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Renascence A Book of Verse-Walter Crane · Inventions of the Century

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  Speaker 1: Introduction of Renaissance, a Book of Verse by Walter Crane.
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  Speaker 1: This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in
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  Speaker 1: by Larry Wilson to m F. C. This sheaf that
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  Speaker 1: I have bound of mingled grain beneath the noon, to
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  Speaker 1: give a spot of shade, where might we sit and
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  Speaker 1: mark before they fade the fleeting lights across life stappled
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  Speaker 1: plain ere with its treasured had times and rolling wain,
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  Speaker 1: piled up with memories and thoughts, unsaid with hopes and fears.
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  Speaker 1: In trembling leaf and blade turns sunward where the harvest
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  Speaker 1: home is made. Perchance the tangled stems some flowers, unfold
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  Speaker 1: not all, and meet the brows of her to wreath,
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  Speaker 1: who with me bore the burden of the morn. If
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  Speaker 1: yet the scarlet pleased not on the corn. Love's blue
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  Speaker 1: is steadfast, and thy name in gold is written by
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  Speaker 1: Love's wing feather underneath. Of the poems in this book,
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  Speaker 1: the whole of those included in Part one are now
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  Speaker 1: printed for the first time of the rest the Sirens Three,
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  Speaker 1: Thoughts in a Hammock, a Herald of Spring, and the
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  Speaker 1: Rondeaux across the Fields all appeared with designs of mind
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  Speaker 1: as decorative pages in the English Illustrated Magazine, the Sirens
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  Speaker 1: Three being afterwards issued with the illustrations in book form
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  Speaker 1: by Messrs Macmillan and Company, whom I have to thank
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  Speaker 1: for permission to repent it with the others. Here Flora's Feast,
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  Speaker 1: with colored designs of flowers to each couplet, has been
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  Speaker 1: published as a Christmas book by Monsieurs Cassel and Company,
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  Speaker 1: at whose consent it reappears. I regret there should have
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  Speaker 1: been any delay in the appearance of the book, which
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  Speaker 1: has been into the illness of the engraver who had
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  Speaker 1: charge of some of the blocks. Walter Crane, April eighteen
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  Speaker 1: ninety one, end of introduction, Part one. Earlier Poems in
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  Speaker 1: Vacation by Walter Crane read for LibriVox dot Org by
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  Speaker 1: Luriy Wilson. O Soul of souls awake, Lift up thine
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  Speaker 1: eyes to meet the day spring, till their spirit skies
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  Speaker 1: flash answering light to pierce the clinging veil of mists
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  Speaker 1: and shadows of the night. Grown pale renascent, leave the
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  Speaker 1: tumblent of thy bed, though rich with painted love of legend,
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  Speaker 1: dead and gilded with the gold of hallowed time, and
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  Speaker 1: dim with dreams and darkness of the prime, Oh joy
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  Speaker 1: of man arise. Behold, time brings del deliverance for thee
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  Speaker 1: and thoughts swift wings are dyed afresh in iris hues
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  Speaker 1: of Hope, who paints for thee by her creative scope.
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  Speaker 1: New heaven and earth renewed before thy sight, with golden
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  Speaker 1: fields unreaped and fresh delight of flower and fruit of
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  Speaker 1: no forbidden tree, where life is love and blooms sweet liberty,
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  Speaker 1: Oh bride of light, like aphrodite, rise from rosy waves
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  Speaker 1: of morn that crystallize thy sacred image in their mirror,
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  Speaker 1: smooth as sculpture of the shining limbs. They soothe and
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  Speaker 1: clothe thyself in pureness, like the sun, with lily lawn
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  Speaker 1: and blue of heaven, spun from spotless fields of interstellar space,
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  Speaker 1: a seamless shrine to keep thy inward grace. But on
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  Speaker 1: thy broidered robe, thy brides attire. Put on thy glory
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  Speaker 1: and the jewel fire of fearless thought. Nor let thine
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  Speaker 1: handmade spare all grateful tribute from the sweet and fair,
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  Speaker 1: to deck thy loveliness and make appear the fullness of
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  Speaker 1: the beauty thou didst wear. But let no crown thy
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  Speaker 1: golden head bethrone, except the coronal of Wisdom's own fair forth,
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  Speaker 1: fair bride, and from thy chamber come lo. They are
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  Speaker 1: waiting who shall lead thee home, the winged procession of.
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  Speaker 2: The eager hours before thy feet to pave the way
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  Speaker 2: with flowers. The daughters of the year, the season's four,
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  Speaker 2: have decked the happy earth with sun and shower. Each
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  Speaker 2: joyful mouth, each blissful day, is swift to bring unto
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  Speaker 2: thy feet its treasured gift. The sisters three, who plow
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  Speaker 2: and sow and reap, still gather thee times grain in
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  Speaker 2: growing heap, from golden age to golden age, to be
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  Speaker 2: their dreamful faces wrapt in prophecy of veiled futurity's potential hour,
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  Speaker 2: where fate prepareth Thine immortal dower. Arise, sweet soul, arise
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  Speaker 2: and take thy throne up. Built in ages long by
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  Speaker 2: stone on stone, the human spirits, still aspiring stare whose
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  Speaker 2: marble feet were laid in toil and care and wash'd
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  Speaker 2: with tears and worn in eager quest of false and
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  Speaker 2: fleeting phantoms seeking rest. But now thy feet are fledg'd
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  Speaker 2: and would aspire to climb the summit of thy hope's
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  Speaker 2: desire high where in sculptur'd walls, then towers rise her
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  Speaker 2: architecture white in azure skies ti'd, with the fire of
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  Speaker 2: dawn above thy head. Ah, There, fair soul, thy marriage
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  Speaker 2: feast is spread. And there, with wisdom still and knowledge clear,
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  Speaker 2: sweet counsel, shalt thou take, and without fear, for love
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  Speaker 2: will give thee law, and love shall be thy chancellor
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  Speaker 2: and rule equality. No scepter shall thy white right hand
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  Speaker 2: e'er hold, But say liquid freedom, brighter than the gold
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  Speaker 2: of kingships, and blessing by the power that crowns life's
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  Speaker 2: magic staff with bud and flour. Nor be thy sister hand,
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  Speaker 2: forgotten soul. But while her slender fingers do control the
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  Speaker 2: world's large heart, and in its compass found the wealth
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  Speaker 2: of all the universe imbound, And thou shalt open the
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  Speaker 2: eternal reign of justice. While fair Peace, with all her trains,
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  Speaker 2: shall sow the earth with blessings and impart new joy
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  Speaker 2: and skill to men in craft and art, to gather
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  Speaker 2: from all the shores the scattered gems, with beauty's pearls
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  Speaker 2: to deck. Thus, diadems and poesy shall fill thy course
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  Speaker 2: with song and common wealth, the ocean gateways throng with
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  Speaker 2: white winged messengers. From all the lands and tidings glad
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  Speaker 2: shall join the nation's hands. From riches and from penury,
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  Speaker 2: set free, and from the last dread link of slavery
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  Speaker 2: and eke, from Tyrant's sword and tyrant gold and priestly nightmare,
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  Speaker 2: that the soul doth fold their giant labor in his strength.
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  Speaker 2: Newfound rejoicing shall go forth to break new ground one
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  Speaker 2: brotherhood with art and knowledge clear, to bridge the gulf
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  Speaker 2: of space, and bring men near with fruitful brain and hand,
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  Speaker 2: to bring new birth of titan forces, to subdue the earth.
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  Speaker 2: And from the willing hands of nature draw new benefits
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  Speaker 2: and owning but her law, out of her treasury things
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  Speaker 2: tried and true in human faith and hope, to build
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  Speaker 2: a new man's shattered house, and paint his storied wall
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  Speaker 2: for life and love a heritage for all.
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  Speaker 1: In a poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Section two of Renaissance, a book of verse by Walter Crane.
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  Speaker 3: This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in
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  Speaker 3: visit LibriVox dot org. The City of Love About the
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  Speaker 3: time when garland and green May, at summer's threshold, casts
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  Speaker 3: her blossom crown. Time bore me on his winged wheels
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  Speaker 3: away out of the joyless city where I lay from
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  Speaker 3: smoke dim streets, whose dusky skies disown the day. God's
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  Speaker 3: glorious face serene that shows this day of days to
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  Speaker 3: rain in his fair house cloud built in white and
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  Speaker 3: interspaced with blue, above the green earth's veals that I
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  Speaker 3: did pass, bearing ungathered harvests in their grass of starbright flowers,
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  Speaker 3: and every magic hue born of the hours and of
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  Speaker 3: the kindling zone sun cast or wandering meat and upland loan.
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  Speaker 3: Now on every hand mine eyes did fill, as went
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  Speaker 3: the wheel, whirled with the fiery will, and always as
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  Speaker 3: the changeful landscape spread mead beyond mead and furrowed ridge
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  Speaker 3: and tree, and traversed road and bridge and woodland, lee
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  Speaker 3: me seemed as a chart my life, to see what
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  Speaker 3: was and is and that which is to be as
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  Speaker 3: dark and bright the region's face. I read, nor yet
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  Speaker 3: I stayed at all, But still with time fled by
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  Speaker 3: and onward many leagues, until about the height of day.
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  Speaker 3: The wheel was still. About the hour it was ere
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  Speaker 3: noon should chime, And I looked forth and saw dim
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  Speaker 3: pointed spires like flames arising from a golden mead, which
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  Speaker 3: burned with all the yellow, crowded fires of shining cups
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  Speaker 3: that fill the fields of may. Whereby a city fair
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  Speaker 3: mine eyes had heed verged round, with bowery close and
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  Speaker 3: willow's gray shading the silent water's secret way, girdling the
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  Speaker 3: quiet town with clustered reed. Thence rose no surge of
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  Speaker 3: men or sound of strife, but smoothly glowed the even
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  Speaker 3: hours of life told by the sweet tongued bells in
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  Speaker 3: tuneful towers, and in the streets. There moved the breath
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  Speaker 3: of flowers and incense, such as riseth after showers upon
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  Speaker 3: deep gardens, hiding in their bowers, the inmost heart of sweetness.
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  Speaker 3: Still my way drew on between high windowed walls and
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  Speaker 3: old but to the street, an ancient story told with
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  Speaker 3: solemn mien, unto life's changing day in restless ebb and flow,
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  Speaker 3: as sea waves play about the feet of lonely cliffs.
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  Speaker 3: Though now even these I passed as fleeting things in vain.
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  Speaker 3: For all my heart a strange, consuming pain, possessed in
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  Speaker 3: thought of what I hoped to gain, filled with an
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  Speaker 3: exquisite fire, wherein did show all things as dross or
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  Speaker 3: gold of faeriris vane, as since the Gate of Love
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  Speaker 3: had hoped for me, I lived in hell or heavenly ecstasy.
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  Speaker 3: But all things on this day had good import For
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  Speaker 3: even now I went to Love's high court to greet
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  Speaker 3: my heart's dear queen, where she did dwell in this
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  Speaker 3: his holy city, where the streets seemed gold, or like
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  Speaker 3: the burnished path which meets the sun's bright porch across
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  Speaker 3: the shining sea. So in Love's glory shone my way
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  Speaker 3: to me, until before her gait the splendor fell, robed
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  Speaker 3: in sweet grace, and crowned with her hair. I met
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  Speaker 3: my Queen upon her palace stair, and near I was
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  Speaker 3: to fall and worship there as to her hand I
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  Speaker 3: brought a golden gift, which she, my gracious Sovereign, counted well,
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  Speaker 3: and me unto her highest grace, did lift, making me
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  Speaker 3: rich above all kingly state. For side by side within
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  Speaker 3: her house we sat erneath the azure canopy of heaven,
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  Speaker 3: and every hour and every day of seven brought unto
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  Speaker 3: our feet their separate joy, And every day the plenteous
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  Speaker 3: feast was spread before my grateful heart, and eyes and
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  Speaker 3: lips that drank the wine of love and broke his bread,
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  Speaker 3: and drew my soul delight through honey SIPs from the
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  Speaker 3: sweet source of sweet which may not cloy. Then from
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  Speaker 3: Love's banquet rising my beloved forth led me in the
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  Speaker 3: bond of her dear hand, that we, in his glad
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  Speaker 3: courts might understand fresh joyants and through all his realm.
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  Speaker 3: We moved adown the golden street my lady led, where
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  Speaker 3: passed us to and fro Love's votaries, the searches of
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  Speaker 3: his book, within whose eyes was writ his name, and
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  Speaker 3: whose chanting lips had said his prayers, and horizons, within
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  Speaker 3: the shrines, dim windows, strange and still with sacred air,
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  Speaker 3: stirred by the wings of singing spirits. Fair when the
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  Speaker 3: sweet anthem lifted or declines in organ waves that sweep
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  Speaker 3: along the lines of the soul's shore, to break upon
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  Speaker 3: and die saw off on the soothed borders. Silently we
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  Speaker 3: passed by the door and entered in for in Love's
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  Speaker 3: holy place we sought to win high ecstasy, whereon our
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  Speaker 3: souls might climb even to the utmost gate of golden bliss,
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  Speaker 3: and know within the sanctuary of this our dear inheritance
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  Speaker 3: in God's good time, Love's service done. Forth, streamed from
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  Speaker 3: their place, his choristers and singing boys, attired in white raiment,
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  Speaker 3: shining where they choired, And after them we went with
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  Speaker 3: silent pace, and towards the groves of pleasure, turned our
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  Speaker 3: face whence by green quietude of cloistered stone, and shadowed
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  Speaker 3: courts that kept themselves alone beneath the carbon boughs at interlace,
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  Speaker 3: until we came beneath the fairer roof of curtained leaves.
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  Speaker 3: Light spread of greenish woof, glowing between the stony window
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  Speaker 3: fret as shines such light of paradise. Men get dark,
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  Speaker 3: barred by care, which holdeth them aloof and binds their
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  Speaker 3: souls within life's twisted net. But entered we the joyful
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  Speaker 3: ed gate, where talk the trees of summer and of green,
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  Speaker 3: more glorious than May's bright head doth screen, whereas she
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  Speaker 3: hideth from the flaming state, when the all regal sun
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  Speaker 3: would penetrate, seeking dominion in the realm of shade, where
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  Speaker 3: now we thought to find sweet pleasure laid and take
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  Speaker 3: her sleeping while the hour should wait. Yea hidden in
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  Speaker 3: the odorous isles of May, whose fragrance fans the air
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  Speaker 3: which faints away. There in a labyrinth of leaves, I
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  Speaker 3: caught her, whereby soft willows kissed the silent water. I
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  Speaker 3: caught her, and I kissed. Though she did pray release,
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  Speaker 3: and said, thou canst not hold Time's daughter, but her
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  Speaker 3: I held, nor let her thence depart till I had
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  Speaker 3: won her favorable grace. And after oft we saw her
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  Speaker 3: fleeting face laugh through the leaves, and in our kindled
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  Speaker 3: heart were glad exceedingly. Nor thought to part content a
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  Speaker 3: little while in each fair place to know us sweet
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  Speaker 3: above all flowery space. My fate tongue fought with when
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  Speaker 3: I would tell what doors of joy we passed, what
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  Speaker 3: sights to seek? But Love's day endeth, and his holy week,
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  Speaker 3: whose dear appointed feasts we kept full well, seeking Love's
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  Speaker 3: face at morn and even tide. Though oft it was
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  Speaker 3: too bright to look upon, shining above the splendor of
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  Speaker 3: the sun, a burning flame, when dazed dim fire had died.
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  Speaker 3: And now the last of days it came to pass
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  Speaker 3: I with my love upon a space of grass, sat
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  Speaker 3: by a water, which the willows kept, and silently the
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  Speaker 3: stream beneath them swept secret as time and still, and
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  Speaker 3: staying not fair fell the sun through glancing leaves above,
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  Speaker 3: and fair on us did shine the sun of love.
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  Speaker 3: As one brief hour together we forgot all earthly things
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  Speaker 3: in that enchanted plot. The world of strife and evil
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  Speaker 3: favored care and misery, whose voice was silent there even
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  Speaker 3: so a little while our blissful lot a little while,
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  Speaker 3: But soon the end befell. For time, a sudden shadow
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  Speaker 3: on us fell, and loud above I heard his hateful
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  Speaker 3: bell clang in the tower to ring our sweet day's knell.
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  Speaker 3: Thence was I torn from my dear love away, And
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  Speaker 3: as a dream I lost upon that day my hold
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  Speaker 3: of joy, and slipp'd adown, adown, nor knew I more
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  Speaker 3: until I woke again an to the endless world with
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  Speaker 3: all its pain, the sea wide city, and the sad
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  Speaker 3: refrain of hungry waves. That now my song would drown
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  Speaker 3: end of section two, Section three of Renaissance, A Book
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  Speaker 3: of Verse by Walter Crane. This is a LibriVox recording.
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  Speaker 3: All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more
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  Speaker 3: House of Dreams. I sat in my soul's house one day,
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  Speaker 3: the world wide book before me lay, and in mine
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  Speaker 3: eyes as through a glass, the colors of all things
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  Speaker 3: did pass, and thought in life, in mingled streams, strange
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  Speaker 3: semblance showed as in a dream. My soul still house
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  Speaker 3: lies hidden tree and sitting in its porch, one seas
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  Speaker 3: before the feet a garden green amidst a wild and
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  Speaker 3: dark demean when sight may range by lee and lawn
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  Speaker 3: from sunset to the gate of dawn, till through the
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  Speaker 3: utmost wood may be descried a dim and dreadful sea,
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  Speaker 3: five gates, it hath five porches, fair that no bright
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  Speaker 3: guests of light and air, and through the windows clear
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  Speaker 3: and high. The winged thoughts come from earth and sky
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  Speaker 3: that show me things by shore and sea, and visions
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  Speaker 3: high of things to be. And neither house a water
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  Speaker 3: clear born of some secret crystal mirror among the mountains
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  Speaker 3: of the land, and flowing to the dim sea strand,
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  Speaker 3: but still and silent in its pace, that in its smooth,
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  Speaker 3: translucent face, bright image flashed of many a thing and
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  Speaker 3: folk that passed in wandering, with colors fresh of tree
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  Speaker 3: and flower. Here kept my soul a secret bower. And
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  Speaker 3: in the garden all the year one plied his craft
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  Speaker 3: of gardener, nor slept between the moon and sun. Nor
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  Speaker 3: ever was his labor done. For this was Time, who
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  Speaker 3: told my hours, and gave and took away my flowers.
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  Speaker 3: And one beside him fed afire with listless hands, whose
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  Speaker 3: whole desire was not therein but far away she watched
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  Speaker 3: an ever dying day. She smiled sometimes, and oft she wept,
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  Speaker 3: But through her tears her watch she kept Time brought
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  Speaker 3: her flowers. She cast the same to feed the hungering
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  Speaker 3: tongues of flame. Yea, all men know the dreadful dame
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  Speaker 3: pale memory. Ye read her name in my soul's house
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  Speaker 3: always to be dwelt spirits five for company and fair.
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  Speaker 3: They were in form and face and well. My soul's
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  Speaker 3: white house did grace for one the chambers garnished fit
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  Speaker 3: with boughs and flowers, and them she lit by night
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  Speaker 3: and day, for she was sight and rule it all
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  Speaker 3: my soul's delight. Her sister to my table, bare sweet
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  Speaker 3: pleasure of earth's fruits, and rare as every season brought
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  Speaker 3: its meed, or ever as my soul had need, another
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  Speaker 3: made sweet incense rise from out a censer in such
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  Speaker 3: wise that mingled sweet of every kind, And let the
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  Speaker 3: slender smoke and wind the pillars of the roof, and
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  Speaker 3: send the pleasant mist from end to end. Though while
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  Speaker 3: another yet of these, with music soft my soul would
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  Speaker 3: please to every thought in every mood, she made her
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  Speaker 3: tuneful interlude. She touched the strings, She ruled the lute,
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  Speaker 3: and many a soft harmonious flute that mocked the birds
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  Speaker 3: in leafy choir. But oft this spirit would aspire to
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  Speaker 3: lift the solemn organ's voice, and this would be her
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  Speaker 3: dearest choice. Till with its deeper soul imbued, my soul
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  Speaker 3: forgot its solitude. Yet one there was, both dumb and blind,
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  Speaker 3: who yet was wise and every kind, and many a
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  Speaker 3: thing her hand could teach in silent service, serving each
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  Speaker 3: these watched the house and kept it fair, as each
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  Speaker 3: as several parts had care. Thus set my soul and
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  Speaker 3: talked with these in its white porch among the trees,
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  Speaker 3: and each brought word what she had seen of all
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  Speaker 3: that range, that region green. For many folk passed to
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  Speaker 3: and fro as flew the hours, or footed slow. One
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  Speaker 3: came in garment, green and pale, across the hill, adown
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  Speaker 3: the dale, and blossoms in her hand. She bore a swallow,
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  Speaker 3: skimmed her path. Before it was a herald bright of spring,
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  Speaker 3: and this the song that she did sing. There fell
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  Speaker 3: a day of sun and shower, spring stirred within her
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  Speaker 3: leafless bower. She sent me from her wintry home, go
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  Speaker 3: forth and tell the world. I come beneath the windows
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  Speaker 3: of the dawn. I took my way by lake and lawn.
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  Speaker 3: I saw of flowers, the firstling born. I gathered of
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  Speaker 3: the flowering thorn, and from the dale and from the down,
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  Speaker 3: I passed into the sleeping town, along the stony streets,
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  Speaker 3: to spill my flowers by door and window sill. But
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  Speaker 3: they were like the eyes of men, sleep locked, though
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  Speaker 3: some were open. Then I saw within a darkened room
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  Speaker 3: an old man lying in the gloom. He saw my flowers,
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  Speaker 3: and then he sighed and turned upon his bed and died.
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  Speaker 3: I took my way with soundless feet, but none I
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  Speaker 3: met my steps to greet, save when a wakeful babe
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  Speaker 3: me spied and stretched his dimpled arms and cried. They
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  Speaker 3: hushed his voice, nor knew his will. I left the
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  Speaker 3: city sleeping still. She seized her song, and there was
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  Speaker 3: hush as after when the tuneful thrush hath warbled clear.
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  Speaker 3: The wood is still ere, yet again the choir sing
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  Speaker 3: shrill for very joy. And then I heard among the
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  Speaker 3: grass time grind, and gurred upon his blade. He stooped
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  Speaker 3: to slay, and soon before his feet there lay the
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  Speaker 3: fallen emblems of the hours, A harvest sheaf of spring's
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  Speaker 3: first flowers, which she beside him gathering, flung into the fire.
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  Speaker 3: The while they sung, and thus I heard their voices chime,
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  Speaker 3: the song of memory and time, time, springtiight, come, and
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  Speaker 3: winter going flower to seed, and seed to sowing, seed
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  Speaker 3: and harvest, reaping, mowing, memory, life beginning and life ending.
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  Speaker 3: Life his substance, ever, spending time to life, his little
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  Speaker 3: lending time hark the winged windsor calling clouds the young
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  Speaker 3: year's path, appalling blooms of spring like snow are falling
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  Speaker 3: memory snows of spring, green earth purstrewing wasted hopes. Must
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  Speaker 3: I be ruing spring of life? There's no renewing. And
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  Speaker 3: after these had ceased their song accompany there pasted along
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  Speaker 3: in diver's weed and changeful mien and glad or sad
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  Speaker 3: athwart my green, there fluttering robes of dark or pale,
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  Speaker 3: like leaves adrift on autumn gale. And they like shadows
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  Speaker 3: o'er the grass before my porch did singly pass. But
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  Speaker 3: through the house their voices rang tune, tongue like bells,
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  Speaker 3: as thus they sang song of the hours. Between the
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  Speaker 3: gates of night and morn. With sleepless hands and sleepless eyes,
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  Speaker 3: we watch the sun and moon outworn, the silent stars
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  Speaker 3: that sink and rise in hidden chambers of the night,
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  Speaker 3: the thread of fate. We sit and spin through death
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  Speaker 3: and life in darken light, from life's slim staff to
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  Speaker 3: wind and wind. With jointed hands imparting feet. The work
• 24:52
  Speaker 3: is wove and still undone. But still we tread times,
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  Speaker 3: measure fleet as through the glass. The sand is spun
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  Speaker 3: with linkid hands and feet that whine between the pillars
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  Speaker 3: of the day. Around the house the garland bind for
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  Speaker 3: spring hath come we cannot stay. They passed. A change
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  Speaker 3: came o'er the sky. I heard a shout, I heard
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  Speaker 3: a cry, a horn's far sound. The woods awoke, and
• 25:19
  Speaker 3: sudden from the thicket broke in my soul's sight a
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  Speaker 3: thing of flame, And after swift a horseman came a
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  Speaker 3: youth intent upon the chase. But ever as he urged
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  Speaker 3: his pace, one laid her hands upon his rein, and
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  Speaker 3: from that end with him restrain. While did the stirring
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  Speaker 3: horn resound, And in the leash, each panting hound pressed
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  Speaker 3: hard to slip the tightened chain. What would that eager
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  Speaker 3: hunter gain, some magic thing whose form and hue still
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  Speaker 3: changed as he did close pursue A flame, a bubble
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  Speaker 3: of the air, a woman marvelously fair, yea every shape
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  Speaker 3: it hath in turn that makes man's trouble soul to burn,
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  Speaker 3: And doth his baffled sight elude to leave the world
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  Speaker 3: a solitude Again, the sounding horn did bray. The hounds
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  Speaker 3: were slipped and broke away, and swift throughout the clothes
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  Speaker 3: they sped still as the changeful quarry led till far
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  Speaker 3: beyond the open green, they flashed the forest stems between,
• 26:22
  Speaker 3: and soon were lost in night. Of wood Again, I
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  Speaker 3: heard times interlude Time, whence the way and whither wending
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  Speaker 3: seeks hot youth till ell, descending leaves unread, the secret pending?
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  Speaker 3: What is life? Truth answers? Never darkly flows the secret river,
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  Speaker 3: but its springs are hid forever. What is truth? Man's
• 26:47
  Speaker 3: long endeavor finds the web, but not the weaver sleeps
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  Speaker 3: the riddle. None may sever as it was in Time's beginning. Then,
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  Speaker 3: as now, while fate is spinning man her clue would
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  Speaker 3: still be. My soul knew rest no more. That day
• 27:04
  Speaker 3: I heard Time's voice sink far away, and long did
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  Speaker 3: muse till light was gone. Still sitting in my porch alone,
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  Speaker 3: strange thoughts like flashes went and came, and dreams of
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  Speaker 3: love and hopes of fame, with dim desires that inly
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  Speaker 3: burned dead, hopes that rose again and yearned to follow.
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  Speaker 3: Still that unknown quest, and failing fluttered back to rest.
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  Speaker 3: Then had my soul a vision strange as far in
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  Speaker 3: spirit did I range, And I beheld a far dim
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  Speaker 3: plain died in day's last tyree and stain, and through
• 27:40
  Speaker 3: its darkened desert ground, a gleaming vein of water wound
• 27:44
  Speaker 3: where lonely piles of ruin, old loomed, vast, with hollow chambers, cold,
• 27:50
  Speaker 3: where horror dwelt with night and death, and filled they
• 27:54
  Speaker 3: were with ghostly breath. But there amid the gathering glooms,
• 27:59
  Speaker 3: among the tumpelples and the tombs, one wandered in a
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  Speaker 3: pilgrim's guise, who fixed afar his wistful eyes. His footsteps
• 28:08
  Speaker 3: kept the river's side a glowing lamp. His feet did
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  Speaker 3: guide that shone upon that desert's dearth, as like a
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  Speaker 3: star there, fallen to earth, and moving through the twilight,
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  Speaker 3: dim by shattered arch and column slim with staff and scrip,
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  Speaker 3: he kept his way among those wrecks of ancient day,
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  Speaker 3: far far upon that desert land. Half buried in her
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  Speaker 3: grave of sand, the ancient head of Egypt rose and
• 28:38
  Speaker 3: still sublime in death's repose. Great Memnon kept his awful
• 28:42
  Speaker 3: throne out, watching day and night alone, And where the
• 28:47
  Speaker 3: Greek laid stone on stone, the faces of his gods
• 28:50
  Speaker 3: were shown. When to the world a youth there came fair, wisdom, power,
• 28:55
  Speaker 3: and beauty's dame. Here not Pallace had his voice, but
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  Speaker 3: Aphrodite won his voice. The crumbling strength of mighty Rome,
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  Speaker 3: her grave, her cradle, and her home. There stood the
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  Speaker 3: emblems of her reign, the arch that would the world sustain,
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  Speaker 3: and still dost span in legioned range, the gulf of time,
• 29:16
  Speaker 3: the waves of change long stood. The pilgrim here at gaze,
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  Speaker 3: as lost in thought of antique days. As far his
• 29:25
  Speaker 3: searching eyes could scan beneath the age worn arches span,
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  Speaker 3: he marked each age's builded pile loomed dimly down the
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  Speaker 3: endless isle, where shone the winding waters thread a wandering
• 29:38
  Speaker 3: life among the dead, until his sight no more could
• 29:42
  Speaker 3: trace its courses from their hidden place, wrapped in the
• 29:46
  Speaker 3: clinging mists that shrouded the trackless mountains dim with cloud.
• 29:51
  Speaker 3: But still his spirit found no home beneath the broad
• 29:55
  Speaker 3: eternal dome. At last, the pilgrim turned and sighed, nor
• 29:59
  Speaker 3: still aid he were a cross beside marked how a
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  Speaker 3: greater power and pride did conquer Rome, and still doth
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  Speaker 3: bide full. Many a stone about that ground made stumbling,
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  Speaker 3: But of flowers were found none save the sanguine poppies
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  Speaker 3: hue between still sleep and death that grew. The pilgrim
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  Speaker 3: stayed for sleep nor rest, as bent upon some hidden
• 30:26
  Speaker 3: quest nor turned he from his painful way, where folk
• 30:30
  Speaker 3: made feast and holiday beneath fair vines and fruited trees,
• 30:34
  Speaker 3: as pipe and dance and song them please. He seemed
• 30:39
  Speaker 3: the world of men to shun enjoyed. When he a
• 30:42
  Speaker 3: wood had won, sweet, cloistered green, and roofed above, where
• 30:47
  Speaker 3: soft he heard the wooing dove and sound of wandering
• 30:51
  Speaker 3: water near. He drank its crystal cup and clear, and
• 30:55
  Speaker 3: kept his path beside the stream till he beheld white
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  Speaker 3: pillars gleam. He passed from green to blossomed boughs that
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  Speaker 3: compassed fair a secret house. Still music drew him to
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  Speaker 3: the door, swift beat his heart, and trembling more, he
• 31:12
  Speaker 3: enter'd to a gold dim space, flame lit before an
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  Speaker 3: altar dais rose garlanded most fair and meat, and all
• 31:21
  Speaker 3: the air was still and sweet. But over these, in
• 31:24
  Speaker 3: fairer case shone the clear resemblance of a face. He
• 31:29
  Speaker 3: knelt before that altar stone. The anthem smoothed his heart's
• 31:34
  Speaker 3: faint tone, and seraph voices high and soft in measured cadence,
• 31:39
  Speaker 3: choired aloft or sailed in tempest gusts of sound. When
• 31:44
  Speaker 3: passion's music shook the ground. Filled was the pilgrim's soul
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  Speaker 3: and bowed till in his stress he cried aloud, Oh Love,
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  Speaker 3: this is thy holy place. Give me I pray my
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  Speaker 3: lady's grace. End of section three Section four of Renaissance,
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  Speaker 3: a Book of Verse by Walter Crane. This is a
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  Speaker 3: Love's Labyrinth. When summer rained in leafy sheen, I found
• 32:33
  Speaker 3: me in a garden, green deep, hidden from the sun's
• 32:37
  Speaker 3: gold edge, beneath a rose hung thorny hedge, upon a
• 32:41
  Speaker 3: space of cool, fair grass, whereon not yet the scythe
• 32:46
  Speaker 3: should pass, though in the meadows was it laid where
• 32:50
  Speaker 3: time was stooping in the shade, as foot by foot,
• 32:54
  Speaker 3: with measured sweep, his engine cleft the grassy deeps. Hence
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  Speaker 3: fresh fragrance wafted, sweet the smell of roses blown to
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  Speaker 3: meet mixed in the drowsed air, and stole in slumber
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  Speaker 3: to my dreamful soul. Full long I lay in leafy lair,
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  Speaker 3: until upon the murmurrous ere one murmur grew with deepening
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  Speaker 3: note and soon my sleeping ear. It smoked and woke
• 33:23
  Speaker 3: a trouble in my breast, a joyful pain, more sweet
• 33:27
  Speaker 3: than rest, like as the voice of plaining strings. When
• 33:31
  Speaker 3: magic hands the music brings out of the vile soul
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  Speaker 3: in sound that hath a power when speech is bound
• 33:39
  Speaker 3: to lift the whirlwind and the wail of passion's tempest,
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  Speaker 3: and the veil of dumb desires and hopes that cry
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  Speaker 3: until the strong winds sinking die, though still the wrought
• 33:53
  Speaker 3: waves strike the shore above them, shrill a voice dust soar,
• 33:59
  Speaker 3: or with the soft gale falling low till lull, the
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  Speaker 3: soul sings sweet and slow, and folds the fluttering wings
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  Speaker 3: of peace. So thrill that music through the trees. The
• 34:11
  Speaker 3: leaves were stirred upon the boughs, the petals shaken from
• 34:14
  Speaker 3: a rose, as though a spirit moved anear. Then from
• 34:19
  Speaker 3: the hedge a voice broke clear. O time, O time,
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  Speaker 3: thy dials stay and lend to love thy little day,
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  Speaker 3: and make him free of thy domain. And thou shalt
• 34:33
  Speaker 3: not have less of gain, for he must pay thee
• 34:36
  Speaker 3: back again in penal hours of longing pain. O time,
• 34:42
  Speaker 3: O time, thy labors stay between the sun and moon
• 34:47
  Speaker 3: to day till not thy hours of morn and noon,
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  Speaker 3: lest they should find us swift and soon to steal
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  Speaker 3: from us our secret joy and give us to the
• 34:58
  Speaker 3: world's annoy. Let love be king in our in place,
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  Speaker 3: and give thy garden for his chase, Set all with
• 35:06
  Speaker 3: lilies fair and white, and roses for his heart's delight,
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  Speaker 3: both red and crimson, dark and pale like snow. That
• 35:14
  Speaker 3: hidden fire doth veil yea, give them on their thorny stem.
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  Speaker 3: Before thy breath, shalt shatter them that Chaplet's love may
• 35:24
  Speaker 3: bind for those who wander in his tangled clothes. Time ceasing,
• 35:31
  Speaker 3: not his toil far heard, gave back to love this
• 35:36
  Speaker 3: answering word love to time. Dost thou come suing love
• 35:41
  Speaker 3: with all thy debt accruing time can give thee no
• 35:45
  Speaker 3: renewing Ask the hearts thy scepter. Schooleth seek the kings
• 35:50
  Speaker 3: thy kingship ruleth who is he that time befooleth rest
• 35:55
  Speaker 3: thee love in thine own city. But of my dominion
• 35:59
  Speaker 3: quit chee. Time is hard, and hath no pity erst
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  Speaker 3: for king? Didst thou disown me? Wouldst thou o'er thy kingdom,
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  Speaker 3: crown me thee I serve, when thou hast won me
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  Speaker 3: slave and servant no man's master. They who will me
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  Speaker 3: slow or faster urge me to their own disaster. Lo
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  Speaker 3: this garden for thy going, fair and sweet life blooms
• 36:26
  Speaker 3: in growing gather ere its leaves be strowing, hide thy honey, sweet, bestowing,
• 36:33
  Speaker 3: Take life's apples red and glowing. E'er they fall to earth,
• 36:38
  Speaker 3: unknowing days and hours perforce. Time gives THEE by the
• 36:43
  Speaker 3: Sun's swift wheel that drives ye, rest you marry. Time
• 36:48
  Speaker 3: survives thee his shadow past, his voice had died, and
• 36:54
  Speaker 3: from the rosy covert side, clear shining in his goodly head.
• 36:58
  Speaker 3: Love to my soul came forth and said, arise, o soul,
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  Speaker 3: and go with me. And thou shalt read my book
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  Speaker 3: and see things hidden from the wise, and know the
• 37:10
  Speaker 3: height of joy, the depth of woe, and hear the
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  Speaker 3: seas of passion. Roll and scan the dim strange human scroll,
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  Speaker 3: the writing of its speechless lore and Poesy's unfathomed store,
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  Speaker 3: the mystic birth of song and art. In painted chambers
• 37:26
  Speaker 3: of the heart, loves, histories of bliss and strife, and
• 37:30
  Speaker 3: woven mysteries of life. Yea, all that in Love's house
• 37:34
  Speaker 3: do dwell between the doors of heaven and hell. Now
• 37:39
  Speaker 3: in this garden lay a part of space contrived with
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  Speaker 3: cunning art, where whoso entered at its gate might choose
• 37:46
  Speaker 3: a pleasant paths and straight, green walled in privet rosen
• 37:50
  Speaker 3: ee anon that interlaced and drew the wildered white, still
• 37:55
  Speaker 3: to and fro. Who wists not if to turn or
• 37:58
  Speaker 3: go amid the close in tangled ways, whereof for his
• 38:02
  Speaker 3: yet more amazed, soft voices wandering called his name, and
• 38:07
  Speaker 3: through the leaves sweet music came. Clear faces showed like
• 38:11
  Speaker 3: sudden light to vanish from his longing sight. Ere he
• 38:15
  Speaker 3: might hope of help to win the secret bliss hid
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  Speaker 3: far within. Few escape from out that pleasance hole. Few
• 38:26
  Speaker 3: gained the inmost golden gold full. Many wander there forlorn
• 38:32
  Speaker 3: or come out thence sore, wounded, torn to weep their
• 38:36
  Speaker 3: wasted lives forespent thither by love. My soul was bent.
• 38:42
  Speaker 3: Soon in the green maize, sweet and still, I heard
• 38:45
  Speaker 3: the brown and blackbird trill, where linked lanes and alleys
• 38:49
  Speaker 3: through Love led me by his secret clue, and off
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  Speaker 3: the scented briar would cling, or in the hedge, some
• 38:57
  Speaker 3: fluttering thing shake soft to down on a summer snow
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  Speaker 3: of roses bloom in overblow among the leaves, all fair,
• 39:05
  Speaker 3: bedight and pranked with buds of red and white. But
• 39:10
  Speaker 3: still by these loves. Footsteps led dim paths before him,
• 39:16
  Speaker 3: turned and fled full off. Some sweet or anguished face
• 39:20
  Speaker 3: would part the leaves to seek his grace. For many
• 39:24
  Speaker 3: folk did wander there, both gleaming knights and dames, most
• 39:28
  Speaker 3: fair and o'er the level hedge and trim fair showed
• 39:32
  Speaker 3: in quaint attire and slim of samite broidery and brocade,
• 39:37
  Speaker 3: as folk of passid time, portrayed by cunning painters. Skill'd
• 39:43
  Speaker 3: full well that mids so goodly sights did dwell. And
• 39:48
  Speaker 3: thereabout the stems were hung sweet names and legends, poets
• 39:53
  Speaker 3: sung e wrought on scrolls and tablets, fine and bound
• 39:57
  Speaker 3: with knots, that true loves twine and off the UT's
• 40:00
  Speaker 3: full tender strain amid the rose leaves made soft plain,
• 40:04
  Speaker 3: as songs were heard in women's fame that crowned singer's
• 40:08
  Speaker 3: sweet proclaim. Prophets and kings of lyre and pen who
• 40:13
  Speaker 3: sound the hearts of silent men that hold their word
• 40:15
  Speaker 3: as treasure trove in the immortal book of love. These
• 40:22
  Speaker 3: all were passed, And in a while Love showed my
• 40:25
  Speaker 3: soul a dim green isle, and far at end a
• 40:30
  Speaker 3: stone built stare that led us from the woody lair forth,
• 40:34
  Speaker 3: issuing through a night of trees to know anew the
• 40:38
  Speaker 3: day's increase. And there a fragrant arbor found, with clinging
• 40:43
  Speaker 3: jasmine close imbound. Soon in this leafy ambush set Love
• 40:48
  Speaker 3: bade my soul look forth and let sight wonder at
• 40:52
  Speaker 3: its might or will. Then saw I those that wandered,
• 40:56
  Speaker 3: still lost in the green and covert ways, and all
• 41:00
  Speaker 3: the secret of the maids. How there as folks distraught
• 41:05
  Speaker 3: misledge sought lovers for their lover, who fled far from them,
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  Speaker 3: or unwitting past the prisoning hedge that shut them fast,
• 41:14
  Speaker 3: How off their eyes met far a main in severed
• 41:18
  Speaker 3: paths that kept them twain. How after toil and weary pace,
• 41:23
  Speaker 3: some met at last with shamefast face and silent lips,
• 41:28
  Speaker 3: or coldly masked with wintry's speech. Their hearts that asked
• 41:32
  Speaker 3: for utterance and leaped and cried Love's dear deliverance denied
• 41:39
  Speaker 3: thereby great heaviness and pain had then my soul, and
• 41:43
  Speaker 3: turned again to ask of him who stood beside, what hope?
• 41:46
  Speaker 3: For these might yet be tied? Clothed in his godhead,
• 41:51
  Speaker 3: strong he stood, He bent his bow above the wood,
• 41:54
  Speaker 3: and swift the winged arrow left the quivering string. What
• 41:58
  Speaker 3: heart it cleft? My soul, ne're new? For then the
• 42:01
  Speaker 3: light of falling day dazed all my sight with splendor,
• 42:05
  Speaker 3: as the level sun blazed in his gold pavilion, spun
• 42:09
  Speaker 3: out of his rays, whose burning thread a glorious tapestry,
• 42:14
  Speaker 3: outspread with all life's hues commingling, blent and ere. The
• 42:19
  Speaker 3: golden web was rent by darkness. Love led me away
• 42:24
  Speaker 3: and passed about the end of day beneath the hanging
• 42:28
  Speaker 3: umbrage dread till grew in sight. A summer stead, fair, corniced,
• 42:35
  Speaker 3: roofed and pillared, clean, closed in the midmost heart of green,
• 42:39
  Speaker 3: and girt about with garlands round, clear, built upon a
• 42:43
  Speaker 3: pleasant ground that gardened was and set with flowers which
• 42:47
  Speaker 3: had the speech of love and powers. After that they
• 42:51
  Speaker 3: are dead to keep sweet thoughts in heart and cherished deep.
• 42:56
  Speaker 3: Also of mythic trees and rare that grew in Love's
• 43:01
  Speaker 3: high region. There my soul did mark fair Daphne's leaf,
• 43:05
  Speaker 3: the almond bloom for love and grief. When Phyllis died,
• 43:09
  Speaker 3: and sirens read like sprung of legendary seed, the sun's
• 43:14
  Speaker 3: broad flower that shows his flame and blooms in clytes
• 43:17
  Speaker 3: sculptured fane amidst them, fair and high up rose the
• 43:23
  Speaker 3: carbon images of those that wrought with men for good
• 43:26
  Speaker 3: or ill, and gave good gifts. In godlike skill and
• 43:30
  Speaker 3: reverence had upon the earth. Yea still in all man's
• 43:34
  Speaker 3: strife and mirth have part and glory. Yet for him
• 43:38
  Speaker 3: the mingled cup of life. They brim as gods who
• 43:42
  Speaker 3: here Love's lordship own, casting their crowns before his throne.
• 43:48
  Speaker 3: Their marble image broken fell where leaped a water from
• 43:52
  Speaker 3: its well, gemm'd in the green and grassy space before
• 43:55
  Speaker 3: the pillars of the place where now my soul loves
• 44:00
  Speaker 3: travel brought Soon trod we both the marble court and
• 44:06
  Speaker 3: passed into a painted hall most goodly wrought on roof
• 44:10
  Speaker 3: and wall with dreams and golden mysteries of love and
• 44:14
  Speaker 3: Love's rich histories, wherein dumb thoughts of heart and brain
• 44:19
  Speaker 3: took form and speech, and breathed again, not the less
• 44:23
  Speaker 3: ere we the inn might wind was hung a veil,
• 44:26
  Speaker 3: fine woven thin. But through the veil a fire glowed,
• 44:30
  Speaker 3: dim and faint heard music soft did swim till out
• 44:34
  Speaker 3: of vague and murmurous tone rose up a voice to
• 44:37
  Speaker 3: take its throne. Last night my lady talked with me
• 44:42
  Speaker 3: as on a green hill, I and she sat close
• 44:46
  Speaker 3: where erst alone I stood beneath the dusk leaved Alec's wood.
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  Speaker 3: The earth was gathered to her rest. Sweet silence lay
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  Speaker 3: upon her breast while nigh asleep, save that she heard
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  Speaker 3: the wandering waters silver word. The sun had kissed the
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  Speaker 3: earth's dark lips that grow so ruddy. Ere he dips wine,
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  Speaker 3: color'd to his golden rim, as purple evening pours for him, low,
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  Speaker 3: stoop'd his head as he would drink, till out of
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  Speaker 3: sight we saw him sink, and with his splendor in
• 45:20
  Speaker 3: our eyes full orbed, we watched the great moon rise
• 45:25
  Speaker 3: rose tinged in the dim sky, shone. She, like Venus
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  Speaker 3: from the opal sea, so grew her glory in our sight,
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  Speaker 3: till in her face we saw Love's light, Love's light
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  Speaker 3: in hers like flame on flame. Ye, a very love
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  Speaker 3: in presence came between the fires of moon and sun.
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  Speaker 3: He stood like dawn ere night begun clear, aureoled his
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  Speaker 3: golden head. His eyes are burning, hearts well read, and
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  Speaker 3: in the sanctuary of my soul, I one of love,
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  Speaker 3: the golden gold. End of section four. The Dividing Golf
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  Speaker 3: by Walter Crane read for LibriVox dot org. A golf
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  Speaker 3: divideth heaven and hell, whose depth no fathom line can tell.
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  Speaker 3: A golf is fixed between two souls, as cold and deep,
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  Speaker 3: whichever rolls to hinder messengers of light. Who else would
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  Speaker 3: wing in welcome flight with water from Love's living spring
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  Speaker 3: and peace to the tormented bring But now, if any
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  Speaker 3: will to pass from hence to events, alas alas the
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  Speaker 3: golf is fixed, they cannot go, And all unaided lie
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  Speaker 3: in woe, sad souls unto their sucker near and yet
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  Speaker 3: so far as though they were divided by an ocean plane.
• 47:04
  Speaker 3: And so thoughts die within each brain that might, in
• 47:08
  Speaker 3: interchanging wed and fruitfulness and plenty, spread to clothe and
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  Speaker 3: crown the naked fields, and give them bread for barren
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  Speaker 3: yields that waste beneath a sunless sky, their empty ears
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  Speaker 3: or blighted dye. But as when we have longed to
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  Speaker 3: greet some wished for one, we never meet. Their semblance
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  Speaker 3: still may please our eyes. Their presence in our dreams arise.
• 47:33
  Speaker 3: So though lone thoughts neer meet their kind, or meeting
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  Speaker 3: in the darkness blind, know not they meet falls. There
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  Speaker 3: no flash upon the waters wide that washed the silent
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  Speaker 3: shores of either mind and both by sudden pathway find shines.
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  Speaker 3: There no light we never sought on all the ways
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  Speaker 3: of toil and thought, a flash in momentary course, like
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  Speaker 3: lightning from an unseen source, that in the trembling of
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  Speaker 3: a star shows all world a near and far, When
• 48:06
  Speaker 3: in a flood of flame intense the gulf is vanished
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  Speaker 3: from our sense, and in one moment, bridging space, two
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  Speaker 3: spirits stand as face to face in the poem. This
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  Speaker 3: recording is in the public domain. The Valley of Deliverance
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  Speaker 3: by Walter Crane, red for LibriVox dot org. One sea,
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  Speaker 3: blue infinitude of silent hills that fold like waves that crested,
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  Speaker 3: are and smooth, the widespread veil that slowly eve instills
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  Speaker 3: with misty lakes, and all thy summits soothe two in
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  Speaker 3: baths of amber light, where melt and merge the wandering
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  Speaker 3: purples into green and gold. Athort the slumbers fields and
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  Speaker 3: morland verge, or sail by slow cloud shadows softly rolled.
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  Speaker 3: Three with alternations new and grateful change of burning tones
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  Speaker 3: to cool and magic show as off the opalescent sea,
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  Speaker 3: do range, or in the sun built arch transfused, do
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  Speaker 3: glow For O silent hills, ye hold a meaning more
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  Speaker 3: than speech. Ye are not voiceless, O, ye veils, but
• 49:31
  Speaker 3: eloquence of time and treasured lore, of memory, and filled
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  Speaker 3: with untold tales. Five fat well nigh dim my gazing
• 49:41
  Speaker 3: eyes with tears, whereas they follow those familiar lines, dear
• 49:47
  Speaker 3: as the features shaped by hopes and fears on friendship's
• 49:51
  Speaker 3: face off read and sought for signs. Six for dear
• 49:57
  Speaker 3: to me the crags, the weather worn, the slopes of green,
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  Speaker 3: the waving woodland towers whose crested pageantry of leaves adorn
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  Speaker 3: the shattered graves of faded summer hours. Seven full well,
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  Speaker 3: I know the belts of larch that fringe the dark
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  Speaker 3: verge of the lonely Moor, which seems the limit of
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  Speaker 3: the world. Touched with the tinge of dying light, and
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  Speaker 3: burned with day's last beams. Eight and oft as now
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  Speaker 3: I pressed the purple bloom the heather plumaged breast of
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  Speaker 3: this high more, and heard as now I hear the
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  Speaker 3: wandering boom of these winged gleaners of the honeyed store.
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  Speaker 3: Nine O well loved veil, For I am bound to
• 50:42
  Speaker 3: thee by subtle threads of thought that memory weaves YEA
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  Speaker 3: sitting in thy shadow liberty like dawn. First knew I
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  Speaker 3: opening Life's leaves ten e'en. Then when first I tasted
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  Speaker 3: of the tree and day's spring of new knowledge, each
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  Speaker 3: touched mine. Eyes that erst were sealed as other books
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  Speaker 3: to me, until upon thy hill's new light should rise Eleven,
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  Speaker 3: until my soul, new born within this veil, should learn
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  Speaker 3: of nature in her age worn book, and strive beyond
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  Speaker 3: the starry void to scale the dim unknown, or in
• 51:22
  Speaker 3: truth's glass to look twelve on life and life's dark mystery,
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  Speaker 3: which broods and clings a shadow to the sad eyed
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  Speaker 3: world born in the horror of primeval woods, and in
• 51:37
  Speaker 3: Death's cloud, impenetrable furled thirteen beyond the gathering years, since
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  Speaker 3: first I knew thee happy veil. My yearning spirit reads
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  Speaker 3: beyond night's mist on thy horizon, blue, where glowed day's
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  Speaker 3: embers ere the night succeeds. Fourteen. The legends rich of
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  Speaker 3: unforgotten time, azure and white and gray, unfolded days that
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  Speaker 3: long have passed away until the chime of brief on
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  Speaker 3: lingering hours, their RESTful ways fifteen and even now clear
• 52:14
  Speaker 3: imaged on my brain, their semblance comes again. I see
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  Speaker 3: them move in long procession, slow with joy or pain,
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  Speaker 3: enrobed with faces hid in eyes of doubt or love.
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  Speaker 3: Sixteen until the day which died with yestern sun begins
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  Speaker 3: to merge in that unending line, and soon her lingering
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  Speaker 3: sister will be won, for on her face the light
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  Speaker 3: has ceased to shine. Seventeen. So passed the days, with
• 52:45
  Speaker 3: days unborn to die and gather them to year's in
• 52:49
  Speaker 3: times swift pace. But we would feign forecast futurity, or
• 52:54
  Speaker 3: read fate's roon upon the sky's calm face. And I
• 53:00
  Speaker 3: could well believe that in the shade of this still
• 53:04
  Speaker 3: veil the secret sign lies hid, the secret that shall
• 53:08
  Speaker 3: shape my life, unsaid as in a casket treasured with
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  Speaker 3: close lid. Nineteen mid fir wood's dark or tumble crags unknown,
• 53:20
  Speaker 3: or in brown deeps, where swift the river flows and
• 53:23
  Speaker 3: mong tumultuous rocks. Whence I have heard vague murmurings ofttimes
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  Speaker 3: beneath the boughs twenty but silence with her finger locks
• 53:34
  Speaker 3: the lips. When stand we watching at Futura's gait, though
• 53:39
  Speaker 3: eager thought would climb, and climbing slips, while all unwatched,
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  Speaker 3: each hour doth carve our fate. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 3: recording is in the public domain. The Unknown Shore by
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  Speaker 3: Walter Crane read for LibriVox dot Org. One. There is
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  Speaker 3: no voice. There is no voice or answer from the
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  Speaker 3: unknown shore. Turn turn again. There is no choice but
• 54:15
  Speaker 3: life or death. We know no more. Two Yet thought
• 54:19
  Speaker 3: in art and song awakes still hope doth speak, and
• 54:23
  Speaker 3: reason brings new light to men, and wisdom takes sweet
• 54:27
  Speaker 3: comfort from most lowly things. Three have loveliness or glory
• 54:32
  Speaker 3: fled hath lover beauty passed away? Is poesy or fancy
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  Speaker 3: dead when light returns with every day. Four Sweet hope
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  Speaker 3: and beauty cannot die, enshrined as one in Heaven's blue
• 54:45
  Speaker 3: and still eternal as the sky is good and knowledge,
• 54:48
  Speaker 3: ever new five and evermore rolls on the fight of
• 54:52
  Speaker 3: good and evil by the sea, but on the waters
• 54:56
  Speaker 3: falls alight from golden ages yet to be six. Hear
• 55:01
  Speaker 3: how they cry from every side, the voices from the
• 55:04
  Speaker 3: deepening stripes. The fields are white, the world is wide. Arise,
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  Speaker 3: Take heart, take hope, Take life. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 3: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: The West Wind by Walter Crane readfolibroxs dot Org byzwak
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  Speaker 4: in Belgium in February twenty seventeen. Wild Wind, thy tameless
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  Speaker 4: spirit lifts my mind thou all night long, the troubled
• 55:37
  Speaker 4: earth has storn and tossed the stormy trees until the morn,
• 55:41
  Speaker 4: which struggles now unto it's noon, half blind with those
• 55:45
  Speaker 4: wide locks which you have cast across the face of Heaven,
• 55:49
  Speaker 4: scarcely showing through her eyes between are still of steadfast blue,
• 55:54
  Speaker 4: and still look calm above the woods ye toss as
• 55:58
  Speaker 4: they were, wrathful way waves of that green mane. From
• 56:01
  Speaker 4: whence ye come beyond the sunset's grave, to freshen on
• 56:05
  Speaker 4: the sunburnt hills, and lay the summer thirsty fields with
• 56:09
  Speaker 4: the gracious rain. Hark in the wood, thy voice. A
• 56:14
  Speaker 4: lion roars beneath thy breath upon the parched hill, shudders
• 56:19
  Speaker 4: the wasted grass, and shriekest thrill as though it feared thee.
• 56:24
  Speaker 4: But thy spirit sorels to lash the fossil waves of
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  Speaker 4: hill and dale. Ye may not move yet melted make
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  Speaker 4: appear their solid sides and robed in rains. Ye bear
• 56:35
  Speaker 4: across the valley like a falling veil. But night all day,
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  Speaker 4: Thy cease that sunk to me makes melody and music
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  Speaker 4: wild and free. And I rejoice to drink thy breath
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  Speaker 4: for ye do bring the sound and savor of the sea.
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  Speaker 4: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: The New Light by Walter Crane read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 1: org by Larry Wilson. Awake world from thy long sleep,
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  Speaker 1: Arise for a new light. Breaks in reddening skies. Shake
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  Speaker 1: off your rust eaten fetters, ye slaves, and claim the
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  Speaker 1: freedom of winds and of waves. Unwind O, unwind all
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  Speaker 1: the swathing clothes of bondage and ignorance. Nation's woes. Break
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  Speaker 1: the dark might of enchantments, spell burst all thy bonds,
• 57:36
  Speaker 1: and the corse swell kindle on every high hill, a
• 57:39
  Speaker 1: clear fire plant in the cities, on tower and spire,
• 57:43
  Speaker 1: the banner of freedom wide. Let it wave over sea
• 57:47
  Speaker 1: and land, and over the grave of buried depression and change,
• 57:51
  Speaker 1: decay'd of tyrant's power, till the ghosts shall be laid
• 57:55
  Speaker 1: of fraud and violence, bloodshed and war, and earned in
• 58:00
  Speaker 1: the flame of Freedom's fair star. All wrongs shall be
• 58:04
  Speaker 1: dust and ashes on earth, dead leaves from whose death
• 58:08
  Speaker 1: shall spring a new birth, which shall spread and grow
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  Speaker 1: like a fruitful tree, and under its branches shall live
• 58:16
  Speaker 1: the free In the poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Hymn of Free Peoples by Walter Crane read fullybrivox dot
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  Speaker 5: Org by Sonya Hymn are free Peoples, O kindreds people
• 58:38
  Speaker 5: strong that earth to large arms unfold against the powers
• 58:42
  Speaker 5: that work you wrong in common cause, make bold from north,
• 58:47
  Speaker 5: from east and west, beneath the southern star, in bonds
• 58:51
  Speaker 5: of slavery, oppressed in cruel arms of war, from east
• 58:56
  Speaker 5: and south and north from desert Citi's shape from living
• 59:01
  Speaker 5: tombs of toil, come forth, where rich Man's gold is made.
• 59:06
  Speaker 5: From north, from west and east, O starved and meager
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  Speaker 5: fed be gathered to the equal feast. The earth for
• 59:13
  Speaker 5: all hath spread beneath Life's healing tree, Truth fountains crystal flow.
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  Speaker 5: Let all the nations kindred be the joy of life
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  Speaker 5: to know, and let each soul rejoice, who in that
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  Speaker 5: meat is strong and hunger stayed. Let hard and voice
• 59:32
  Speaker 5: be filled with a new song for freedom. Like the
• 59:36
  Speaker 5: sun hath risen on the world. This hour, a new
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  Speaker 5: age is begun, a stainless scroll, unfurled. Old things have
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  Speaker 5: passed away, the curse of gold and gore, the law
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  Speaker 5: of love. All people's sway and war shall be no more,
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  Speaker 5: No more to joyless toil, Shall labor's hands be chained.
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  Speaker 5: No more shall fraud have power to spoil Man's equal
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  Speaker 5: rights regained. One hope, one joy, one light, United, all
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  Speaker 5: men know, and from all lands with gathering might, the
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  Speaker 5: voice of truth shall go and far and wide, proclaim,
• 1:00:19
  Speaker 5: defying tyrant span writ in all hearts like tongues of flame,
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  Speaker 5: the brotherhood of Man. End of poem. This recording is
• 1:00:31
  Speaker 5: in the public domain.
• 1:00:38
  Speaker 3: Twelve Sonnets of Love one through six by Walter Crane,
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  Speaker 3: read for LibriVox dot org. One Love's Sanctuary. No more
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  Speaker 3: I go to worship with the crowd and Christian temples
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  Speaker 3: pagan Now to me no dim cathedral, hears me pray alive,
• 1:01:00
  Speaker 3: I seing no cradle as it used to be, though
• 1:01:04
  Speaker 3: kneeling not beneath the roof of Rome or in protesting Fanes,
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  Speaker 3: I have a shrine, a holiest of holies, Love's sweet home,
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  Speaker 3: on whose white altar lies life's bread and wine. There oft,
• 1:01:19
  Speaker 3: in sadden times and weary hours, two secret sanctuary do
• 1:01:24
  Speaker 3: I flee, where one sweet presence soothes, like breath of flowers,
• 1:01:29
  Speaker 3: to whom their incense rises ceaselessly. For there, though not
• 1:01:34
  Speaker 3: a Roman devotee, sweet Virgin Mary, I do worship thee.
• 1:01:42
  Speaker 3: Two Love's heraldry I gave to thee at parting deer
• 1:01:47
  Speaker 3: arose and crimsoned with the hue of Love's warm lips.
• 1:01:51
  Speaker 3: But yet it faded when compared to those where from
• 1:01:54
  Speaker 3: my soul, unfailing honey SIPs, and thou didst planted in
• 1:02:00
  Speaker 3: the snowy lawn, which veiled the pure treasures of thy breast,
• 1:02:04
  Speaker 3: as when we see or earth by winter drawn the
• 1:02:09
  Speaker 3: white sky covering in spotless rest, warm ghuls on Argent
• 1:02:14
  Speaker 3: like a blazoned field. The hues of life and death
• 1:02:17
  Speaker 3: in red and white, a fair device for any knightly shield,
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  Speaker 3: nor needing matto to proclaim its might. Henceforth I bear
• 1:02:27
  Speaker 3: it on my battle crest, till in thine arms from
• 1:02:30
  Speaker 3: life's alarms, I rest three the solace of love in
• 1:02:38
  Speaker 3: my heart's chamber. Cold in days white glare sat Love disconsolate,
• 1:02:44
  Speaker 3: with tattered wings and brooding on the memory of lost
• 1:02:48
  Speaker 3: things that erst made glad, those walls so wan and
• 1:02:52
  Speaker 3: bare game. Hope then unto him and bade him look
• 1:02:57
  Speaker 3: upon the brightness of the cloudless hours, and on the
• 1:03:00
  Speaker 3: buds of yet unopened flowers. But love, being blind all blank,
• 1:03:06
  Speaker 3: was Nature's book. Sleep came to him and would have
• 1:03:10
  Speaker 3: brought him peace, But dreams awoke desire, whose torturing flame
• 1:03:16
  Speaker 3: made worse his case, and left him agony till one,
• 1:03:19
  Speaker 3: with wreathed brows for his release unto his fingers gave
• 1:03:24
  Speaker 3: a stringed frame. And then Love wept and sang his
• 1:03:29
  Speaker 3: pain to THEE four passion music. The air grows faint
• 1:03:37
  Speaker 3: within the shrine of Love, and from his altar rose
• 1:03:41
  Speaker 3: leaves fall away as smoke of incense dims the dying
• 1:03:46
  Speaker 3: day that crimsons on the golden roof above, but slowly stealing.
• 1:03:52
  Speaker 3: Soon the organ planes with quiring voices in a tender
• 1:03:56
  Speaker 3: song which shakes my soul, as with a temp as
• 1:04:00
  Speaker 3: strong still as the music rolleth on refrains. Now lifted
• 1:04:07
  Speaker 3: light upon melodious wave, my spirit rises on each beating
• 1:04:11
  Speaker 3: wing that nearer to the gates of bliss me bring full. Soon,
• 1:04:16
  Speaker 3: cast down and bowed by thunder tones, he falls upon
• 1:04:20
  Speaker 3: the ground and weeps and moans. Such madness doth Love's
• 1:04:25
  Speaker 3: votaries enslave five Love's anchorite, Love's anchorite within my lonely cell,
• 1:04:35
  Speaker 3: his breviary, I learn you every day, and a vase
• 1:04:39
  Speaker 3: to my sainted Mary, say as all my rosary, I
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  Speaker 3: careful tell, while on thy picture sweet my fond eyes
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  Speaker 3: dwell or wrapt upon thy treasured story pour which ending
• 1:04:54
  Speaker 3: leaves me yet to hunger more, and still athirst to
• 1:04:57
  Speaker 3: seek again the well. Yet all Love's calendar I follow through,
• 1:05:03
  Speaker 3: And each fair day where memory shows thy sign, keep
• 1:05:08
  Speaker 3: wholly unto thee in prayer and song, so every season
• 1:05:12
  Speaker 3: brings to thee its dew. But while thy tables set
• 1:05:16
  Speaker 3: with corn and wine fasting, I keep Love's lenten tide
• 1:05:21
  Speaker 3: so long six Love's garden. In my heart's garden, winter
• 1:05:29
  Speaker 3: dark and bare, Love sought for flowers to make a
• 1:05:32
  Speaker 3: wreath for thee which, since the sun was gone he
• 1:05:36
  Speaker 3: scarce might see. In all the waste and time was
• 1:05:39
  Speaker 3: gardener there who yet a little bloom will hardly spare.
• 1:05:44
  Speaker 3: But with remorseless hands still prunes away, and still his
• 1:05:48
  Speaker 3: scythe he sharpeneth every day. So Love was left with
• 1:05:52
  Speaker 3: empty hands to fare till hope had led him to
• 1:05:56
  Speaker 3: a little well that in this desert kept a joyful
• 1:06:00
  Speaker 3: spot made sapphire with the eyes of flowers Love new,
• 1:06:04
  Speaker 3: as though from heavenly seed. Their harvest grew that soon
• 1:06:08
  Speaker 3: into his reaping fingers fell, which bring you these sweet
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  Speaker 3: sweet Forget me not. End of poems. This recording is
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  Speaker 3: in the public domain. Twelve Sonnets of Love seven through
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  Speaker 3: twelve by Walter Crane, red for LibriVox dot Org. Seven
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  Speaker 3: Love Solitude filled with the breath of love. My soul
• 1:06:45
  Speaker 3: knows changed throughout its troubled region, day by day, still
• 1:06:50
  Speaker 3: as the breaking fire up climbs its way from scarlet
• 1:06:54
  Speaker 3: dawn through fervent noon to range, until the fainting eve
• 1:06:59
  Speaker 3: grown wan and pale swoons in the arms of close
• 1:07:02
  Speaker 3: embracing night that putteth forth her spells of dreamful might
• 1:07:07
  Speaker 3: and sweet enchantments, till the starry veil is cloven by
• 1:07:13
  Speaker 3: the gleaming shafts of morn, ascending new with all his
• 1:07:17
  Speaker 3: glittering train to bring me peace or strange, tempestuous pain,
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  Speaker 3: or soft wind, singing in this sacred grove that keeps
• 1:07:27
  Speaker 3: thy shrine, and where I talk with love watching the
• 1:07:31
  Speaker 3: far off sea, whence hope is born eight Love's hope,
• 1:07:39
  Speaker 3: joy like the flashes of a fitful sun falls on
• 1:07:43
  Speaker 3: my storm worn heart, and kindling dyes in wandering gleams
• 1:07:49
  Speaker 3: about the changeful skies, cloud built with tempest towers and
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  Speaker 3: wind undone for winds make desolate. The day begun wild
• 1:07:59
  Speaker 3: on my path that climbs a bleak green hill among
• 1:08:03
  Speaker 3: the rhythen thorns oft, traversed chill with the breath of march,
• 1:08:09
  Speaker 3: until the ridge is won, wherefrom I think to gain
• 1:08:13
  Speaker 3: some hopeful sign as range mine eyes the saddened landscape
• 1:08:18
  Speaker 3: round that keeps my soul's white house. Whence I return
• 1:08:23
  Speaker 3: with thoughts that may not utterly repine, but hearing even
• 1:08:27
  Speaker 3: in the strong wind, sound the shout of coming spring,
• 1:08:32
  Speaker 3: which makes me burn. Nine Love's doubt, doubt, hope, and
• 1:08:41
  Speaker 3: fear all day within my breast have clanged in cruel war,
• 1:08:46
  Speaker 3: where none prevail, though their fierce cries have rent the
• 1:08:50
  Speaker 3: sacred veil. When in Love's sanctuary I sought to rest.
• 1:08:55
  Speaker 3: Since brazen morn awoke this wild alarm. So have they
• 1:08:59
  Speaker 3: st and long, with clashing swords of two edged thought,
• 1:09:04
  Speaker 3: since fell the words upon my soul from herald lips
• 1:09:07
  Speaker 3: of harm, whose message strange, a fiery hand, impressed in
• 1:09:13
  Speaker 3: charactry that burns my mazed sight, yet loud, with iron
• 1:09:18
  Speaker 3: hands they tear and smite. But through the cloud of strife,
• 1:09:22
  Speaker 3: I see Hope's crest rise loftier, and his voice above
• 1:09:27
  Speaker 3: the rest grows calm and clearer with the falling night.
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  Speaker 3: Ten Love's Garland. Young Love, with rosy wings came through
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  Speaker 3: a mead, whereon before the feet of spring had gone
• 1:09:42
  Speaker 3: along a slender brook that wound and shone by stems
• 1:09:46
  Speaker 3: made bright with blooms of fruitful deed. He gathered as
• 1:09:50
  Speaker 3: he went of such fair seed as spring upon her
• 1:09:53
  Speaker 3: grassy ways had sown, And in his fingers wove a
• 1:09:58
  Speaker 3: garland crown that faded not or drooped or died for
• 1:10:03
  Speaker 3: need full. Soon the stream had brought him to a
• 1:10:07
  Speaker 3: space of orchard green, where maidens sweet were met with
• 1:10:11
  Speaker 3: time's frail gifts around his dial stone, and these among
• 1:10:16
  Speaker 3: thou sat'st in such sweet grace, that, seeing thee Love
• 1:10:21
  Speaker 3: on thy dear head, set his magic wreath and crowned
• 1:10:26
  Speaker 3: thee on my throne. Eleven Love's Arrows. I saw young
• 1:10:33
  Speaker 3: Love make trial of his bow in May's green garden,
• 1:10:37
  Speaker 3: where he shot his dart. Nor reck'd if any nigh
• 1:10:41
  Speaker 3: beheld his art. But other eyes did mark him, as
• 1:10:45
  Speaker 3: I know, for my sweet lady sat a near his throat,
• 1:10:49
  Speaker 3: and I with her, and joined heart to heart, so
• 1:10:52
  Speaker 3: that we might not feel the bitter smart Love leaveth
• 1:10:56
  Speaker 3: there when time doth force us go. We heard Love's
• 1:11:01
  Speaker 3: arrows falling in the grass, or watch them quiver in
• 1:11:04
  Speaker 3: the tarch below. Yet few to us came nigh, Nor
• 1:11:08
  Speaker 3: might they pass beyond our feet, which trembled when they came.
• 1:11:12
  Speaker 3: Whose hearts were not the quarry for his aim that
• 1:11:16
  Speaker 3: in Love's chase fell stricken long ago. Twelve Love's harvest.
• 1:11:24
  Speaker 3: I stand to gaze across the year's long fields that
• 1:11:28
  Speaker 3: have the tinge of autumn, and their gold gather'd by
• 1:11:32
  Speaker 3: careful hours on lee and wold rich spoils of time
• 1:11:37
  Speaker 3: that he to love upyeields, who yet amid fair corn
• 1:11:41
  Speaker 3: his sickle wheels, though harvest's done and summer groweth old
• 1:11:47
  Speaker 3: well stored barns and orchards, he doth hold, whose wealth
• 1:11:51
  Speaker 3: against the steely winter shields unto my feet The days,
• 1:11:57
  Speaker 3: like full ear'd sheaves have fallen, one by one, time
• 1:12:01
  Speaker 3: bound and born to be the bread of love through
• 1:12:05
  Speaker 3: barren days in such dear heritage, the sweet year leaves
• 1:12:11
  Speaker 3: and life to live again, loves night and morn. Whose
• 1:12:15
  Speaker 3: light thou art? Whose glory is their praise? End of poems.
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  Speaker 3: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Part two later poems Herald of Spring by Walter Crane
• 1:12:40
  Speaker 1: read for Librovox dot Org by Larry Wilson. Sweet Bird,
• 1:12:44
  Speaker 1: What makes thee glad? Beneath this guy? Swan and sad
• 1:12:48
  Speaker 1: and leafless? Poplars thin and gray bowed it down before
• 1:12:52
  Speaker 1: the wintry sway? What tuneful thought of days gone by
• 1:12:55
  Speaker 1: doth make thee sing? Or knowest thou why thy souls
• 1:12:59
  Speaker 1: lift it up, Sweet bird, Or dost thou hear springs
• 1:13:03
  Speaker 1: voice unheard of earth that sleeps nor dreaming minds, the
• 1:13:08
  Speaker 1: herald of blast of trumpet, winds that make old Winter's
• 1:13:12
  Speaker 1: fortress quail and force him cast his coat of mail.
• 1:13:16
  Speaker 1: What secret bower thy shape doth keep close, hidden by
• 1:13:20
  Speaker 1: the buds that sleep thy voice? The first lean bloom
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  Speaker 1: that blows breaks joyful through the wintry boughs that bear
• 1:13:28
  Speaker 1: thy song of promise, meet for happy hours, when lovers greet,
• 1:13:32
  Speaker 1: when every leaflorn tree shall bear flower, fruit and song
• 1:13:36
  Speaker 1: upon the air, and summer's choir is full and gay
• 1:13:40
  Speaker 1: the soft winds on the sun's feast day. Sweet Bird,
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  Speaker 1: as thou dost sing, my soul, doth partly catch the
• 1:13:47
  Speaker 1: speechless whole of joyful pain that lifts the wings of
• 1:13:52
  Speaker 1: thy sequestered music. Things remembered half and half forgot of
• 1:13:57
  Speaker 1: sight or sound, or since begot, can fused in love's
• 1:14:01
  Speaker 1: ambrosial streams, and hidden in the house of dreams as
• 1:14:05
  Speaker 1: frail sweet scent of flowers that hold past time and
• 1:14:08
  Speaker 1: days in some books, fold which, when the leaves are
• 1:14:12
  Speaker 1: turn'd again, doth warm like wine. The wintry brain, O bird,
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  Speaker 1: thy heart doth sing in me. I hear what thou
• 1:14:19
  Speaker 1: dost hear? I see upon a high green land, untrod
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  Speaker 1: of men, upon the flower wrought sod. The feet of
• 1:14:27
  Speaker 1: Spring and her bright throng break from the woods with
• 1:14:31
  Speaker 1: shout and song, soft piping winds, with pleasant cheer. Before
• 1:14:36
  Speaker 1: her go her path to clear. Sweet maids come with her,
• 1:14:40
  Speaker 1: and behind, light footed is the lifting wind. Some bear
• 1:14:44
  Speaker 1: her canopy on high and warm gleams gilded from the sky.
• 1:14:48
  Speaker 1: Some strew with flowers the flower strewn ground. Some bind
• 1:14:53
  Speaker 1: them garlands as some are bound and still with all
• 1:14:56
  Speaker 1: happy rout fleet little loves wind in and out. Some
• 1:15:00
  Speaker 1: hide in maidens fluttering weed and ply their pretty arts,
• 1:15:04
  Speaker 1: nor heed, while wilful guests make sport like them with
• 1:15:09
  Speaker 1: Mattel's fold and garments hemn or some more bold soft vengeance,
• 1:15:14
  Speaker 1: reek on lifting hair and glowing cheek, but scarce the
• 1:15:18
  Speaker 1: wood hath set them free. Some forceful sprite in winter's
• 1:15:22
  Speaker 1: fee to snatch Spring's garland would make bold whom shrill.
• 1:15:26
  Speaker 1: The shrieking maids do scold until the sun, their champion
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  Speaker 1: bright doth drive aback the wintry night whose wild assault,
• 1:15:34
  Speaker 1: being overthrown far in the woodland, makes he moan and
• 1:15:38
  Speaker 1: gentle spring with all her train doth hold high court
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  Speaker 1: on Earth again end a poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Thoughts in a Hammock by Walter Crane readfullybrivoks dot Org
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  Speaker 5: by Sonya. Thoughts in a hammock rocked as in some
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  Speaker 5: fairy boat by swift fancy, set afloat TwixT the oceans,
• 1:16:09
  Speaker 5: blue and green of grass, beneath and sky serene, where
• 1:16:14
  Speaker 5: the streams of dusk and day meet and mingle far
• 1:16:18
  Speaker 5: away on the universal tide, still with time and life
• 1:16:23
  Speaker 5: to glide, boat that pendant mid the trees swingeth moored,
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  Speaker 5: yet sails the seas, stem and stern, from east to west,
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  Speaker 5: bound upon an unknown quest, past the march of night
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  Speaker 5: and day, blanched or strewn with starry spray by the
• 1:16:42
  Speaker 5: owe strokes of the blood, glides the shallop of my
• 1:16:46
  Speaker 5: mood on the windings of the flood, shadowed by the
• 1:16:50
  Speaker 5: summer wood, dusk, with dreams yon leaves that play with
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  Speaker 5: the falling blooms of may, like the web, the fades
• 1:16:59
  Speaker 5: to spin, helpless men to cradle in, hung with life,
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  Speaker 5: upon a thread. Here I swing and over my head
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  Speaker 5: maze of apples, boughs and leaves meshed wherein my thought
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  Speaker 5: and weaves tapestry fantasmic, strange, shot with shifting dyes of change.
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  Speaker 5: So my shallow bark and frail spreads a rich umblazoned sail,
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  Speaker 5: filled as now the summer breeze fans my brain and
• 1:17:26
  Speaker 5: stirch the trees, where a hidden heart of fire strives
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  Speaker 5: the moon in her desire still to pierce the leafy
• 1:17:34
  Speaker 5: fret her celestial seat, to get Cynthia's self, that silver
• 1:17:40
  Speaker 5: shape boskage dark. She doth escape long, her gleaming body
• 1:17:45
  Speaker 5: hid forth from its embraces, slid, doth naked, glorious emerge
• 1:17:51
  Speaker 5: upon the loosened starry verge. Let me linger in the wood.
• 1:17:56
  Speaker 5: Hear the sound of pipings, root, watch the shapes of
• 1:18:00
  Speaker 5: nymph and fawn sentalls fleet across the lawn satis brown
• 1:18:05
  Speaker 5: in rhythmic dance by the stream. Great pan perchance hidden
• 1:18:10
  Speaker 5: in the vocal read all the happy antique breed. I
• 1:18:15
  Speaker 5: would turn again the book yet again, to steal a
• 1:18:18
  Speaker 5: look back to where times firstling ran arboreal ancestral men
• 1:18:24
  Speaker 5: wooing shy, his dusky mate, wild eyed, half articulate in
• 1:18:29
  Speaker 5: his rude canoe, as Gance see him poise his flint
• 1:18:32
  Speaker 5: tipped lands, flashing in the ardent noon over the sedgy
• 1:18:37
  Speaker 5: broad lagoon. When Thames reads the river horse crushed in
• 1:18:41
  Speaker 5: his unconscious force, swinging on the pendant bow, had the
• 1:18:47
  Speaker 5: sweet content in now basking in the primal sun wrecked
• 1:18:51
  Speaker 5: he how his rays should run, How for forest knight
• 1:18:55
  Speaker 5: of trees, cities spreading dance, as these were the shade
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  Speaker 5: of gilded pride. Starved and savage men should hide human vampires,
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  Speaker 5: hawks and flies, gliding snakes and blustrous eyes, dainty beauty,
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  Speaker 5: plumaged fair hollow masks for smiling care hopeless toil that
• 1:19:17
  Speaker 5: smileth not misery. Untold forgot where the throng of fashioned
• 1:19:22
  Speaker 5: flornts where in dark, unwholesome haunts lurks the darker rays
• 1:19:27
  Speaker 5: to prowl desert streets when night does scowl desert stony streets,
• 1:19:33
  Speaker 5: and bear neither strange electric glare, fiery eyed, to track
• 1:19:38
  Speaker 5: them down homeless on the heartless town. Ah could early
• 1:19:44
  Speaker 5: men or late set his ways or Nature's straight Who
• 1:19:48
  Speaker 5: life stream doth careless poor lets the cup brim over
• 1:19:52
  Speaker 5: and over. Who will drink or drinking dream with the
• 1:19:56
  Speaker 5: chosen skim the cream, struggle with the ravening swine for
• 1:20:00
  Speaker 5: residue or helpless wine. Lazarus at dive's gate dives at
• 1:20:05
  Speaker 5: his feast of state, rising with a hungry heart as
• 1:20:09
  Speaker 5: one by one life's guests depart. Could we chain those
• 1:20:14
  Speaker 5: monsters up that on human lives do sub shameless lust
• 1:20:19
  Speaker 5: of rule and gold, lawless greed, grown overbold vice, and
• 1:20:24
  Speaker 5: drink with palsied hand, riding down the joyless land. Then
• 1:20:29
  Speaker 5: if humanity could be from these and other tyrants, free
• 1:20:33
  Speaker 5: to win its bread, to win a wat, vine and
• 1:20:37
  Speaker 5: fig and breathing plot, joy in work, and joy in leisure,
• 1:20:41
  Speaker 5: love and art, to fill life's measure, force and fraud,
• 1:20:45
  Speaker 5: might vainly rage to see new born the Golden age.
• 1:20:51
  Speaker 5: Sailing thus as thought does, steer with the moon through
• 1:20:55
  Speaker 5: cloud and clear fancy, fluttering at the prow, sirens singing
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  Speaker 5: soft and low from the opal shores and streams where
• 1:21:04
  Speaker 5: they dyed a cloth of dreams from the present and
• 1:21:07
  Speaker 5: the past. Have I touched the land at last? Voyaging
• 1:21:12
  Speaker 5: the world around, yet anchored still to English ground June
• 1:21:18
  Speaker 5: eighteen eighty four, end of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 5: the public domain.
• 1:21:31
  Speaker 1: The Sirens three dedicatory sonnet by Walter Crane, read for
• 1:21:36
  Speaker 1: Librovox dot Org by Lurie Wilson to William Moores the
• 1:21:42
  Speaker 1: Marja and Naishapur in English tongue. Beside the Northern Sea,
• 1:21:46
  Speaker 1: I wandering red with shant of breaking waves. Each verse
• 1:21:51
  Speaker 1: was said, till storm possessed my heart, and answer sung,
• 1:21:55
  Speaker 1: And to the winds my ship of thoughts. I flung
• 1:21:58
  Speaker 1: and drifted wide upon the ocean, dread of space and time,
• 1:22:02
  Speaker 1: ere thought and life were bred, till hope to cast
• 1:22:06
  Speaker 1: the anchor, and I clung the Book of Omar saw
• 1:22:10
  Speaker 1: I limbed in gold and deck'd with vine and rose,
• 1:22:13
  Speaker 1: and pictured paws in wrought by hands of one well
• 1:22:17
  Speaker 1: skill'd and bold in art and poesy, and freedom's cause,
• 1:22:22
  Speaker 1: hope of humanity and equal laws to him, And to
• 1:22:26
  Speaker 1: this hope be mine enscold in the poem. This recording
• 1:22:32
  Speaker 1: is in the public domain.
• 1:22:39
  Speaker 6: The Sirens three stands as one through twenty by Walter Crane,
• 1:22:44
  Speaker 6: read for LibriVox dot Org by Jason in Panama. One
• 1:22:50
  Speaker 6: lost on a sleepless sea without avail. My soul's ship
• 1:22:55
  Speaker 6: drifted wide with idle sail and slow pulsating oars. That
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  Speaker 6: night's blue gulf beat noiselessly to time's recurring tale. Two
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  Speaker 6: the rolling hours like waves broke one by one upon
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  Speaker 6: the tide of thought. Time's sands out run and cloudy
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  Speaker 6: visions hovered o'er my bed piled to the stars full
• 1:23:21
  Speaker 6: soon like cloud undone. Three, As like the wan moon
• 1:23:27
  Speaker 6: through her fleecy sea, my spirit clove their rack unceasingly
• 1:23:33
  Speaker 6: and struck at last upon an unknown ground, more still
• 1:23:37
  Speaker 6: than sleep, more strange than Dreamland's b Four. The echoes
• 1:23:44
  Speaker 6: of lost thoughts, wild music made like sirens heard above
• 1:23:48
  Speaker 6: the winds that played above the rhythmic waves, tumultuous tone
• 1:23:54
  Speaker 6: upon the hollows of that coast decayed. Five On the
• 1:24:01
  Speaker 6: strand they stood the sirens three no more and golden
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  Speaker 6: now and dark to be, whose vocal harps are love
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  Speaker 6: and hope and grief. To these they sang and waved
• 1:24:15
  Speaker 6: their hands to me, six, who thence unto the shore,
• 1:24:21
  Speaker 6: escaping clung as from the dread insatiate ocean's tongue that
• 1:24:26
  Speaker 6: lapped the barren sand, and evermore above its vain recoil,
• 1:24:32
  Speaker 6: the sisters sung seven prone on that unknown land, outcast forlorn,
• 1:24:40
  Speaker 6: my soul lay watching for the eyes of morn As
• 1:24:45
  Speaker 6: from a dying universe, adrift a naked life, to what
• 1:24:49
  Speaker 6: dim world new born. Eight, All former things had passed.
• 1:24:56
  Speaker 6: The sea's salt tears from youth's frail ship had had
• 1:25:00
  Speaker 6: washed false hopes and fears, and relics treasured once bestrewed
• 1:25:06
  Speaker 6: the sand wrapped in the clinging weed the sea made wares.
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  Speaker 6: Nine The bodies of lost faith and love, outcast, spurned
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  Speaker 6: by the waves and clinging to the mast, were flung
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  Speaker 6: upon the shore mid drift and wreck time's fragile shells,
• 1:25:26
  Speaker 6: which frailer lives outlast. Ten, as at the world's end
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  Speaker 6: left the last of men or Ere, the first was
• 1:25:36
  Speaker 6: sphered beyond his ken was I mid tumbled cosmic fragments,
• 1:25:42
  Speaker 6: cast a babe at play within a mammoth's den. Eleven
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  Speaker 6: mid Bones of power extinct and its lost prey with
• 1:25:52
  Speaker 6: shreds and shards of unknown primal day, the formless future,
• 1:25:58
  Speaker 6: and the past forgot the broken statue and the sculptor's clay. Twelve.
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  Speaker 6: The blue breast bird of space, his fan outspread and
• 1:26:09
  Speaker 6: shook the starry splendor o'er my head, A wood of
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  Speaker 6: eyes that wonder at the world, glass'd in the world's
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  Speaker 6: eyes wonder scann'd and red thirteen each burning orb that
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  Speaker 6: did the sky emblaze upon my spirit lone cast piercing
• 1:26:29
  Speaker 6: gaze whirl'd beyond world, and ring'd and suns a flame
• 1:26:34
  Speaker 6: shot from night's spangl'd cloud their storm of rays. Fourteen
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  Speaker 6: as doth the glass to one bright point intense draw
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  Speaker 6: the sun's fervor to our shrinking scents, so on my
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  Speaker 6: soul the concentrated fire of countless suns that moment did condense.
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  Speaker 6: Fifteen my brain an instant ats seemed to bear the
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  Speaker 6: universe immense and all its care for thought's frail arms
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  Speaker 6: intolerable weight, since nature's triumph still is man's despair. Sixteen
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  Speaker 6: untilled unknown the trackless region spread which thought belated wanderer
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  Speaker 6: doth tread, where like river flashing through the night, the
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  Speaker 6: milky way, its myriad star foam shed seventeen cast from
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  Speaker 6: what vital source, what teeming brain? By blind persistent force
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  Speaker 6: from fiery rain, suns, moons, and stars, transmuted, globed, and
• 1:27:46
  Speaker 6: hung the dew of space upon its blue campaign eighteen
• 1:27:53
  Speaker 6: trod by the feet of time as he doth go
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  Speaker 6: a laborer night and mourn to reap. And so who
• 1:28:01
  Speaker 6: counts the glittering drops, the spheres that fall, or marvels,
• 1:28:05
  Speaker 6: they should hold such weight of woe nineteen Each drop
• 1:28:11
  Speaker 6: a desert or a battle ground of life in its arena,
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  Speaker 6: ringed around where without quarter wears the endless war till death.
• 1:28:20
  Speaker 6: The hunter slips his famished hound twenty Here, circling with
• 1:28:27
  Speaker 6: the horses of the sun. Man's fateful race from day
• 1:28:31
  Speaker 6: to day is run bound in this narrow ring, his crown,
• 1:28:37
  Speaker 6: his grave still as the world for each is lost
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  Speaker 6: or one end of stanzas one through twenty. This recording
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  Speaker 6: is in the public domain. The Sirens three stands as
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  Speaker 6: twenty one to forty by Walter Crane read for Librevos
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  Speaker 6: Doodorg by Jason in Panama twenty one. Then, like a
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  Speaker 6: homeless one, my spirit turn'd for shelter neath the roofless void,
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  Speaker 6: and spurn'd from the star desert to the stony one,
• 1:29:18
  Speaker 6: scann'd the dark waste, where yet no hearth fire burned
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  Speaker 6: twenty two, But through the veil of night around me
• 1:29:28
  Speaker 6: there rose towering shapes cloth'd in the voiceless air, like
• 1:29:33
  Speaker 6: kings enthroned amid their powers, decay statue and ruined shrine
• 1:29:39
  Speaker 6: and temple bare twenty three, Dolmen and sphinx, and Greek
• 1:29:47
  Speaker 6: or Gothic fane, the shatter'd caskets of man's winged brain,
• 1:29:53
  Speaker 6: whose flight hath left them empty, desolate, sublime in ruin
• 1:29:57
  Speaker 6: on the crumbling plain. Twenty four. The perish'd bodies frail
• 1:30:04
  Speaker 6: that once did house his restless soul and heard his
• 1:30:08
  Speaker 6: sacred vows to his own likeness, dressed in speech or stone,
• 1:30:13
  Speaker 6: ere he forswore them for some fairer spouse. Twenty five.
• 1:30:20
  Speaker 6: He sought for truth and cried, where dost thou dwell?
• 1:30:25
  Speaker 6: Ten thousand tongues replied, but none could tell. They held
• 1:30:30
  Speaker 6: their peace, and then the stones did cry lo truth
• 1:30:35
  Speaker 6: sits naked by the wayside well twenty six. She sitteth naked,
• 1:30:43
  Speaker 6: since they drove her out from babble of the creeds
• 1:30:46
  Speaker 6: to wastes of doubt. There hath she wander'd long in
• 1:30:50
  Speaker 6: dens and caves, through customs, winter, and through reasons drought
• 1:30:56
  Speaker 6: twenty seven. They would have cloaked her as a shameful thing.
• 1:31:01
  Speaker 6: Force brought her chains and fraud a marriage ring. But
• 1:31:05
  Speaker 6: truth affrighted, fled the market place where lies were coined
• 1:31:10
  Speaker 6: in gold and craft was king twenty eight. And still
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  Speaker 6: she flies from sacred fount and school when man defiles,
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  Speaker 6: or doth his kind be fool, And still they wait
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  Speaker 6: the halt, the lame, the blind, though truth, the angel
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  Speaker 6: troubleth not the pool twenty nine. A wandering spirit in
• 1:31:36
  Speaker 6: this street of tombs. I sought her, Yet who still
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  Speaker 6: to travel dooms from hostile unto hostile o'er the waste
• 1:31:45
  Speaker 6: her votaries, the fitful lamp illumes thirty But ere the
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  Speaker 6: dawn stood trembling at Knight's Gate, dark as the night.
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  Speaker 6: I reached a portal grate wide to the homeless way,
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  Speaker 6: wind defaced and bare, while yet it spake of power
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  Speaker 6: and antique state thirty one, of pillared hall and chambers,
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  Speaker 6: large and fair, which thought and art had carven and
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  Speaker 6: made rare as life by life was laid with stone
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  Speaker 6: on stone, or flowed through marble vanes, the beams to
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  Speaker 6: bear thirty two, and flowered aloft in capital and freeze
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  Speaker 6: as roof and wall high rose with years increase withal,
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  Speaker 6: did slow decay, still gild and stain, or like a
• 1:32:40
  Speaker 6: stealthy robber's climbed to seas. Thirty three. Strange lights from
• 1:32:48
  Speaker 6: windows glared, and stranger sound of mingled mourner's grief and
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  Speaker 6: revel round sad discords from a world's disorder rung with
• 1:32:58
  Speaker 6: music broke upon the day desert bound thirty four. A
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  Speaker 6: fountain in the forecourt sullen slept, one wintry tree beside it,
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  Speaker 6: wind beswept and shorn of its last leaves, which strewed
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  Speaker 6: the stone like one above the water drooped and wept
• 1:33:19
  Speaker 6: thirty five. And at the threshold on the shattered stair
• 1:33:24
  Speaker 6: in raiment sad one sat as cloaked in care, There
• 1:33:29
  Speaker 6: too her sister's shape and vernal green the lintel old
• 1:33:33
  Speaker 6: did hang with Garland's fair thirty six, Who then, I
• 1:33:40
  Speaker 6: would have cried, art thou that weep? And why with
• 1:33:44
  Speaker 6: mourning festal Garland's heap? Why thus thou kindred are your
• 1:33:48
  Speaker 6: hearts in twain? O sisters weird? This magic house? Who
• 1:33:52
  Speaker 6: keep thirty seven? This magic house? So fair, so disarrayed,
• 1:33:59
  Speaker 6: What God, God, what daemon? First its foundings laid? Who
• 1:34:04
  Speaker 6: thus its treasure to oblivion? Castes still hungering at the gate,
• 1:34:09
  Speaker 6: but never stay'd thirty eight, And I was answer'd ere
• 1:34:14
  Speaker 6: my thought found tongue as pealing from the gate, their
• 1:34:18
  Speaker 6: voices rung like wailing harp and voice, together heard with
• 1:34:23
  Speaker 6: ear intent upon their speech, I hung thirty nine. Let
• 1:34:29
  Speaker 6: no man ask, but he who doth not shrink to
• 1:34:33
  Speaker 6: stand at gaze upon thought's giddy brink, where breaks the
• 1:34:38
  Speaker 6: endless sea and ebbs and flows the tides of life
• 1:34:42
  Speaker 6: and death that time doth drink forty Time's very house?
• 1:34:48
  Speaker 6: Is this his daughter's wee ruin and renovation? Thou dost
• 1:34:54
  Speaker 6: see that sweep or garnish, and its chambers fit for
• 1:34:58
  Speaker 6: grief or joy or whatso guests may be. End of
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  Speaker 6: Stanzas twenty one through forty. This recording is in the
• 1:35:08
  Speaker 6: public domain. The Sirens three Stanzas forty one through sixty
• 1:35:19
  Speaker 6: by Walter Crane, read for LibriVox dot Org by Jason
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  Speaker 6: in Panama forty one, pillard and roofed. It is with
• 1:35:29
  Speaker 6: nights and days, and windows gemmed in gold or azure space.
• 1:35:34
  Speaker 6: Its table spread with earths for fast or feast, between
• 1:35:39
  Speaker 6: birth's gait and deaths, where all find place. Forty two
• 1:35:45
  Speaker 6: clothes curtained both with mystery and pain. O'erwrought with costly
• 1:35:50
  Speaker 6: tears and heart hued stain and love the windows dim
• 1:35:54
  Speaker 6: hath painted o'er with dreams of dear delight that wax
• 1:35:58
  Speaker 6: and wane. Forty three from morn to eve, as through
• 1:36:03
  Speaker 6: the glowing glass, his vital sun transfigures as they pass
• 1:36:09
  Speaker 6: those visionary joys and hopes and fears that mask life's
• 1:36:14
  Speaker 6: face a dream itself alas forty four. But ere they ceased.
• 1:36:21
  Speaker 6: A fairer one forth came with cup of welcome and
• 1:36:25
  Speaker 6: with torch aflame in floating raiment, soft and radiant hair.
• 1:36:31
  Speaker 6: And thus she sang each captive sense to claim forty five.
• 1:36:37
  Speaker 6: Dream on o soul or sleep and take thy rest.
• 1:36:41
  Speaker 6: The feast is spread. However, late the guest let passion
• 1:36:46
  Speaker 6: drug the cup with secret fire, till torturing thought be
• 1:36:50
  Speaker 6: slain on pleasure's breast. Forty six. Where all are masked,
• 1:36:56
  Speaker 6: Thy mask shall be thy face, call for the best
• 1:36:59
  Speaker 6: life gives, and take thy place at time's long hostile
• 1:37:03
  Speaker 6: board cast off thy care, and rest you marry in
• 1:37:07
  Speaker 6: Dame Fortune's grace. Forty seven vex not thy soul until
• 1:37:14
  Speaker 6: the reckoning day, though life be but the least thou
• 1:37:17
  Speaker 6: hast to pay. Stand not too late on pleasure's foaming brink,
• 1:37:22
  Speaker 6: nor yet with cyclists held outsit the play. Forty eight
• 1:37:28
  Speaker 6: Time is thine host, and ere the day grows old
• 1:37:32
  Speaker 6: to thee his story strange, he shall unfold, writ in
• 1:37:36
  Speaker 6: a half obliterated scroll, But pictur'd fair and graven deep
• 1:37:41
  Speaker 6: behold forty nine, as though a new Pandora raised the
• 1:37:47
  Speaker 6: lid and let life's mystery escape unbid, broke sudden on
• 1:37:52
  Speaker 6: my sight, a wonder show, as through the portal dark
• 1:37:56
  Speaker 6: eye gazed close hid fifth ian, like as one who
• 1:38:02
  Speaker 6: sits expectant dumb at gaze before some world's proscenium, when
• 1:38:09
  Speaker 6: rolls the curtain from the painted stage, to see Life's play, past,
• 1:38:14
  Speaker 6: present and to come. Fifty one. The drama of the
• 1:38:19
  Speaker 6: earth before me rolled, the war of good and evil,
• 1:38:22
  Speaker 6: new and old, the fight for very, life, for space,
• 1:38:26
  Speaker 6: for air, the sum and cost of being still untold.
• 1:38:32
  Speaker 6: Fifty two Since when Time's brooding bird did patients sit
• 1:38:36
  Speaker 6: upon her spherit egg the world to wit potent with
• 1:38:41
  Speaker 6: life in ocean, earth and air. Ere ever fawn or
• 1:38:46
  Speaker 6: flower did people it fifty three Since when from countless germs,
• 1:38:52
  Speaker 6: Life's tree did grow from writhing worms about its roots below,
• 1:38:57
  Speaker 6: from dragon shapes that clasp its fossils stem to bear
• 1:39:01
  Speaker 6: love's fruit, and human flowers arow fifty four, where thoughts
• 1:39:08
  Speaker 6: winged kind among its branches dwell still fertilized by Beauty's
• 1:39:12
  Speaker 6: potent's spell cast and recast in nature's supple mold through
• 1:39:18
  Speaker 6: death and change and birth's transforming cell fifty five twas
• 1:39:24
  Speaker 6: pictured here with boughs outspread through space, blossomed with stars
• 1:39:29
  Speaker 6: upon the sky's swart face, with globing worlds for fruit
• 1:39:34
  Speaker 6: that cool or glow as night and day like leaves
• 1:39:38
  Speaker 6: their shadows. Chase fifty six out of the dream of ages,
• 1:39:44
  Speaker 6: sleeping fast, out of the dim and unrecorded past, out
• 1:39:49
  Speaker 6: of the caverns of uncounted time in life's dark house,
• 1:39:53
  Speaker 6: man saw the sun at last fifty seven. Inhuman man
• 1:39:59
  Speaker 6: late come unto the birth, wrapped in the swathing bands
• 1:40:03
  Speaker 6: of mother Earth, long his descent, his pedigree obscure to
• 1:40:09
  Speaker 6: his inheritance of strife and dearth fifty eight. As from
• 1:40:15
  Speaker 6: the ground, the earthworm crawls to light, speechless and blind.
• 1:40:20
  Speaker 6: From antenatolle night, man rose on earth, the bitter strife began.
• 1:40:26
  Speaker 6: Man rose on earth, and craft did conquer might fifty nine.
• 1:40:33
  Speaker 6: Since cruel nature, careless of her child, left him an
• 1:40:37
  Speaker 6: outcast on the worldly wild, cradled in space and serpents,
• 1:40:42
  Speaker 6: swathed in time, and rocked to sleep by death or
• 1:40:47
  Speaker 6: dream beguiled sixty I saw him in his cradle at
• 1:40:52
  Speaker 6: the first, with beasts and savage passions, rudely nursed to
• 1:40:58
  Speaker 6: snatch uncertain life from nature hand, niggard or prodigal, through
• 1:41:03
  Speaker 6: best and worst end of Stanzas forty one through sixty
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  Speaker 6: This recording is in the public domain. The Sirens three
• 1:41:18
  Speaker 6: stands as sixty one through eighty by Walter Crane, read
• 1:41:23
  Speaker 6: for LibriVox dot Org by Jason in Panama sixty one.
• 1:41:29
  Speaker 6: He blindly bore the burden of his day with his
• 1:41:32
  Speaker 6: dumb kindred of the primal clay. Whence drew his blood,
• 1:41:37
  Speaker 6: brute instincts, fiery lusts that waste his substance, still and
• 1:41:42
  Speaker 6: tear and slay sixty two. A babbling child. He sits
• 1:41:48
  Speaker 6: upon time's sand, to the mute skies. He cries, he
• 1:41:53
  Speaker 6: would command heedless. He plays with serpents and with fire,
• 1:41:57
  Speaker 6: with life a toy in his un conscious hand. Sixty three,
• 1:42:03
  Speaker 6: Yet hath he held it from that early day, though
• 1:42:06
  Speaker 6: death did ever plot to snatch away, and snared his
• 1:42:10
  Speaker 6: tottering steps, with dangers, thick prowling in countless shapes beside
• 1:42:15
  Speaker 6: his way. Sixty four. Sore was the strife, and little
• 1:42:21
  Speaker 6: was life's boon, between the toiling sun and wasting moon,
• 1:42:26
  Speaker 6: with lurid pleasures, fierce and horrid, right blind day outworn,
• 1:42:31
  Speaker 6: the long long sleep, one soon sixty five Still nature
• 1:42:37
  Speaker 6: prodigal did cast his seed or frozen sea or burning
• 1:42:42
  Speaker 6: zone to breed where hand or foot could cling, or
• 1:42:46
  Speaker 6: heart could beat man's kind on earth since sprung to
• 1:42:50
  Speaker 6: flower or weed. Sixty six. The rod of want, the
• 1:42:56
  Speaker 6: school of bitter need, taught him life's letters, bill so
• 1:43:00
  Speaker 6: hard to read, use, gave him skill and skill new
• 1:43:05
  Speaker 6: sense to use. He bent the bow, he bade the
• 1:43:08
  Speaker 6: plowshare speed sixty seven. Bread for his body and his soul.
• 1:43:14
  Speaker 6: He sought raiment to cloak him from the cold. He
• 1:43:17
  Speaker 6: bought of ruthless nature, toiling brain and hand pasted all
• 1:43:22
  Speaker 6: the gates of death his race. He brought sixty eight low,
• 1:43:29
  Speaker 6: infant thought and art man's children, fair first tottering from
• 1:43:35
  Speaker 6: the cave, his primal layer babes in the world's wood,
• 1:43:39
  Speaker 6: wandering to and fro to touch man's sordid heart and
• 1:43:44
  Speaker 6: lift his care sixty nine. Since the first hunter graved
• 1:43:49
  Speaker 6: his dirk and horn, or in the shepherd's state, was
• 1:43:53
  Speaker 6: music born. When Song lay dreaming in the whispering reed ere,
• 1:43:58
  Speaker 6: she discoursed unto the golden morn seventy Born of life's
• 1:44:04
  Speaker 6: travail virtues, sweet Benign grew like fair daughters of a
• 1:44:09
  Speaker 6: race divine the pillars of man's house, before whose rowed
• 1:44:13
  Speaker 6: evil and good as twisted snakes untwine seventy one. But
• 1:44:20
  Speaker 6: to his roof had fled pale palsied fear the child
• 1:44:24
  Speaker 6: of death and night, but fathered there, and nursed by
• 1:44:28
  Speaker 6: ignorance beside the hearth, to cloud his house with all
• 1:44:32
  Speaker 6: her mystic year seventy two. Demon and fetish painted she
• 1:44:38
  Speaker 6: to scare and veils against the light, did weave and
• 1:44:42
  Speaker 6: war yea art and thought man's firstlings fain would bind
• 1:44:48
  Speaker 6: from birth to serve, her will, her yoke to bear.
• 1:44:52
  Speaker 6: Seventy three, So man held hand and foot, a slave
• 1:44:57
  Speaker 6: behold between the soldier, king and priest of Old by
• 1:45:00
  Speaker 6: force and fraud, bound fast as by two chains. How long,
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  Speaker 6: O man, how long shall they bee hold? Seventy four?
• 1:45:11
  Speaker 6: How long? Again? I cried, but silence kept her finger
• 1:45:15
  Speaker 6: on the lips of hope. Still slept like clouds upon
• 1:45:18
  Speaker 6: the mountains, dreams untold, and freedom on the tombs of
• 1:45:23
  Speaker 6: ages wept seventy five, Yet, like a watcher by a
• 1:45:29
  Speaker 6: beacon fire amid the lurid gloom and shadows dire, wrapp'd
• 1:45:34
  Speaker 6: in the cloak of darkness, fold unfold, I mark'd through flames,
• 1:45:38
  Speaker 6: portentous shapes aspire. Seventy six. Slow stream'd the progress vast
• 1:45:45
  Speaker 6: of human kind out of the primal dark. I watch'd
• 1:45:49
  Speaker 6: it wind like a full river, gleaming towards the sun,
• 1:45:53
  Speaker 6: crested with light, but lost in mists behind. Seventy seven,
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  Speaker 6: I saw the towering crests of ancient state arise and pass,
• 1:46:04
  Speaker 6: and bow themselves to fate. Captors of men, bound still
• 1:46:09
  Speaker 6: to conquering time, and in their triumph, drawn to death's
• 1:46:13
  Speaker 6: dark Gait seventy eight, Colossal Egypt, on her car rolled by,
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  Speaker 6: dragged by her crowd of slaves, with lash and cry,
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  Speaker 6: who now a slave herself is bought and sold and
• 1:46:28
  Speaker 6: buried in the sand. Her pride doth lie seventy nine
• 1:46:33
  Speaker 6: Athens Supreme, with burnished helm and spear, in art and arms,
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  Speaker 6: and wisdom shining clear to other hands, half past the
• 1:46:43
  Speaker 6: lamp of life, and weep the muses o'er her sculpted
• 1:46:47
  Speaker 6: beer eighty There, clothed as with a robe, with power
• 1:46:52
  Speaker 6: and pride, great Rome, upon her triumph car did ride
• 1:46:56
  Speaker 6: over the necks of nations and of men, unto to
• 1:47:00
  Speaker 6: whose broken wheel still souls are tied. End of Stanzas
• 1:47:06
  Speaker 6: sixty one through eighty. This recording is in the public domain.
• 1:47:16
  Speaker 6: The Sirens three stands as eighty one through one hundred
• 1:47:20
  Speaker 6: by Walter Crane, read for LibriVox dot Org by Jason
• 1:47:24
  Speaker 6: in Panama eighty one. All these I saw as on
• 1:47:29
  Speaker 6: Time's painted page. The figure of man's life from age
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  Speaker 6: to age was figured like his life of years and hours,
• 1:47:38
  Speaker 6: and glassed his face an infant or a mage eighty
• 1:47:42
  Speaker 6: two in boyhood bright beneath the Grecian sun. I saw
• 1:47:47
  Speaker 6: him stand, intent his race to run, to touch the
• 1:47:51
  Speaker 6: golden goal of thought and art, and daring all man,
• 1:47:56
  Speaker 6: since hath dared or done eighty three the apple of
• 1:48:01
  Speaker 6: his life to Beauty's hand. Freely he gave, and she
• 1:48:05
  Speaker 6: so dowured his land that still, that fond world takes
• 1:48:10
  Speaker 6: it for her glass and gazes, leaving knowledge and command.
• 1:48:15
  Speaker 6: Eighty four. In ethemistic shadow o'er him fell, he touched
• 1:48:21
  Speaker 6: the lover's lute beneath the spell. He fought a knight
• 1:48:25
  Speaker 6: at arms for lady's grace. He prayed a monk austere,
• 1:48:29
  Speaker 6: and haunted cell eighty five till nature roused him from
• 1:48:34
  Speaker 6: his dreams again, and reason broke the chains which bound him.
• 1:48:39
  Speaker 6: Then new knowledge, power, and beauty filled life's cup and
• 1:48:45
  Speaker 6: rolled the round world to his manhood's ken. Eighty six.
• 1:48:50
  Speaker 6: Yet old before his time, he sits outworn with words
• 1:48:55
  Speaker 6: and wars, upon the seat of scorn, weary of life's
• 1:48:59
  Speaker 6: vain round, love's fruitless chase, false fortune's whirling wheel, fame's
• 1:49:06
  Speaker 6: empty horn. Eighty seven. For here, in living shape and semblance,
• 1:49:12
  Speaker 6: shone the passions and the powers man's soul. Hath won
• 1:49:16
  Speaker 6: through all his ages, like the starry signs where through
• 1:49:20
  Speaker 6: life's year revolves the sleepless sun eighty eight, The pattern
• 1:49:26
  Speaker 6: and the form of thoughts untold, the book of being
• 1:49:30
  Speaker 6: wrought in ruins of gold, the twisted net that holds
• 1:49:34
  Speaker 6: all gain and loss, the birth clothes cover or the
• 1:49:38
  Speaker 6: shroud doth fold eighty nine, The moving tapestry of human date,
• 1:49:45
  Speaker 6: where lives for threads are crossed in love or hate,
• 1:49:49
  Speaker 6: between the narrow beams of dark and day time's shifting loom.
• 1:49:54
  Speaker 6: The toil of threefold fate ninety At their eternal task,
• 1:50:00
  Speaker 6: the sisters dread, who spin and weave and shear the
• 1:50:04
  Speaker 6: slender thread with all its dyes that doth sustain and
• 1:50:09
  Speaker 6: fill this tangled web from pole to pole, out spread
• 1:50:13
  Speaker 6: ninety one The arras that doth clothe the house of time,
• 1:50:18
  Speaker 6: stained with the hues of all man's bliss and crime,
• 1:50:22
  Speaker 6: The checkered pageant of the changing Earth, still through its
• 1:50:26
  Speaker 6: folds doth ever sink and climb. Ninety two Along the
• 1:50:32
  Speaker 6: street of days and nights, where rolls the world's car onwards,
• 1:50:36
  Speaker 6: and its throng of souls, like captives in a conqueror's triumph,
• 1:50:40
  Speaker 6: chained compelled by fortune's wheel that none controls ninety three.
• 1:50:47
  Speaker 6: The glittering triumph of youth's golden dreams and ardent manhood
• 1:50:52
  Speaker 6: in the zenith beams of love and fame, and power
• 1:50:56
  Speaker 6: that guides the car and slow pulse, held still warmed
• 1:51:01
  Speaker 6: in their last gleams ninety four. Masked with the maskers
• 1:51:07
  Speaker 6: in that endless race, the hours go by at grief's
• 1:51:11
  Speaker 6: or passion's pace, and cloak'd alike in poverty or pride,
• 1:51:16
  Speaker 6: through all life's masks. Death shows his ashen face ninety five,
• 1:51:23
  Speaker 6: the shadow clinging to the feet of life, as unto
• 1:51:26
  Speaker 6: day doth cleave his silent wife, sower and reaper in
• 1:51:31
  Speaker 6: the self same field, twin spirits folded in immortal strife
• 1:51:37
  Speaker 6: ninety six. There good and ill brothers and bitter foes
• 1:51:42
  Speaker 6: do strike the balance of man's joys and woes, and
• 1:51:46
  Speaker 6: in the traffic of the world's exchange oft ill as
• 1:51:50
  Speaker 6: good and good as evil goes ninety seven. Two knights
• 1:51:56
  Speaker 6: that battle for Truth's painted targ with flash spears upon
• 1:52:01
  Speaker 6: time's river march, where like the rushing waters rise their
• 1:52:05
  Speaker 6: steeds and crashed together in tremendous charge. Ninety eight their
• 1:52:12
  Speaker 6: broken harness lies upon times plain, their wars. Receding tide
• 1:52:17
  Speaker 6: doth cast the slain, as shifts the battle ground from
• 1:52:21
  Speaker 6: age to age, and earth its grim memorials retain ninety
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  Speaker 6: nine These things I marked as in a moving show
• 1:52:31
  Speaker 6: before mine eyes. Life passed through gloom and glow, the
• 1:52:36
  Speaker 6: trappings and the garniture that decked this house of shadows,
• 1:52:40
  Speaker 6: still from room to room. One hundred man was man is,
• 1:52:47
  Speaker 6: but who shall count the gain or measure out the
• 1:52:50
  Speaker 6: sum of all life's pain? So to the play my
• 1:52:53
  Speaker 6: thought made interlude, and still to fate's sad music sang
• 1:52:58
  Speaker 6: refrain end of Stanzas eighty one through one hundred. This
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  Speaker 6: recording is in the public domain. The Sirens three stands
• 1:53:13
  Speaker 6: as one hundred one through one hundred twenty by Walter Crane,
• 1:53:18
  Speaker 6: read for LibriVox dot Org by Jason in Panama. One
• 1:53:23
  Speaker 6: hundred one. Man is, but who can count his being's cost?
• 1:53:29
  Speaker 6: Who meets the water from the pitcher lost, the squander'd
• 1:53:32
  Speaker 6: corn upon the sewer's path, cast in time's scale half
• 1:53:38
  Speaker 6: good or ill the most one hundred two each out
• 1:53:42
  Speaker 6: of Babel answers for himself as justice, he doth love
• 1:53:47
  Speaker 6: or gilded pelf Who in the school of ignorance should
• 1:53:52
  Speaker 6: read Truth's tattered book on thriftless nature's shelf one hundred three.
• 1:53:58
  Speaker 6: Unlettered children, hopeless to the task, and dumb before life's riddles.
• 1:54:03
  Speaker 6: Still we ask, but labor soul is answer'd, patient thought
• 1:54:09
  Speaker 6: and science, Still doth nature make unmask one hundred four
• 1:54:15
  Speaker 6: Ah what is life a coin? But stamped and cast
• 1:54:19
  Speaker 6: into Time's treasury, counted, weighed and passed, staked in the
• 1:54:25
  Speaker 6: fateful race for real or woe, and gold or silver
• 1:54:29
  Speaker 6: chang'd for lead at last one hundred five, while dread
• 1:54:34
  Speaker 6: necessity great Nature's nurse, who rules man's way for better
• 1:54:39
  Speaker 6: or for worse, still watching by death's bed, and birth's
• 1:54:43
  Speaker 6: doth sit to poor life's blessing or to brand its
• 1:54:47
  Speaker 6: curse one hundred six. Between the flickering lamps of day
• 1:54:53
  Speaker 6: and night, cloak'd in her age worn mantle, care bedight
• 1:54:58
  Speaker 6: behold her shape, inexorable, vast, blind, arbitrous, o'er changeling, wrong
• 1:55:05
  Speaker 6: and right one hundred seven. Who pain and bliss and passion,
• 1:55:11
  Speaker 6: hope despair casts in life's cup, she cunning mixes fair
• 1:55:17
  Speaker 6: and gives as to a babe man's helpless lips, drawing
• 1:55:22
  Speaker 6: delicious poison unaware one hundred eight. Then what is life? Well,
• 1:55:29
  Speaker 6: we might ask again. A spirit from the cup that
• 1:55:32
  Speaker 6: fills the brain with teeming images of love and power
• 1:55:37
  Speaker 6: and high desires, tis impotent to gain one hundred nine.
• 1:55:43
  Speaker 6: Protean life, which man doth vain pursue from youth's green
• 1:55:47
  Speaker 6: meads to age's mountains blue. The painted fly, a breathless child,
• 1:55:53
  Speaker 6: doth chase through all its changing shapes to change. But
• 1:55:57
  Speaker 6: true one hundred ten. This quivering bubble died with every
• 1:56:04
  Speaker 6: stain of splendor and of passion. Why in vain ah,
• 1:56:09
  Speaker 6: why it sails the summer air, an iridescent moment lost
• 1:56:14
  Speaker 6: in rain one hundred eleven. But still the cup is
• 1:56:19
  Speaker 6: passed swift, as of yore as life. Each new come
• 1:56:23
  Speaker 6: guest doth pledge and pour the priceless wine into the
• 1:56:27
  Speaker 6: fragile glass, once to the brim, filled up and filled
• 1:56:31
  Speaker 6: no more one hundred twelve. Some drink with eager thirst,
• 1:56:37
  Speaker 6: Some waste their store, or drop by drop, still watch
• 1:56:41
  Speaker 6: it shrinking sore. Some ere the vital juice hath passed
• 1:56:45
  Speaker 6: their lips, The frail cup shatter on the marble floor
• 1:56:51
  Speaker 6: one hundred thirteen. Yet high the feast tide rolled, and
• 1:56:55
  Speaker 6: those who fell few mist nor empty. Long their place
• 1:57:00
  Speaker 6: did dwell. For great the press is at Earth's table,
• 1:57:03
  Speaker 6: round and still new streams that company doth swell one
• 1:57:09
  Speaker 6: hundred fourteen. Ah. Bitter was the strife, and hot the
• 1:57:14
  Speaker 6: breath of envy, hate, Their smiling masks beneath and baleful
• 1:57:19
  Speaker 6: fires I saw in beauty's eyes and rosy ensigns veiled
• 1:57:24
  Speaker 6: the cheek of death one hundred fifteen. While groveled for
• 1:57:29
  Speaker 6: the crumbs of famished crew as starved hounds. For what
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  Speaker 6: man careless threw on wasteful bread and refuse fane to
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  Speaker 6: feed or none as deadlier. Their struggle grew one hundred
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  Speaker 6: sixteen for very life at all, too dear a cost.
• 1:57:48
  Speaker 6: As slaves, these toiled, while those as counters tossed their
• 1:57:52
  Speaker 6: lives for gold or gold for lives exchanged indifferent. So
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  Speaker 6: they did win who lost one hundred seventeen For those
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  Speaker 6: the roses and for these the rue in man's unequal
• 1:58:10
  Speaker 6: measures paid undue. Some murmur'd loud, some patient bore their fate.
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  Speaker 6: The poor were many, and the rich were few. One
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  Speaker 6: hundred eighteen. Most weary of the sordid throng, I grew,
• 1:58:25
  Speaker 6: and thence a little space apart withdrew, weary of life
• 1:58:30
  Speaker 6: that it this thing should be, nor other lot for
• 1:58:34
  Speaker 6: man that hope foreknew one hundred nineteen. So to the
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  Speaker 6: portal dark I turn'd again, And there as at the
• 1:58:44
  Speaker 6: first the sisters twain, she who the fruitless garland hung aloft,
• 1:58:50
  Speaker 6: she on the shatter'd stone that wept in vain one
• 1:58:54
  Speaker 6: hundred twenty. But in the forecourt flash'd the fountain's stream.
• 1:59:00
  Speaker 6: The wintry tree, beside its glittering beam bore now a
• 1:59:04
  Speaker 6: cloud of blossom, red and pale, as if bright spring
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  Speaker 6: had touched it in a dream end of Stanzas one
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  Speaker 6: hundred one through one hundred twenty. This recording is in
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  Speaker 6: the public domain. The Sirens three stands as one hundred
• 1:59:26
  Speaker 6: twenty one through one hundred forty by Walter Crane, read
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  Speaker 6: for LibriVox dot Org by Jason in Panama one hundred
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  Speaker 6: twenty one alone, I stood in that still house of time,
• 1:59:41
  Speaker 6: all swept and bare. It was as at the prime,
• 1:59:45
  Speaker 6: and but the sea wind peopled it with sighs and
• 1:59:49
  Speaker 6: heard afar the slow waves measured chime. One hundred twenty two.
• 1:59:56
  Speaker 6: I saw times shape colossal, rising stark against the endless waves,
• 2:00:01
  Speaker 6: receding dark beneath the rising dawn that never rose upon
• 2:00:05
  Speaker 6: the sea, where yet would Hope embark one hundred twenty three.
• 2:00:13
  Speaker 6: Yea Hope arose and drew the painted veil of things
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  Speaker 6: that are, and furled it like a sail, And on
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  Speaker 6: her gilded prow I stood at gaze, on golden sands
• 2:00:24
  Speaker 6: beyond the morning pale one hundred twenty four, and from
• 2:00:30
  Speaker 6: the face of Earth were drawn away, like clinging mists
• 2:00:34
  Speaker 6: that do obscure the day, the shadows and the fears
• 2:00:38
  Speaker 6: which have oppressed her children long beneath their baneful sway
• 2:00:44
  Speaker 6: one hundred twenty five. As new created in her sculpted sphere,
• 2:00:50
  Speaker 6: I saw her rise again, translucent, clear, robed in the
• 2:00:55
  Speaker 6: kindling splendor of the sun. Renascent from the sea of
• 2:01:00
  Speaker 6: crystal air one hundred twenty six, that limpid broke on
• 2:01:05
  Speaker 6: her rejoicing shore, where life's reviving stream welled evermore from
• 2:01:11
  Speaker 6: Nature's fount through teeming veins that bred man's countless kin
• 2:01:17
  Speaker 6: from one redundant core one hundred twenty seven. I saw
• 2:01:23
  Speaker 6: the dragon slain of lust and greed, of gold and
• 2:01:27
  Speaker 6: power that waste to serve their need poor human lives,
• 2:01:32
  Speaker 6: and till Earth's fruitful fields with fire and sword and
• 2:01:37
  Speaker 6: bloody vengeance breed one hundred twenty eight. No more than
• 2:01:43
  Speaker 6: nations armed did lie and wait like bandits, fierce to
• 2:01:47
  Speaker 6: spoil and desolate, which each did hold most dear. No
• 2:01:52
  Speaker 6: dogs of war at tyrant's beck let loose to maim
• 2:01:56
  Speaker 6: and bait one hundred twenty nine. No peoples blind by
• 2:02:02
  Speaker 6: blinder leaders led into the pit of shame, or daily
• 2:02:06
  Speaker 6: fed like swine on empty husks and sophistries and frozen
• 2:02:11
  Speaker 6: custom giving stones for bread one hundred thirty No selfish
• 2:02:17
  Speaker 6: castes in internesine strife fought like the beasts to win
• 2:02:22
  Speaker 6: a worthless life. No ruthless commerce cheapened hope in health,
• 2:02:27
  Speaker 6: or held to slavish throats starvation's knife one hundred thirty one.
• 2:02:34
  Speaker 6: No rights usurp'd against the common good, breathed out defiance,
• 2:02:39
  Speaker 6: and the claims withstood of labor and of life where
• 2:02:42
  Speaker 6: all by labor lived. No bonds were there but bonds
• 2:02:46
  Speaker 6: of brotherhood one hundred thirty two. No temple gloom obscured
• 2:02:52
  Speaker 6: the lucent skies, nor incense fume of faith's dead sacrifice.
• 2:02:58
  Speaker 6: No baneful toil made cities desolate with hellish smoke at
• 2:03:02
  Speaker 6: morn and eve to rise one hundred thirty three. No
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  Speaker 6: morbid anchorite with famished creed would man persuade to sell
• 2:03:13
  Speaker 6: his natured's need of joy. No fever'd dream of future
• 2:03:18
  Speaker 6: fate would snatch life's brimming cup his human need one
• 2:03:24
  Speaker 6: hundred thirty four. Not there, blind dogma flung the bitter
• 2:03:29
  Speaker 6: fruit of discord, burning red or hate uproot the flower
• 2:03:33
  Speaker 6: of innocence or fraud, beguiled, or force laid iron hands
• 2:03:38
  Speaker 6: on man and brute one hundred thirty five. I saw
• 2:03:44
  Speaker 6: regenerate man as stainless, free, a child again on Mother
• 2:03:50
  Speaker 6: Nature's knee. His wistful eyes did scan the starry spheres,
• 2:03:55
  Speaker 6: his hand outstretch'd to life's new flowering tree. One hundred
• 2:04:01
  Speaker 6: thirty six. The ages kneeling at his feet did bear
• 2:04:06
  Speaker 6: the treasure of their thoughts in caskets rare, the fire
• 2:04:10
  Speaker 6: tried gold of science and the lore of wisdom, bought
• 2:04:14
  Speaker 6: with costly toil and care. One hundred thirty seven. The
• 2:04:20
  Speaker 6: thoughts each moment from the quivering brain that spring like flames,
• 2:04:25
  Speaker 6: or borne with labor pain embodied there I saw quick,
• 2:04:29
  Speaker 6: thronging spirits, fair from whose inwoven wings light fell like
• 2:04:34
  Speaker 6: summer rain. One hundred thirty eight. And each in hand
• 2:04:40
  Speaker 6: did bear the emblems bright wherein do art and poesy,
• 2:04:45
  Speaker 6: delight and mysteries of science hid in time her wands
• 2:04:50
  Speaker 6: of power and globes of knowledge light one hundred thirty nine.
• 2:04:55
  Speaker 6: For more than men lives, Man through death alive, slow moves,
• 2:05:01
  Speaker 6: the progress vast, still cry and strive new hopes, new thoughts,
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  Speaker 6: for utterance, and for act and use, and strength and
• 2:05:12
  Speaker 6: beauty yet survive one hundred forty Yeay, Beauty's image graven
• 2:05:19
  Speaker 6: on the mind beats with the pulse of life. In life, enshrined, irradiant,
• 2:05:25
  Speaker 6: she moves in love's own flame, and joy with her
• 2:05:29
  Speaker 6: and the sweet Grace's kind. End of stands is one
• 2:05:35
  Speaker 6: hundred twenty one through one hundred forty This recording is
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  Speaker 6: in the public domain. The Sirens three stands as one
• 2:05:48
  Speaker 6: hundred forty one through one hundred forty four by Walter Crane,
• 2:05:52
  Speaker 6: read for LibriVox dot Org by Jason and Panama one
• 2:05:57
  Speaker 6: hundred forty one, Like venus flash from the lucent sea,
• 2:06:02
  Speaker 6: or from the earth the flower persephone, She that was
• 2:06:06
  Speaker 6: buried low is born again, and time her resurrection brings
• 2:06:11
  Speaker 6: to be one hundred forty two daughter of Earth, yet
• 2:06:16
  Speaker 6: is not mortal. She, though time hath shook the blossoms
• 2:06:21
  Speaker 6: from her tree, her spring returns her summer and her
• 2:06:25
  Speaker 6: fruit and art by her hath immortality. One hundred forty three.
• 2:06:33
  Speaker 6: I saw I heard no more for sleep, like rain
• 2:06:37
  Speaker 6: fell soft at last upon my restless brain, for sleep
• 2:06:41
  Speaker 6: in all the pageant made the last, and with her
• 2:06:44
  Speaker 6: poppies swept mine eyes again one hundred forty four. Yea
• 2:06:51
  Speaker 6: far upon her wings than I was born, all dreamlessly,
• 2:06:54
  Speaker 6: till like a dream the morn broke on my scent
• 2:06:58
  Speaker 6: and sight, and swift and loud day like a hunter
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  Speaker 6: blew his golden horn. End of Stanzas one hundred forty
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  Speaker 6: one through one hundred forty four, and end of poem.
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  Speaker 6: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Flora's Feast a mask of Flowers by Walter Crane, read
• 2:07:25
  Speaker 1: for LibriVox dot Org by Lurie Wilson. The Sullen Winter
• 2:07:29
  Speaker 1: nearly spent Queen Flora to her garden, went to call
• 2:07:32
  Speaker 1: the flowers from their long sleep, the year's glad festivals
• 2:07:36
  Speaker 1: to keep, and one by one, each making bold their
• 2:07:40
  Speaker 1: silken vesture to unfold, and peeping forth to meet the sun,
• 2:07:44
  Speaker 1: the long procession is begun. The snowdrops first upon the scene,
• 2:07:50
  Speaker 1: white crested brave kings Frost's domain. The little crocus reaches
• 2:07:55
  Speaker 1: up to catch a sunbeam in his cup. The daffodil
• 2:07:59
  Speaker 1: his trumpet blow, and after spring a hunting goes. Anemones
• 2:08:04
  Speaker 1: rode out the gale frail windflowers fluttered red and pale,
• 2:08:09
  Speaker 1: the violet in the primrose dame with modest mien, but
• 2:08:13
  Speaker 1: hearts aflame green curdled from the brooklets fold the rustic
• 2:08:18
  Speaker 1: made marsh marigold, the lady smocks all silver white, the
• 2:08:22
  Speaker 1: milkmaids of the meadows bright, where shining buttercups abound among
• 2:08:27
  Speaker 1: the cowslips on the ground. Here lords and ladies of
• 2:08:30
  Speaker 1: the wood with shaking spear and riding hood, black knight
• 2:08:34
  Speaker 1: at arms, the white plumed thorn in pomp, the crown
• 2:08:37
  Speaker 1: imperial born, while tulips lift their banner red or fill
• 2:08:42
  Speaker 1: their cups with fire instead, sweet hyacinths. Their bells did
• 2:08:47
  Speaker 1: ring to swell the music of the spring. With blazoned
• 2:08:51
  Speaker 1: pinnons from each spear, the iris and the flag appear
• 2:08:55
  Speaker 1: sweet masking May in white or red, her snowy cloud
• 2:08:59
  Speaker 1: of blossom spread, and Chaucer's daisy, small and sweet siduth
• 2:09:04
  Speaker 1: E la margarette, the little lilies of the veil, white ladies,
• 2:09:08
  Speaker 1: delicate and pale, great paeonies in crimson pride, and budding
• 2:09:13
  Speaker 1: ones in green that hide, fair columbines that drew the
• 2:09:17
  Speaker 1: car a venus from her distant star, and Love's own flower,
• 2:09:21
  Speaker 1: the blushing rose, the queen of all the garden clothes,
• 2:09:26
  Speaker 1: and roses from the hedge grow wild behind their thorns
• 2:09:30
  Speaker 1: that faintly smiled, and from the cressy brook's green side.
• 2:09:34
  Speaker 1: Forget me not, A small voice cried her. Stately lilies
• 2:09:38
  Speaker 1: pale and proud in vesture, purest summer cloud, or burning
• 2:09:43
  Speaker 1: like an orange flame, with torches borne aloft, they came
• 2:09:47
  Speaker 1: the monk that wears the hood of blue. The bells
• 2:09:50
  Speaker 1: of Canterbury too wide, ox eyes in the meads that
• 2:09:54
  Speaker 1: gaze on scarlet poppy heads ablaze ere evening primrose lights
• 2:09:58
  Speaker 1: her lamp a beacon to the garden camp. When lilies
• 2:10:02
  Speaker 1: of the day are done and sunk, the golden western sun,
• 2:10:06
  Speaker 1: fresh pink, casts incense on the air in fluttering garments,
• 2:10:10
  Speaker 1: fringed in rare their cousin from the corn, in blue corn,
• 2:10:15
  Speaker 1: merrygold of golden hue. The fond convolvulus still clings. The
• 2:10:20
  Speaker 1: honeysuckle spreads his wings. The hollyhock is standard high rears
• 2:10:25
  Speaker 1: proudly to the autumn sky. The blazing sunflower black and bold,
• 2:10:29
  Speaker 1: burns yet to when the sunset's gold, That reddening on
• 2:10:33
  Speaker 1: the triton's spear foretells the waning of the year, When
• 2:10:37
  Speaker 1: lilies turn to tigers blaze amid the garden's tangled maize,
• 2:10:42
  Speaker 1: where still in triumph, stiff and gold, the rich chrysynthemums
• 2:10:46
  Speaker 1: unfold ere doth the floral pacheant clothes with one last
• 2:10:51
  Speaker 1: flower a Christmas rose in the poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: From Hella's Homeward, section number twenty five of Renaissance, a
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  Speaker 7: Book of Verse by Walter Crane. This is a LibriVox recording.
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  Speaker 7: All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more
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  Speaker 7: information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox dot org. Read
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  Speaker 7: for LibriVox dot org by April six zero nine zero California,
• 2:11:28
  Speaker 7: United States of America. From hellas homeward, from sea to
• 2:11:33
  Speaker 7: c or steamer glides the Adriatic labs, her sides, her engines,
• 2:11:39
  Speaker 7: deep pulseating beat, a throbbing heart of fire and heat.
• 2:11:43
  Speaker 7: It's freight to human hearts to bear with good and
• 2:11:46
  Speaker 7: ill as timed off ware, still changeful as the changing
• 2:11:50
  Speaker 7: seas beneath the wayward winds increase, or like the bird
• 2:11:54
  Speaker 7: that eastward flies, our thoughts fare backwards with our eyes
• 2:11:59
  Speaker 7: which still Bluigean holds round Grecian aisles, its cincture folds,
• 2:12:04
  Speaker 7: where on sunnium falls the light and carves anew, the
• 2:12:08
  Speaker 7: columns white, where the gulf of Naplia fills the sculptured
• 2:12:12
  Speaker 7: sides of Argo's hills, and through their gates thrown back
• 2:12:15
  Speaker 7: to show fair gardens, rich and trees a row. Where
• 2:12:20
  Speaker 7: yet in waking dreams one sees the apples of Hesperides,
• 2:12:24
  Speaker 7: with but the gleaming scales between of water in the
• 2:12:27
  Speaker 7: sunsets sheen past the twinkling lights that show like stars
• 2:12:32
  Speaker 7: to mock celestial glow and light us back to antique ground,
• 2:12:37
  Speaker 7: to Tyrann's buried rooms found, and Agamenin's house of old
• 2:12:41
  Speaker 7: with treasures of Mycan's gold, where stands a lion guarded
• 2:12:45
  Speaker 7: gate to keep the city's shattered state. Among the lonely
• 2:12:49
  Speaker 7: hills forgot of ages long as it were not hill
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  Speaker 7: and dale dissolving glide as the winged wheels swiftly slide,
• 2:12:57
  Speaker 7: But Nemion crags at still, the legendary echoes fill or
• 2:13:02
  Speaker 7: by Krinth's fortress, steep and shattered temple still at keep
• 2:13:06
  Speaker 7: the record of her ancient fame, her glory passed into
• 2:13:09
  Speaker 7: a name. What oracle from Delphi hear? What message from
• 2:13:13
  Speaker 7: Apollo bear speaks no more? The god of light doth
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  Speaker 7: he no word to men in dight? Yea day by
• 2:13:20
  Speaker 7: day his arrow's flight behold, dividing dark and bright, till
• 2:13:23
  Speaker 7: they strike Athena's fanes. Still upon the rock, she rains,
• 2:13:27
  Speaker 7: though alas her house of state empty, is in desolate fair.
• 2:13:31
  Speaker 7: Still he shrine of marble shines, when is the sun
• 2:13:34
  Speaker 7: likened divines with opal lights and shadows blue that well
• 2:13:38
  Speaker 7: nigh build the temple noon which day by day o'erlays
• 2:13:42
  Speaker 7: with gold as in the sun's bright flame of old.
• 2:13:46
  Speaker 7: Many a morn and eve have we watched him rise
• 2:13:49
  Speaker 7: and set at sea, his foaming steeds, with tossing crests,
• 2:13:53
  Speaker 7: turn fire the watery way they breast, where dolphins leaping
• 2:13:56
  Speaker 7: drive this spray before them in their wanton play. What
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  Speaker 7: if the ancient gods no more are seene of men
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  Speaker 7: on sea or shore?
• 2:14:05
  Speaker 4: What if a.
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  Speaker 7: Sterner, creed and cold did drive them from the temple's
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  Speaker 7: fold or pride of rule, or curse of gold, with
• 2:14:12
  Speaker 7: wasting care that makes youth old, do blind men's eyes
• 2:14:16
  Speaker 7: to all save game and beauty? Plead with them in
• 2:14:18
  Speaker 7: vain though greed would all the earth degrade and see
• 2:14:22
  Speaker 7: the world a market made, and drive the peasant from
• 2:14:25
  Speaker 7: his soil, and lay the yoke of hopeless toil upon
• 2:14:27
  Speaker 7: the millions seeking bread, to art and love and beauty dead.
• 2:14:31
  Speaker 7: Not all has gone, while these have hold in some
• 2:14:33
  Speaker 7: true hearts not bought, and soul, though fallen, Aphrodite shrines
• 2:14:37
  Speaker 7: still through the opal wave. She shines or veiled in light,
• 2:14:41
  Speaker 7: doth sail the blue, or breaks the foam in iris hue,
• 2:14:45
  Speaker 7: and still from dangerous rocks is heard the siren song
• 2:14:48
  Speaker 7: of Dessy's speared far wandering from his secret tome in Ithaca,
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  Speaker 7: across the foam. The same stars shine above his head
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  Speaker 7: as watch us on a rocking bed, as turned his
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  Speaker 7: thought to child and wife and homestead, dear and pleasant life,
• 2:15:02
  Speaker 7: so tossing on the houseless seas sweet thoughts of Homer
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  Speaker 7: hearts do please. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 7: the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Roundhu Beyond the Verge by Walter Crane read holibvrox dot
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  Speaker 4: Org by Iswak in Belgium in February twenty seventeen. Beyond
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  Speaker 4: the verge of night, dost sigh to watch the glow
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  Speaker 4: of redning sky while sleep the wordlings wrapped in gray
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  Speaker 4: off mist, and dreams that round them play in semblance
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  Speaker 4: of reality thoughts. Craggy leaf is steep to try that
• 2:15:40
  Speaker 4: wall's the future. Yet Hope's eye doth catch the breaking beacon.
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  Speaker 4: Ray beyond the verge now gleam and glance in gold array,
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  Speaker 4: bright veins on towers that meet half way, like spears
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  Speaker 4: and torches held on high and flashing as the wind
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  Speaker 4: sweeps by the Hairld's fleet of that new day beyond
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  Speaker 4: the verge end of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 4: public domain. Rondeau The Old and New by Walter Crane,
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  Speaker 4: read for Liberfox dot Org by Iswae in Belgium in
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  Speaker 4: February twenty seventeen. The Old and New together meet around
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  Speaker 4: the world, across the street as neighbors, side by side,
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  Speaker 4: that grew as friends of foes, as false or true?
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  Speaker 4: Whose tail the heedless hours repeat two stems entwined to
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  Speaker 4: part and greet from one root springing better, sweet with
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  Speaker 4: flower and fruitage, see to strew the old and new,
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  Speaker 4: Since serpents twined their knowledge, knew the heart of men.
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  Speaker 4: Between the two, with clinging hands and winged feet, his
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  Speaker 4: tends the spot of time's deceit, the party called shield
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  Speaker 4: in view the old Nue end of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 4: is in the party domain.
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  Speaker 1: Rondau Across the Fields by Walter Crane, red for librovox
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  Speaker 1: dot org by Larry Wilson. Across the fields, like swallows fly,
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  Speaker 1: sweet thoughts and sad have days gone by from life's
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  Speaker 1: broad highway turned away? Like children thought and memory play
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  Speaker 1: nor heed time scythe though grasp be high beneath the
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  Speaker 1: blue and shoreless sky. Time is but told when seedlings
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  Speaker 1: dry by Love's like breath, are blown like spray across
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  Speaker 1: the fields. Now comes the scent of fallen hay, the
• 2:17:52
  Speaker 1: flowers bestrew the footworn clay, while summer breathes a passing
• 2:17:57
  Speaker 1: sigh as westward rolls the day gold eye and time
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  Speaker 1: with labor ends his day across the fields. In a poem.
• 2:18:09
  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Rondeau in Love's
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  Speaker 1: Disport by Walter Crane read for Librevox dot Org by
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  Speaker 1: Larry Wilson. In Love's Disport, gay bubbles blown on summer's
• 2:18:29
  Speaker 1: wind's light, freighted flown a child intent upon delight, and
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  Speaker 1: painted spheres would keep in sight, dissolved too soon In
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  Speaker 1: World's unknown lo from the furnace mouth hath grown fair
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  Speaker 1: shapes as frail, with jeweled zone clear globes, which fate
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  Speaker 1: might read aright. In Love's Disport, O frail is fair,
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  Speaker 1: though in the white of flameful heat, with force to
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  Speaker 1: fight art Thou by careless hands cast down or killed
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  Speaker 1: where frozen hearts disown the children born of love and light,
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  Speaker 1: and Love's the sport.
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  Speaker 3: In the poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Ndeau What makes the World by Walter Crane read wolibrivox
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  Speaker 4: dot org by Iswael in Belgium in February two thousand seventeen.
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  Speaker 4: What makes the world for you and I A space
• 2:19:31
  Speaker 4: of lawnless strip of sky, the bread and wine, a fellowshep,
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  Speaker 4: the cup of life for love to sip, a glass
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  Speaker 4: of dreams in hope's blue eye. So let the days
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  Speaker 4: and hours still fly, Let fortune flo out, and fame
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  Speaker 4: deny with feathered heels, shall fancy trip. What makes the
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  Speaker 4: world the wealth that never in the grip of blighting
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  Speaker 4: greed shall heedless sleep when bought and soul, this liberty,
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  Speaker 4: with worth of life and love gone by? What makes
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  Speaker 4: the world? End of poem. This recording is in public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Rondeau Seed Time by Walter Crane readfoliproxs dot org by
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  Speaker 4: Iswae in Belgium in February two thousand and seventeen. The
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  Speaker 4: field is wide broadcast the seed of human hope and
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  Speaker 4: human need as to and fro from end to end.
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  Speaker 4: The thoroughs of the world ye wend its legiant hungry
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  Speaker 4: mouths to feed though lowering o'er the landscape band the
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  Speaker 4: brows of winter, rains descend, and tempest sowings, world winds breed.
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  Speaker 4: The field is wide. Sowing ye shall reap indeed golden
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  Speaker 4: grain or grisly weed, or dragon's teeth, that in the
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  Speaker 4: end perchance in golden ears depend sunward as our path
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  Speaker 4: doth lead. The field is wide. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 4: recording is in the public domain. Rondeau A seat for
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  Speaker 4: three by Walter Crane, reread for Libervrox dot Org by
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  Speaker 4: Iswa in Belgium in February twenty seventeen. A seat for
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  Speaker 4: three where host and guests may side by side, pastouse
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  Speaker 4: or jest, and be their number two or three, with elbow,
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  Speaker 4: room and liberty. What need to wander east or west?
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  Speaker 4: A book for thought, a nook for rest, and meet
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  Speaker 4: for fasting, or for fast in fair and equal parts
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  Speaker 4: to be a seat for three, Then give you pleasant
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  Speaker 4: company for youth or eld, a shady tree, a roof
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  Speaker 4: for council or sequest, a co honor in a homely nest, free,
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  Speaker 4: equal and fraternally a seed for three. End of poem.
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  Speaker 4: This recording is in the public domain. Rondell When time
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  Speaker 4: upon the Wing by Walter Crane, read flibrirox dot org
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  Speaker 4: by Israel in Belgium in February twenty seventeen. When time
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  Speaker 4: upon the wing, a swallow heedless flies. Love birds forget
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  Speaker 4: to sing beneath the loos and skies, for now belated
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  Speaker 4: spring with her last blossom highs. When time upon the
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  Speaker 4: wing a swallow heedless flies. What summer hope shall bring
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  Speaker 4: to wistful dreaming eyes, What faithful forecasts fling before life's
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  Speaker 4: last surprise? When time upon the wing a swallow heedless flies.
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  Speaker 4: End of porm. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: The Book of Hours by Walter Crane read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 7: dot org by April six zero nine zero, California, United
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  Speaker 7: States of America. This Book of Hours, This Book of
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  Speaker 7: Hours love rot with burnished letters gold. Each page with
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  Speaker 7: art and thought and colors manifold his calendar he taught
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  Speaker 7: to youths and virgins cold. This book of ours love
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  Speaker 7: Rot with letters burnished gold. Love's priceless book is bought
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  Speaker 7: with size and tears, untold of votaries who sought his
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  Speaker 7: countenance of old. This Book of Ours love Rot with
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  Speaker 7: letters burnished gold, and of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 7: the public.
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  Speaker 8: Domain triole It by Walter Crane, read for librvoxte by Bruskchuk.
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  Speaker 8: In the Light in the shade, this is time and
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  Speaker 8: Life's measure. With a heart unafraid in the light in
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  Speaker 8: the shade, hope is born and not made, and the
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  Speaker 8: heart finds its treasure in the light in the shade.
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  Speaker 8: This is Time and Life's measure. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 8: recording is in the public domain. At Shelley's Grave by
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  Speaker 8: Walter Crane, read forlibrivox dot org by Bruskchuk, Written in
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  Speaker 8: the Protestant Cemetery, Rome, April eleventh, eighteen seventy two. Tread
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  Speaker 8: softly here where the heart of Shally lies his grave
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  Speaker 8: a garden neath the cypress wood, stirred with the tongues
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  Speaker 8: his spirit understood and spake in deathless song that vivifies
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  Speaker 8: men's souls, made heavy with the sad world's cries still,
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  Speaker 8: where the darkness hides the dragon brood of evil. And
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  Speaker 8: while yet innocent blood is shed, and truth and falsehood
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  Speaker 8: change their dyes. Thy voice is heard above the silent tomb,
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  Speaker 8: and shall be heard until the end of days, while
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  Speaker 8: freedom lives, and whatsoever things are good and lovely still
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  Speaker 8: thy spirit sings, and by thy grave to day fresh
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  Speaker 8: violet's bloom, but on thy head imperishable bays end a poem.
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  Speaker 8: This recording is in the public domain. The Voice of
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  Speaker 8: Spring by Walter Crane read for LibriVox dot Org by Bruskachuk.
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  Speaker 8: I heard the voice of Spring. I saw her look
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  Speaker 8: out of the naked wood, and on the green traced
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  Speaker 8: the frail pattern of her steps, unseen toward Winter's house,
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  Speaker 8: which he this day forsook. There she hath turned the
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  Speaker 8: leaves of time's sad book, seeking the songs well nigh forgotten,
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  Speaker 8: clean by faltering birds in winter's day, dark domain, or
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  Speaker 8: borne by bitter winds that none may brook. Art Thou
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  Speaker 8: so near, and we still all unmeet to give thee welcome,
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  Speaker 8: do with service, clear from dull world, slavery and sordid taint,
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  Speaker 8: the soil and rust of cities spirits faint, Oh, fill
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  Speaker 8: us with new life, and give us cheer whom life's
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  Speaker 8: best gifts art, love and freedom greet end a poem.
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  Speaker 8: This recording is in the public domain. A Day in
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  Speaker 8: Early Spring by Walter Crane, read for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 8: by Bruskchuk. Thou art the bride of light, most glorious
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  Speaker 8: morn issuing to meet thy lord, thy crystal gait, flung
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  Speaker 8: wide by flame winged hours, where he doth wait till
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  Speaker 8: from thy face the ethereal veil be torn, clothed in
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  Speaker 8: white splendor, and thy train upborne by silken handed airs,
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  Speaker 8: in fluttering state, with piping minstrels, joyful in thy fate,
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  Speaker 8: and still before thee herd springs herald horn, Thy silver
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  Speaker 8: feet have touch'd the sparkling grass, where flowers are stars
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  Speaker 8: of light from Heaven's blue dome, dropp'd in the noiseless
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  Speaker 8: night to pave thy floor. So like a splendid vision,
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  Speaker 8: thou dost pass between the pillars of the Sun's bright home.
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  Speaker 8: Drawn in Time's pageant to return no more end a poem.
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  Speaker 8: This recording is in the public domain. A Night in
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  Speaker 8: May by Walter Crane, read for LibriVox dot Org by
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  Speaker 8: Bruskachuk from Eve's lit casement turns reluctant day, a lingering lover,
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  Speaker 8: dreaming of delights unseen unknown, with summer scents and sights
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  Speaker 8: scarce whispered through the modest green of May, who yet
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  Speaker 8: beneath the dusk, would kiss and play with mingled softness
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  Speaker 8: of mysterious lights, with hidden sweets. The silent hour requites
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  Speaker 8: here from the west, he sinks to night away. But
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  Speaker 8: on the still gray eve, what glory breaks a glowing
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  Speaker 8: sphere between the trembling trees, as though the wondering world
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  Speaker 8: returning sees a silvern sun, a softer day that makes ere.
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  Speaker 8: This departs, and his last song doth cease with his
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  Speaker 8: last breath, that night's enchantment takes end of poem. This
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  Speaker 8: recording is in the public domain. Illusions by Walter Crane
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  Speaker 8: read for Librivoux dot Org by Bruskachuk. I stoop to
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  Speaker 8: drink of life's enchanted stream from fair green meads and
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  Speaker 8: flow'ry marge of youth, a thirst for love, for fame,
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  Speaker 8: and sight of truth and dreaming. As I drank, all
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  Speaker 8: life did seem fair, as the pageant of a lover's
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  Speaker 8: dream that hides the grim and sordid world uncouth till
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  Speaker 8: time and change came by. That know not ruth and
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  Speaker 8: grief was left to watch hope's flickering beam. So from
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  Speaker 8: the bitter world I turn'd again to work, to sleep,
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  Speaker 8: But as in sleep I lay truth touch'd me and
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  Speaker 8: hope said to me arise. Whom waking I beheld has
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  Speaker 8: visions vain as dream beguiled. One looks with clouded eyes
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  Speaker 8: upon the breaking morn, nor knows it is the day.
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  Speaker 8: End o poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 9: On the suppression of free speech at Chicago by Walter
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  Speaker 9: Crane read for LibriVox dot Org with stifled voice. Who
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  Speaker 9: crieth from the west, where sinks the ensanguined son of
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  Speaker 9: freedom erst that spread her stainless wings and sheltering nursed
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  Speaker 9: from out all lands, the hunted and oppressed America shrink
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  Speaker 9: not from thy new guest, for liberty was thine, for
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  Speaker 9: best and worst. How should her seed upon thy land
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  Speaker 9: be cursed till her false friends, as traitors stand confessed?
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  Speaker 9: Doth freedom dwell? Where ruthless kings of gain, like stealthy
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  Speaker 9: vampires still on labor feed, still free to toil or
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  Speaker 9: starve on Plenty's plain? Then what of labor's hope? The
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  Speaker 9: will to be equal, fraternal, knowing, want nor greed shrined
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  Speaker 9: in a people's heart when states are free? June eighteen,
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  Speaker 9: eighty six. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 9: public domain. Freedom in America by Walter Crane read for
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  Speaker 9: LibriVox dot org. Where is thy home o freedom? Have
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  Speaker 9: they set thine image up upon a rock to greet
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  Speaker 9: all comers, shaking from their wandering feet the dust of
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  Speaker 9: old world bondage? To forget the tyrannies of fraud and force,
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  Speaker 9: nor fret where men are equal slavesh chain unmeet, nor
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  Speaker 9: bitter bread of discontent. To eat here where all races
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  Speaker 9: of the earth are met America, beneath thy banded flag
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  Speaker 9: of old, It was thy boast that men were free
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  Speaker 9: to think, to speak, to meet, to come and go?
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  Speaker 9: What meaneth then the gibbet and the gag held up
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  Speaker 9: to labor sons who would not see fair freedom but
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  Speaker 9: a mask a hollow show. October seventh, eighteen eighty seven.
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  Speaker 9: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 9: To the Prisoners of Liberty by Walter Crane read for
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  Speaker 9: LibriVox dot org, John Burns and R. B. Cunningham Graham,
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  Speaker 9: who suffered for a brave attempt to maintain the right
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  Speaker 9: of free speech and public meeting in Trafalgar Square? What
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  Speaker 9: robe of honor doth the prison hide? What glory lines
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  Speaker 9: its stony cell and bear that e'rest its tenants forth
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  Speaker 9: in triumph fair bondsmen for freedom and the right denied
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  Speaker 9: by fraud and force, in legal mask that bide alike
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  Speaker 9: on Irish ground or London Square, with violent hands on
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  Speaker 9: those henceforth to bear the crest of battle on the
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  Speaker 9: people's side. What must ye learn the lessons still so late,
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  Speaker 9: that they who suffer for the common good? Stone walls
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  Speaker 9: confine naught, and no chain doth hold blind tyranny whom
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  Speaker 9: these like men withstood, whose tenfold force flings back the
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  Speaker 9: iron gate, whose names upon the reddening morn are scroll'd.
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  Speaker 9: February twenty second, eighteen eighty eight, end of poem. This
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  Speaker 9: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 10: Reminiscent read for LibriVox dot org by Amy Graymore. Through
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  Speaker 10: seas of light above the altal blue across the Adriatics,
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  Speaker 10: sped our ship, her long wake, trailing towards the ocean's lip,
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  Speaker 10: far from the aisles of Greece. In our fond view,
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  Speaker 10: a vision bright that all our thoughts in view, which
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  Speaker 10: from the book of Days may never slip, but in
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  Speaker 10: the golden haze of memory dip and its fresh youth
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  Speaker 10: continually renew it was my fortune late to tread upon
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  Speaker 10: the marble stairs of Athens, sacred steep, to see its
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  Speaker 10: columned gate, and moonlight sleep beneath the shadow of the Parthenon,
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  Speaker 10: fair still in ruin, though well time might weep for
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  Speaker 10: Pallace fallen and her glory gone. And of poem. This
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  Speaker 10: recording is in the public domain. Of Hellas Dead read
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  Speaker 10: for LibriVox dot Org by Amy Graymore mid Recks of
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  Speaker 10: Hellas Dead in marble state, whose relics white and still
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  Speaker 10: Aegean's shore, gold, treasures of kings, arts, precious ore, cast
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  Speaker 10: up by times slow waves to us so late it
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  Speaker 10: reached me then these things to meditate? How fell such
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  Speaker 10: pillowed state? How lost its lore? What palsy touched the hand?
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  Speaker 10: What ate the core of ancient life? Why Hellas met
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  Speaker 10: such fate? And so many thought of nations? Now that
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  Speaker 10: sail upon the wings of commerce and of gold with
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  Speaker 10: new found force, electric iron and steam to yoke fierce
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  Speaker 10: Nature's neck, Shall these avail to save us er our
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  Speaker 10: toil wrung wealth redeem if freedom, fare and justice lose
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  Speaker 10: their hold? And of poem? This recording is in the
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  Speaker 10: public domain.
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  Speaker 1: The Hammersmith Choir by Walter Crane, read for librovox dot
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  Speaker 1: org by Larry Wilson. Sweet voices broke my sleep on
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  Speaker 1: Christmas morn, clear through the moonlit air, their anthem rung
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  Speaker 1: of human hope and fellowship that sung a mass for
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  Speaker 1: souls not dead but yet new born, a herald blast
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  Speaker 1: on Freedom's silver horn at day spring, on the brooding darkness,
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  Speaker 1: flung with tidings of new joy in tuneful tongue, the
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  Speaker 1: marching song of workers, travel worn as one in dreams,
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  Speaker 1: I heard and wondering rose e'en as the shepherd's marveling
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  Speaker 1: of old to hear the angel quirying, and my blood
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  Speaker 1: quickened to catch at last their stirring clothes. And so
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  Speaker 1: my heart took hope and courage good in thought of
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  Speaker 1: days to be in time untold Christmas eighteen eighty eight
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  Speaker 1: in the poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Renaiscence by Walter Crane, read for LibriVox dot org by
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  Speaker 1: Larry Wilson. Art Once an outcast in a wintry land,
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  Speaker 1: far from the sun built house where she was born,
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  Speaker 1: did wander desolate and laughed to scorn by eyeless men
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  Speaker 1: who counted gold like sand. Nor any soul her speech
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  Speaker 1: would understand. A friendless stranger in the city, lorn, toiled,
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  Speaker 1: grimed and blackened with the smoke up, worn of human
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  Speaker 1: sacrifice of brain and hand, then art a weary laid
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  Speaker 1: her down and slept beneath an ancient gate, and dreaming
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  Speaker 1: smiled for hope. Like spring came full of Tiding's good,
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  Speaker 1: and labor huge and free, and brotherhood led her between
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  Speaker 1: them like a little child in time, new born to glad,
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  Speaker 1: new life that leapt in a poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain. End of Renaissance, a book of
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  Speaker 1: verse by Walter Crane