9: round with evil like a smoke, it turns smiles, sour
• 32:15
  Speaker 9: and nearro there the flabby cheeks, a strain and sweating agony,
• 32:22
  Speaker 9: long agony, imperishable, unappeasable for ever. Well it droops the
• 32:28
  Speaker 9: mouth till I look up. There's one blue patch, no smoke,
• 32:33
  Speaker 9: dearest touch, sky, clear, ineffable, alive, with light, always the
• 32:40
  Speaker 9: same before I never knew rest and green peace. She
• 32:45
  Speaker 9: stands there in the sun. It seems so quaint. She
• 32:48
  Speaker 9: should have long gold wings I never have got used,
• 32:52
  Speaker 9: folded across her breast, or fluttering with fierce, pure light
• 32:58
  Speaker 9: like shaken steel. Her crown, too, well, is queer. And
• 33:03
  Speaker 9: then she never cared much for the harp on earth.
• 33:08
  Speaker 9: Here though she is all peace, all quiet, all passionate desires,
• 33:14
  Speaker 9: the eloquent thunder of new glad sons shouting aloud for
• 33:19
  Speaker 9: joy over fresh whirls and clean trampling the air like
• 33:24
  Speaker 9: stooping hawks, to the long wind of horns flung from
• 33:29
  Speaker 9: the bastions of eternity. And she is the low lake,
• 33:33
  Speaker 9: drowsy and gentle, and good words spoken from the tongues
• 33:38
  Speaker 9: of friends, and calmness in the evening, and deep thoughts
• 33:43
  Speaker 9: falling like dreams from the star's solemn mouths. All these
• 33:49
  Speaker 9: they said she was unfaithful once, or I remembered it,
• 33:54
  Speaker 9: And so for that I lie here, I suppose, yes,
• 33:58
  Speaker 9: so they said, you see, she is so troubled, looking down,
• 34:03
  Speaker 9: sorrowing deeply for my torments. I of course feel nothing
• 34:07
  Speaker 9: while I see her, save that sometimes when I think
• 34:11
  Speaker 9: the matter out, and what earth people said of us
• 34:14
  Speaker 9: of her, it seems as if I must be here
• 34:18
  Speaker 9: in heaven, and she then I grow proud, and suddenly
• 34:23
  Speaker 9: there comes a splatter of oil against my skin, hurting
• 34:27
  Speaker 9: this time, and I forget my pride and my face rise.
• 34:32
  Speaker 9: Some day the little ladder of white words that I
• 34:37
  Speaker 9: build up up to her may fetch me out. Meanwhile.
• 34:44
  Speaker 9: It isn't bad, but what a sense of humor God
• 34:48
  Speaker 9: must have and of poem. This recording is in the
• 34:54
  Speaker 9: public domain.
• 35:01
  Speaker 10: The Lover in Hell by Stephen Vincent Binney read for
• 35:06
  Speaker 10: LibriVox dot Org by Carrie Adams Your Book Voice on
• 35:11
  Speaker 10: October twenty third, twenty twenty one. At Mesa, Arizona. Eternally,
• 35:19
  Speaker 10: the choking steam goes up from the black pools of
• 35:23
  Speaker 10: seeding oil. How merry those little devils are. They've stolen
• 35:29
  Speaker 10: the pitchfork from Bell there as he slept. Look, Oh, look,
• 35:35
  Speaker 10: look they've got a nero. Oh it isn't fair, Lord,
• 35:42
  Speaker 10: how he squeals, stop it. It's well indecent, but funny
• 35:51
  Speaker 10: see Bell's wait. They'll catch it now. Eternally, that's stifling
• 36:00
  Speaker 10: Greek arises, blotting the dome.
• 36:03
  Speaker 11: With smoky terrible towers, blacks, strangling trees, whispering obscene things
• 36:13
  Speaker 11: amongst their branches, clutching with mailed hands, or oozing slowly
• 36:23
  Speaker 11: like blind tentacles up to the gates, higher than that
• 36:28
  Speaker 11: heat brick man pill'd to smite the sun, and all.
• 36:33
  Speaker 10: Around are devils. One can laugh, but that hunch'd shape
• 36:40
  Speaker 10: the face one stone like those Assyrian kings, one seizing carvings,
• 36:48
  Speaker 10: watching men flay red horribly laughable in leaps and writhes.
• 36:56
  Speaker 10: That face utterly evil, clouded round with evil like a smoke,
• 37:03
  Speaker 10: It turns smiles, sour and nero. There a flabby cheeks,
• 37:09
  Speaker 10: a strain and sweating. Agony, long agony, imperishable, unappeasable for ever.
• 37:22
  Speaker 10: Well it droops the mouth till I look up. There's
• 37:29
  Speaker 10: one blue patch. No smoke dares touch sky, clear, ineffable, alive,
• 37:37
  Speaker 10: with light always the same before I never knew rest
• 37:43
  Speaker 10: and green peace. She stands there in the sun. It
• 37:48
  Speaker 10: seems so quaint. She should have long gold wings I
• 37:53
  Speaker 10: never have got used, folded across her breast, or fluttering
• 37:58
  Speaker 10: with tierce pure light like shaken steel. Her crown too, well,
• 38:06
  Speaker 10: it's queer. And then she never cared much for the
• 38:11
  Speaker 10: harp on earth. Here though, she is all peace, all quiet,
• 38:19
  Speaker 10: all passionate desires, the eloquent thunder of new glad suns
• 38:26
  Speaker 10: shouting aloud for joy over fresh worlds and clean trampling
• 38:33
  Speaker 10: the air like stooping hawks, to the long wind of
• 38:37
  Speaker 10: horns flung from the bastions of eternity. And she is
• 38:45
  Speaker 10: the low lake, drowsy and gentleman, and good words spoken
• 38:50
  Speaker 10: from the tongues of friends, and calmness in the evening,
• 38:55
  Speaker 10: and deep thoughts falling like dreas from the star's solemn mouths.
• 39:04
  Speaker 10: All these they said she was unfaithful once, or I
• 39:10
  Speaker 10: remembered it, And so for that I lie here, I suppose, yes,
• 39:16
  Speaker 10: so they said, you see she is so troubled, looking down,
• 39:22
  Speaker 10: sorrowing deeply for my torments. I of course feel nothing
• 39:29
  Speaker 10: while I see her, save that sometimes when I think
• 39:33
  Speaker 10: the matter out, and what earth people said of us
• 39:37
  Speaker 10: of her, it seems as if I must be here
• 39:43
  Speaker 10: in heaven and she. Then I grow proud, And suddenly
• 39:49
  Speaker 10: there comes a splatter of oil against my skin, hurting
• 39:53
  Speaker 10: this time, and I forget my pride, and my face writhes.
• 40:01
  Speaker 10: Some day the little latter of white words that I
• 40:05
  Speaker 10: build up up to her may fetch me out. Meanwhile,
• 40:11
  Speaker 10: it isn't mad, but what a sense of humor God
• 40:17
  Speaker 10: must have. End of poem. This recording is in the
• 40:23
  Speaker 10: public domain.
• 40:30
  Speaker 6: The Lover in Hell by Stephen Vincent Bennet read for
• 40:35
  Speaker 6: LibriVox dot Org by Phil Schamph. Eternally, the choking steam
• 40:41
  Speaker 6: goes up from the black pools of seeding oil. How
• 40:45
  Speaker 6: merry those little devils are. They've stolen the pitchfork from
• 40:49
  Speaker 6: Bell there as he slept. Look, oh, look, look they've
• 40:55
  Speaker 6: got it. Nero. Oh, it isn't fair, Lord, how he
• 40:59
  Speaker 6: square wheels. Stop it. It's well indecent, but funny. See
• 41:06
  Speaker 6: Bell's waked. They'll catch it now. Eternally, that stifling reek arises,
• 41:14
  Speaker 6: blotting the dome with smoky, terrible towers, black strangling trees,
• 41:20
  Speaker 6: whispering obscene things among their branches, clutching with maimed hands,
• 41:25
  Speaker 6: or oozing slowly like blind tentacles up to the gates
• 41:31
  Speaker 6: higher than that heaped brick man piled to smite the sun,
• 41:36
  Speaker 6: and all around our devils. One can laugh, but that
• 41:40
  Speaker 6: hunt shape the face one's stone, like those Assyrian kings.
• 41:45
  Speaker 6: One seas in carvings, watching men flad red horribly laughable
• 41:50
  Speaker 6: in leaps and writhes that face utterly evil, clouded round
• 41:56
  Speaker 6: with evil like a smoke, it turns small, sour and nero.
• 42:02
  Speaker 6: There the flabby cheeks, a strain and sweating agony, long agony, imperishable,
• 42:10
  Speaker 6: unappeasable forever. Well, it droops the mouth till I look up.
• 42:16
  Speaker 6: There's one blue patch. No smoke dares touch. Sky, clear, ineffable, alive,
• 42:25
  Speaker 6: with light always the same before I never knew rest
• 42:30
  Speaker 6: and green peace. She stands there in the sun. It
• 42:35
  Speaker 6: seems so quaint. She should have long gold wings I'd
• 42:39
  Speaker 6: never have got used, folded across her breast, or fluttering
• 42:44
  Speaker 6: with fierce pure light like shaken steel. Her crown too, well,
• 42:50
  Speaker 6: it's queer. And then she never cared much for the
• 42:54
  Speaker 6: harp on earth. Here though she is all peace, all
• 43:00
  Speaker 6: all quiet, all passionate desires, the eloquent thunder of new
• 43:06
  Speaker 6: glad suns, shouting aloud for joy over fresh worlds and
• 43:11
  Speaker 6: clean trampling the air like stooping hawks, to the long
• 43:16
  Speaker 6: wind of horns flung from the bastions of eternity. And
• 43:21
  Speaker 6: she is the low Lake, drowsy and gentle, and good
• 43:26
  Speaker 6: words spoken from the tongues of friends and calmness in
• 43:30
  Speaker 6: the evening, and deep thoughts falling like dreams from the
• 43:35
  Speaker 6: star's solemn mouths. All these they said she was unfaithful once,
• 43:41
  Speaker 6: or I remembered it, and so for that I lie here.
• 43:46
  Speaker 6: I suppose, yes, so they said, you see she is
• 43:52
  Speaker 6: so troubled, looking down, sorrowing deeply for my torments. I
• 43:57
  Speaker 6: of course feel nothing while I see her, save that
• 44:02
  Speaker 6: sometimes when I think the matter out, and what earth
• 44:06
  Speaker 6: people said of us of her, it seems as if
• 44:10
  Speaker 6: I must be here in heaven and she. Then I
• 44:15
  Speaker 6: grow proud, And suddenly there comes a splatter of oil
• 44:19
  Speaker 6: against my skin, hurting this time, and I forget my pride,
• 44:24
  Speaker 6: and my face writhes, Someday the little ladder of white
• 44:28
  Speaker 6: words that I build up up to her may fetch
• 44:32
  Speaker 6: me out. Meanwhile, it isn't bad, But what a sense
• 44:37
  Speaker 6: of humor God must have. And a poem. This recording
• 44:43
  Speaker 6: is in the public domain.