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  Speaker 1: by Sylvester Land. Poems and Songs by Henry Kendall bibliographic note.
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  Speaker 1: Henry Kendall was the first Australian poet to draw his
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  Speaker 1: inspiration from the life, scenery, and traditions of the country
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  Speaker 1: in the beginnings of Australian poetry. The names of two
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  Speaker 1: other men stand with his Adam Lindsay Gordon of English
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  Speaker 1: parentage and education, and Charles Harper born in Australia, a
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  Speaker 1: generation earlier than Kendall. Harper's work, though lacking vitality, shows
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  Speaker 1: fitful gleams of poetic fire, suggestive of greater achievement had
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  Speaker 1: the circumstances of his life been more favorable. Kendall, whose
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  Speaker 1: lot was scarcely more fortunate, is a true singer. His
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  Speaker 1: songs remain and are likely long to remain attractive to
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  Speaker 1: poetry lovers. The poet's grandfather, Thomas Kendall, a Lincolnshire schoolmaster,
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  Speaker 1: met the Reverend Samuel Marston when the latter was in
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  Speaker 1: England seeking assistance for his projected missionary work in New Zealand.
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  Speaker 1: Kendall offered his services to the Church Missionary Society of
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  Speaker 1: London and came out to Sydney in eighteen o nine.
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  Speaker 1: Five years later he was sent to the Bay of
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  Speaker 1: Islands as a lay missionary, holding also the first magistrate's
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  Speaker 1: commission issued for New Zealand. He soon made friends with
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  Speaker 1: the Maurice and learned their language well enough to compile
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  Speaker 1: a primer in pigeon Morerie, A Carol No New Zealand,
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  Speaker 1: or the New Zealander's First Book, which George Howe printed
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  Speaker 1: for Marston at Sydney in eighteen fifteen. In eighteen twenty
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  Speaker 1: Thomas Kendall went to England with some Moorory chiefs, and
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  Speaker 1: while there helped Professor Lee of Cambridge to fix the
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  Speaker 1: Maori language, the outcome of their work being Lee and
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  Speaker 1: Kendall's Grammar and Vocabulary of the Language of New Zealand,
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  Speaker 1: published in the same year. Returning to New Zealand, Kendall
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  Speaker 1: in eighteen twenty three left the Missionary Society and went
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  Speaker 1: with his son Basil to Chile. In eighteen twenty six,
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  Speaker 1: he came back to Australia and for his good work
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  Speaker 1: as a missionary, received from the New South Wales government
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  Speaker 1: a grant of one thousand, two hundred eighty acres at
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  Speaker 1: Ulladulla on the south coast. There he entered the timber
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  Speaker 1: trade and became owner and master of a small vessel
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  Speaker 1: used in the business. About eighteen three thirty two, this
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  Speaker 1: vessel was wrecked near Sydney and all on board, including
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  Speaker 1: the owner, were drowned. Of Basil Kendall's early career little
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  Speaker 1: is known. While in South America he saw service under
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  Speaker 1: Lord Cochrane, the famous tenth Earl of Dundonald, who, after
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  Speaker 1: five brilliant years in the Chilean service, was between eighteen
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  Speaker 1: twenty three and eighteen twenty five fighting on behalf of Brazil.
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  Speaker 1: Basil returns to Australia but disappears from view until eighteen forty.
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  Speaker 1: One day in that year he met a Miss Melinda McNally,
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  Speaker 1: and next day they were married. Soon after they settled
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  Speaker 1: on the Ulladullah grant farming land at Kermington, two miles
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  Speaker 1: from the little town of Milton. There, in a primitive cottage,
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  Speaker 1: Basil had built twin sons. Basil Edward and Henry were
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  Speaker 1: born on eighteenth April eighteen forty one. Five years later,
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  Speaker 1: the family moved to the Clarence River District and settled
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  Speaker 1: near Ourra Bezo. Kendall had practically lost one lung before
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  Speaker 1: his marriage, and failing health made it exceedingly difficult for
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  Speaker 1: him to support his family, to which by this time
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  Speaker 1: three daughters had been added. On the aura, he grew
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  Speaker 1: steadily weaker and died somewhere about eighteen fifty one.
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  Speaker 2: Beso.
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  Speaker 1: Kendall was well educated and had done what he could
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  Speaker 1: to educate his children. After his death, the family was scattered,
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  Speaker 1: and the two boys were sent to a relative on
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  Speaker 1: the south coast. The scenery of this district made a
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  Speaker 1: profound impression upon Henry and is often referred to in
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  Speaker 1: his early poems. In eighteen fifty five, his uncle Joseph
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  Speaker 1: took him as cabin boy in his brig the Plumstead,
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  Speaker 1: for a two year crew in the Pacific, during which
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  Speaker 1: they touched at many of the islands and voyaged as
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  Speaker 1: far north as Yokohama. The beauty of the scenes he
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  Speaker 1: visited lived in the boy's memory, but the rigors of
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  Speaker 1: ship life were so severe that in after years, he
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  Speaker 1: looked back on the voyage with horror. Henry Kendall returned
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  Speaker 1: to Sydney in March eighteen fifty seven and at once
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  Speaker 1: obtained employment in the city and set about making a
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  Speaker 1: home for his mother and sisters. Missus Kendall, granddaughter of
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  Speaker 1: Leonard McNally, a Dublin notable of his day, was a clever,
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  Speaker 1: handsome woman with a strong constitution and a volatile temperament.
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  Speaker 1: Henry was always devoted to her and considered that from
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  Speaker 1: her he inherited whatever talent he possessed. She helped him
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  Speaker 1: in his education and encouraged him to write verse. The
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  Speaker 1: first verses of his known to have been printed were
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  Speaker 1: Oh tell me Ebreezes, signed H. Kendall, which appeared in
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  Speaker 1: the Australian Home Companion and Band of Hope Journal in
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  Speaker 1: eighteen fifty nine. A number of other poems by Kendall
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  Speaker 1: appeared in the same magazine during eighteen sixty and eighteen
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  Speaker 1: sixty one. But in the letter written years afterwards to
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  Speaker 1: mister Sheridan Moore, Kendoll says, my first essay in writing
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  Speaker 1: was sent to the Southern Cross at the same time
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  Speaker 1: you were sub editor. You of course lit your pipe
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  Speaker 1: with it. It was on the subject of the dumb Bar.
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  Speaker 1: After a few more attempts in prose and verse, attempts
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  Speaker 1: only remarkable for there being clever imitations, I hit upon
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  Speaker 1: the right veing and wrote the Curlew Song. Then followed
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  Speaker 1: the crude but sometimes happy verses which made up my
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  Speaker 1: first volume. The verses on the Wreck of the Dumbar,
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  Speaker 1: written at the age of sixteen, were eventually printed in
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  Speaker 1: The Empire in eighteen sixty as the Merchant Ship. Henry Parkes,
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  Speaker 1: the editor of that newspaper, had already welcomed some of
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  Speaker 1: the boy's poems, and in the Empire of the eighth
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  Speaker 1: December eighteen fifty nine, had noticed as just published a
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  Speaker 1: song Silent Tears, the words of which were written by
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  Speaker 1: a young native poet, mister H. Kendall Nap These initials,
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  Speaker 1: which puzzled Parks as well, they might meant no more
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  Speaker 1: than Native Australian poet. Kendall also sent some poems to
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  Speaker 1: the Sydney Morning Herald. There they attracted the attention of
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  Speaker 1: Henry Hollorin, a civil servant and a voluminous amateur writer,
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  Speaker 1: who sought out the poet and tried to help him.
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  Speaker 1: Kendall's mother brought him to mister Sheridan Moore, who had
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  Speaker 1: some reputation as a literary critic. He was greatly interested
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  Speaker 1: in the poems and promised to try to raise money
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  Speaker 1: for their publication. Subscriptions were invited by advertisement in January
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  Speaker 1: eighteen sixty one, but came in so slowly that after
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  Speaker 1: a year's delay Kendall almost despaired of publication. Meanwhile, Moore
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  Speaker 1: had introduced Kendall to James Lino Michael, through whom he
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  Speaker 1: came to know Nicoll, d Stenhouse, doctor Woolley, and others
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  Speaker 1: of the small group of literary men in Sydney. Michael,
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  Speaker 1: a London solicitor, had been a friend of some of
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  Speaker 1: the pre Raphael like groups of artists, and was much
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  Speaker 1: more interested in literature than in law when the lure
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  Speaker 1: of gold brought him to Australia in eighteen fifty three.
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  Speaker 1: Himself a well read man and a writer of very
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  Speaker 1: fair verse, he recognized the decided promise of Kendall's work
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  Speaker 1: and gave him a place in his office. In spite
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  Speaker 1: of their disparity in years, they became friends, and Kendall
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  Speaker 1: undoubtedly derived great benefit from Michael's influence and from the
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  Speaker 1: use of his library. When in eighteen sixty one Michael
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  Speaker 1: left Sydney for Grafton, Kendall either accompanied him or joined
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  Speaker 1: him soon afterwards. He did not, however, stay long at Grafton.
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  Speaker 1: He found employment at Dungog on the Williams River. Afterwards
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  Speaker 1: went to Scombe, where he worked for a month or two,
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  Speaker 1: and then made his way back to Sydney. Restive over
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  Speaker 1: the long delay in publication, and anxious to get a
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  Speaker 1: critical estimate of his work, Kendall in January eighteen sixty
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  Speaker 1: two made copies of some pieces and sent them to
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  Speaker 1: the Cornhill Magazine with a letter pleading for special consideration
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  Speaker 1: on account of the authour's youth and the indifference of
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  Speaker 1: Australia to anything produced in their own country. A reduced
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  Speaker 1: facimile of this interesting letter is printed here in this eText.
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  Speaker 1: The letter has been transcribed and is included at the
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  Speaker 1: end of the section. Thackeray was editor of Cornhill up
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  Speaker 1: to April eighteen sixty two, but may not have seen
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  Speaker 1: this pathetic appeal from the other side of the world.
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  Speaker 1: At any rate, No notice of it was taken by
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  Speaker 1: Cornhill and In July of the same year, Kendell sent
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  Speaker 1: a similar letter with copies of his verses to the Athenaeum.
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  Speaker 1: The editor printed the letter and some of the poems,
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  Speaker 1: with very kindly comments in the issue of twenty seventh
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  Speaker 1: September eighteen sixty two. In October eighteen sixty two, before
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  Speaker 1: this powerful encouragement reached the young writer, Poems and Songs
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  Speaker 1: was published in Sydney by mister J. R. Clark. The
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  Speaker 1: Empire published a favorable review. Further notice of his work
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  Speaker 1: appeared in the Atheneum during the next four years, and
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  Speaker 1: in eighteen sixty six he was generously praised by mister G. B.
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  Speaker 1: Barton in his Poets and Prose Writers of New South Wales. Meanwhile,
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  Speaker 1: in August eighteen sixty three, Kendall was, through Parke's influence,
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  Speaker 1: appointed to a clerkship in the Surveyor General's Department at
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  Speaker 1: one hundred and fifty pounds a year, and three years
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  Speaker 1: later was transferred to the Colonial Secretary's Office at two
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  Speaker 1: hundred pounds a year. During this period he read extensively
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  Speaker 1: and wrote much verse. By eighteen sixty seven he had
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  Speaker 1: so far overcome his natural shyness that he undertook to
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  Speaker 1: deliver a series of lecturers at the Sydney School of Arts.
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  Speaker 1: One of these, on love, courtship and marriage precipitated him
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  Speaker 1: into experience of all three, for he walked home after
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  Speaker 1: the lecture with Miss Charlotte Rutter, daughter of a govern
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  Speaker 1: medical officer, straightway fell in love, and after a brief courtship,
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  Speaker 1: they were married in the following year. The year eighteen
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  Speaker 1: sixty eight was a memorable one for Kendo in other ways.
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  Speaker 1: In April, James Lino Michael was found dead in the
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  Speaker 1: Clarence River, and in June Charles Harper died at EurOMA.
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  Speaker 1: Kendell had a great admiration for Harper's poems and wrote
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  Speaker 1: to him in the spirit of a disciple. They corresponded
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  Speaker 1: for some years, but did not meet until a few
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  Speaker 1: months before the elder poet's death. Kendell describes Harper as
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  Speaker 1: then a noble ruin, scorched and wasted by the fire
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  Speaker 1: of sorrow. In eighteen sixty eight, also a prize was
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  Speaker 1: offered in Melbourne for the best Australian poem, the judge
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  Speaker 1: being Richard hengus Horn, author of Orion. Kendell sent in
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  Speaker 1: three poems and Horn awarded the prize to a Death
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  Speaker 1: in the Bush. In article printed in Melbourne and Sydney newspapers,
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  Speaker 1: he declared that the author was a true poet, and
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  Speaker 1: that had there been three prizes, the second and third
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  Speaker 1: would have gone to Kendall's other poems, The Glen of
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  Speaker 1: Ariwata and Dungog. The result of winning this prize was
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  Speaker 1: that Kendall decided to abandon routine work and try to
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  Speaker 1: earn his living as a writer. He resigned his position
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  Speaker 1: in the Colonial Secretary's Office on the thirty first March
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  Speaker 1: eighteen sixty nine, and shortly afterwards left for Melbourne, where
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  Speaker 1: his wife and daughter soon joined him. Melbourne was then
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  Speaker 1: a center of greater literary activity than Sydney. Neither then, however,
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  Speaker 1: nor for a long time to come, was any number
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  Speaker 1: of people in Australia sufficiently interested in local literature apart
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  Speaker 1: from journalism to warrant the most gifted writer in depending
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  Speaker 1: upon his pen for support. Still, Kendall managed to persuade
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  Speaker 1: mister George Robertson, the principal Australian bookseller of those days,
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  Speaker 1: to undertake the risk of his second book of poems,
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  Speaker 1: Leaves from Australian Forests, which was published towards the end
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  Speaker 1: of eighteen sixty nine. But though the volume showed a
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  Speaker 1: great advance in quality upon its predecessor, it was a
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  Speaker 1: commercial failure and the publisher lost ninety pounds over it.
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  Speaker 1: In Melbourne, Kendall wrote prose as well as satirical and
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  Speaker 1: serious verse. For most of the papers, the payment was small.
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  Speaker 1: In fact, only a few newspapers then paid anything for verse.
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  Speaker 1: He made a little money by writing the words for
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  Speaker 1: a Cantanta uturpe Son at the opening of the Melbourne
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  Speaker 1: Town Hall in eighteen seventy. At the office of the
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  Speaker 1: Colonial Monthly, edited by Marcus Clark, he met the best
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  Speaker 1: of the Melbourne literati, and though his reserved manner did
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  Speaker 1: not encourage intimacy, one of them, George Gordon McRae, became
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  Speaker 1: a close and true friend. Lindsay Gordon, too, admired Kendell's
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  Speaker 1: poems and learned to respect a man whose disposition was
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  Speaker 1: in some ways like his own. Bush Ballads and Galloping
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  Speaker 1: Rhymes appeared in June eighteen seventy, and Kendoll received an
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  Speaker 1: advance copy and wrote a laudatory review for The Australasia
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  Speaker 1: He and Gordon spent some hours on the day of
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  Speaker 1: publication discussing the book and poetry in general. Both were
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  Speaker 1: depressed by the apparent futility of literary effort in Australia,
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  Speaker 1: where nearly everyone was making haste to be rich. Next morning,
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  Speaker 1: Gordon shot himself, tired of life. At thirty seven. Kendo
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  Speaker 1: knew how Harper's last long illness had been saddened by
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  Speaker 1: the knowledge that the public was utterly indifferent to his poems.
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  Speaker 1: He has seen the wreck of the once brilliant Denighi,
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  Speaker 1: and now the noble hearted Gordon had given up the
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  Speaker 1: struggle to these depressing influences and the hardships occasioned by
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  Speaker 1: a meager and uncertain income. Was added a new grief,
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  Speaker 1: the loss of his first born Ereloon, whose memory he
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  Speaker 1: enshrined years afterwards in the poem of Pathetic Tenderness. He
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  Speaker 1: returned to Sydney early in eighteen seventy one, broken in
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  Speaker 1: health and spirit. The next two years were a time
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  Speaker 1: of tribulation, during which, as he said later on, he
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  Speaker 1: passed into the shadow and emerged only through the devotion
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  Speaker 1: of his wife and the help of the brothers Fagin, Timber,
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  Speaker 1: merchants of Brisbane Water. Kendoll was Fagin's guest at Narrara
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  Speaker 1: Creek near Gosford, and afterwards filled a clerical position in
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  Speaker 1: the business which one of the brothers established at camden Haven.
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  Speaker 1: There he spent seven tranquil years with his wife and family,
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  Speaker 1: and wrote the best of his poems. In some of
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  Speaker 1: these he said all that need be said against himself,
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  Speaker 1: for he was always frankly critical of his conduct and work.
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  Speaker 1: In his later years Kendo tasted some of the suites
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  Speaker 1: of success. He wrote the words of the opening Cantanta
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  Speaker 1: sung at the Sydney International Exhibition in eighteen seventy nine,
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  Speaker 1: and won a prize of one hundred pounds offered by
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  Speaker 1: the Sydney Morning Herald for a poem on the exhibition.
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  Speaker 1: His third collection, Songs from the Mountains, was published at
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  Speaker 1: Sydney in eighteen eighty and realized a substantial prophet. In
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  Speaker 1: eighteen eighty one, Sir Henry Parkes made a position for
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  Speaker 1: him and inspectorship of state forests at five hundred pounds
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  Speaker 1: a year. Kendoll's experience in the timber business well fitted
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  Speaker 1: him for this, though his health was not equal to
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  Speaker 1: the exposure attendant on the work. He moved to Kundal
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  Speaker 1: Town on the Manning River before receiving the appointment, and
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  Speaker 1: from that center rode out on long tours of inspection.
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  Speaker 1: During one of these he caught a chill. His lungs
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  Speaker 1: were affected and rapid consumption followed. He went to Sydney
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  Speaker 1: for treatment and was joined by his wife at mister
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  Speaker 1: Fagin's house in Redfern, where he died in her arms
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  Speaker 1: on the first August eighteen eighty two. He was buried
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  Speaker 1: at Waverley, overlooking the sea. Kendall, it should be remembered,
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  Speaker 1: did not prepare a collected edition of his poems, and
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  Speaker 1: it will be noticed that in the present volume some
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  Speaker 1: lines and passages appear more than once. The student and
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  Speaker 1: lover of Kendall will be interested to see how these
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  Speaker 1: lines and passages were taken from his own previous work
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  Speaker 1: and turned to better account in later poems, and to
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  Speaker 1: note the gradual improvement of his style. In his last book,
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  Speaker 1: Songs from the Mountains, there are fewer echoes, the touch
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  Speaker 1: is shorer, and the imaginative level at its highest. The
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  Speaker 1: shining wonder is that under the conditions of Australian life,
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  Speaker 1: between eighteen sixty and eighteen eighty. He should have written
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  Speaker 1: so much that is so good as our first sweet
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  Speaker 1: singer of native wood notes. Wilde Kendo has an enduring
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  Speaker 1: place in regard of all Australians, and his best work
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  Speaker 1: is known and admired wherever English poetry is read. Bertrand Stephens.
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  Speaker 1: This is the transcription of the letter previously mentioned, Newtown, Sydney,
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  Speaker 1: New South Wales, January twenty first, eighteen sixty two, to
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  Speaker 1: the the editor of the Cornhill Magazine, Sir, will you
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  Speaker 1: oblige me by reading this letter and accompanying verses? Remember
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  Speaker 1: that they will have traveled sixteen thousand miles, and on
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  Speaker 1: that account will be surely worth a few moments of
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  Speaker 1: your time. I think that there is merit in the verses,
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  Speaker 1: and have sent them to you, hoping that you yourself will
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  Speaker 1: be of the same opinion. If one can be selected,
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  Speaker 1: one up to the standard of the Cornhill Magazine, insert
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  Speaker 1: it and you will be helping me practically. I do
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  Speaker 1: not hint of pecuniary remuneration, however, for your recognition would
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  Speaker 1: be sufficient reward. Let me say a few words about myself.
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  Speaker 1: I was born in this colony and am now in
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  Speaker 1: the nineteenth year of my age, my education has been neglected.
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  Speaker 1: Hence you will very likely find that some of these
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  Speaker 1: effusions are immature. At present, the most of my time
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  Speaker 1: is occupied at an attorney's office, but I do not
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  Speaker 1: earn enough there to cover expenses. Considering that I have
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  Speaker 1: to support my mother and three sisters, I want to rise,
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  Speaker 1: and if my poems are anywhere near the mark, you
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  Speaker 1: can assist me by noticing them. They recognize me in
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  Speaker 1: this country as the first Australian poet. If the men
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  Speaker 1: who load me with their folsome foolish praises really believed
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  Speaker 1: that I have talent crossed out in my talents and
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  Speaker 1: cared a wit about fostering a native literature, they would
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  Speaker 1: give me a good situation and I should not have
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  Speaker 1: to appeal to you. If one of the poems is
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  Speaker 1: found to be good enough and you publish it, someone
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  Speaker 1: here will then surely do the rest. On the other hand,
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  Speaker 1: if nothing can be gleamed from them, let the effusions
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  Speaker 1: and their author be forgotten, Hoping that you will not
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  Speaker 1: forget to read the verses. I remain yours, respectfully. H. Kendall.
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  Speaker 1: End of bibliographic note, recording by Sylvester Land, Anaheim, California.
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  Speaker 3: The Mews of Australia by Henry Kendall, read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 3: dot Org by Debkay, Where the pines with the eagles
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  Speaker 3: are nestled in rifts, and the torrent leaps down to
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  Speaker 3: the surges. I have followed her clambering over the cliffs,
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  Speaker 3: by the chasms and moon haunted vergis. I know she
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  Speaker 3: is fair as the angels are fair? For have I
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  Speaker 3: not caught a faint glimpse of her? There? A glimpse
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  Speaker 3: of her face and her glittering hair, and a hand
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  Speaker 3: with the harp of Australia. I never can reach you
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  Speaker 3: to hear the sweet voice, so full with the music
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  Speaker 3: of fountains. Oh, when will you meet with that soul
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  Speaker 3: of your choice who will lead you down here from
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  Speaker 3: the mountains? A lear bird lit on a shimmering space.
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  Speaker 3: It dazzled mine enes and I turned from the place
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  Speaker 3: and wept in the dark for a glorious face and
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  Speaker 3: a hand with the harp of Australia. End of poem.
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  Speaker 3: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Mountains by Henry Kendall, redf LibriVox dot Org by Larry
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  Speaker 4: Wilson rifted mountains clad with forest, girded round by gleaming pines,
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  Speaker 4: where the morning, like an angel robed in golden splendor, shines.
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  Speaker 4: Shimmering mountains throwing downward on the slopes of Maisy Glare,
• 23:34
  Speaker 4: where the noonday glory sails through gulfs of calm and
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  Speaker 4: glittering air. Stately mountains, high and hoary, piled with blocks
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  Speaker 4: of amber cloud, where the fading twilight lingers, where the
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  Speaker 4: winds are wailing loud, grand old mountains, over beetling, brawling
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  Speaker 4: brooks and deep ravines, where the moonshine, pale and mournful
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  Speaker 4: flows on rocks and ever underneath these regal ridges, underneath
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  Speaker 4: the gnarly trees. I am sitting lonely hearted, listening to
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  Speaker 4: a lonely breeze, sitting by an ancient casement, casting many
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  Speaker 4: a longing look out across the lazy gloaming out beyond
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  Speaker 4: the brawling brook over pathways leading skyward over crag and
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  Speaker 4: swelling cone, past long hillocks, looking like two waves of
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  Speaker 4: ocean turned to stone. Yearning for a bliss unworldly, yearning
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  Speaker 4: for a brighter change, yearning for the mystic aden built
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  Speaker 4: beyond this mountain range. Happy years among these valleys. Happy
• 24:43
  Speaker 4: years have come and gone, and my youthful hopes and
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  Speaker 4: friendships withered with them, one by one, days and moments
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  Speaker 4: bearing onward many a bright and beauteous stream, all have
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  Speaker 4: passed me, like to sun streaks flying down a distant stream.
• 25:01
  Speaker 4: Oh the love returned by loved ones, Oh the faces
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  Speaker 4: that I knew, Oh the wrecks of fond affection, Oh
• 25:09
  Speaker 4: the heart so warm and true. But their voices I remember,
• 25:15
  Speaker 4: and something lingers still, like a dying echo, roaming sadly round.
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  Speaker 2: Afar off hill.
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  Speaker 4: I would sojourn here, contented tranquil as of yore, and
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  Speaker 4: would never wish to clamber seeking for an unknown shore.
• 25:30
  Speaker 4: I have dwelt within this cottage twenty summers, and mine
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  Speaker 4: eyes never wandered ere while round in search of undiscovered skies.
• 25:39
  Speaker 4: But a spirit sits beside me, veiled in robes of
• 25:42
  Speaker 4: dazzling white, and a dear one's whisper wakens with the
• 25:46
  Speaker 4: symphonies of night, and a low, sad music cometh borne
• 25:51
  Speaker 4: along on windy wings, like a strain familiar rising from
• 25:55
  Speaker 4: a maze of slumbering springs. And the spirit by window
• 26:00
  Speaker 4: speaketh to my restless soul, telling of the clime she
• 26:04
  Speaker 4: came from, where the silent moments roll, telling of the
• 26:08
  Speaker 4: born and mysterious, Where the sunny summers flee cliffs and
• 26:12
  Speaker 4: coasts by man and trodden, ridging round a shipless sea.
• 26:17
  Speaker 4: There the years of yore are blooming. There, departed life
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  Speaker 4: dreams dwell there, the face's being with gladness that I
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  Speaker 4: loved in youth, so well There the songs of childhood
• 26:30
  Speaker 4: travel over wave worn steep and strand, over dale and upland,
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  Speaker 4: stretching out beyond this mountain land lovely being. Can mortal,
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  Speaker 4: weary of these changeless scene, cross these cloudy summers, to
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  Speaker 4: the land where man has never been? Can he find
• 26:47
  Speaker 4: a pathway leading through that wilding mass of pines, so
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  Speaker 4: that he shall reach the country where ethereal glory shines,
• 26:54
  Speaker 4: So that he may glance at waters never dark, with
• 26:57
  Speaker 4: coming ships, hearing round him, language floating from angelic lips,
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  Speaker 4: casting off his earthly fetters, living there forevermore, all the
• 27:07
  Speaker 4: blooms of beauty near him, gleaming on.
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  Speaker 2: That quiet shore.
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  Speaker 4: Ere you quit this ancient casement, Tell me, is it
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  Speaker 4: well to yearn for the evanescent visions, vanished, never to return.
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  Speaker 4: Is it well that I should wish to leave this
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  Speaker 4: dreary world behind, seeking for your fair utopia, which, perchance
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  Speaker 4: I may not find? Passing through a gloomy forest, scaling
• 27:34
  Speaker 4: steeps like prison walls, where the scanty sunshine wavers and
• 27:38
  Speaker 4: the moonlight seldom falls. Oh, the feelings reawakened, Oh the
• 27:44
  Speaker 4: hopes of loftier range. Is it well, thou friendly being
• 27:49
  Speaker 4: well to wish for such a change? But the spirit
• 27:53
  Speaker 4: answers nothing, and the dazzling mantle fades, and a wailing
• 27:58
  Speaker 4: whisper wanders out from the dismal seaside shades lo The
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  Speaker 4: trees are moaning loudly underneath their hoodlike shrouds, and the
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  Speaker 4: arch above us darkens, scarred with ragged thunderclouds. But the
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  Speaker 4: spirit answers nothing, and I linger all alone, gazing through
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  Speaker 4: the moony vapors, where the lovely dream is flown, and
• 28:24
  Speaker 4: my heart is beating sadly, and the music waxeth feinate,
• 28:29
  Speaker 4: sailing up to holy Heaven like the anthems of a
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  Speaker 4: saint end of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Chiama by Henry Kendall read for LibriVox dot Org by Debkay.
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  Speaker 3: Towards the hills of Jambaroo, some few fantastic shadows haste
• 28:56
  Speaker 3: uplet with fires like castle spires, outshining through a mirage
• 28:59
  Speaker 3: waste behold. A mournful glory sits on feathered ferns and
• 29:03
  Speaker 3: woven brakes, where sobbing wild like restless child. The gusty
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  Speaker 3: breeze of evening wakes methinks I hear on every breath
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  Speaker 3: a lofty tone go passing by, that whispers weave through
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  Speaker 3: wood winds, grieve the fadeless blooms of posey. A spirit
• 29:19
  Speaker 3: hand has been abroad, an evil hand to pluck the flowers.
• 29:23
  Speaker 3: A world of wealth and blooming health has gone from
• 29:26
  Speaker 3: fragrant seaside bowers. The twilight waxeth dim and dark. The
• 29:30
  Speaker 3: sad waves mutter sounds of woe, but evergreen retains its sheen,
• 29:34
  Speaker 3: and happy hearts exists below. But pleasure sparkles on the
• 29:38
  Speaker 3: sward and voices utter words of bliss. And while my
• 29:41
  Speaker 3: bride sits by my side, A where's the scene? Surpassing
• 29:45
  Speaker 3: this Chiama slumbers robed with mist, all glittering in the
• 29:49
  Speaker 3: dewy light that brooding o'er. The shingly shore lies resting
• 29:54
  Speaker 3: in the arms of night and foam, flucked crags with
• 29:57
  Speaker 3: surges chill, and rocks embraced of cold lips spray are
• 30:01
  Speaker 3: moaning loud, where billows crowd in angry numbers up the bay.
• 30:04
  Speaker 3: The holy stars come looking down on windy heights and
• 30:07
  Speaker 3: swarthy strand, and life and love. The cliffs above are
• 30:11
  Speaker 3: sitting fondly hand in hand. I hear a music inwardly
• 30:15
  Speaker 3: that floods my soul with thoughts of joy. Within my
• 30:18
  Speaker 3: heart's emotions start that time may still but narrow destroy.
• 30:22
  Speaker 3: An ancient spring revives itself, and days which made the
• 30:26
  Speaker 3: past divine and rich, warm gleams from golden dreams, all
• 30:29
  Speaker 3: glorious in their summer shine, and songs of half forgotten hours,
• 30:34
  Speaker 3: and many a sweet, melodious strain which still shall rise
• 30:37
  Speaker 3: beneath the skies when all things else have died again.
• 30:41
  Speaker 3: A white sail glimmers out at sea, a vessel walking
• 30:44
  Speaker 3: in or sleep. Some power goes past that blends the mast,
• 30:48
  Speaker 3: while frightened waves to leeward leap the moonshine veils the
• 30:51
  Speaker 3: naked sand, and ripples upward with the tide as underground,
• 30:55
  Speaker 3: there rolls a sound from where the caverned waters glide.
• 30:59
  Speaker 3: A face that bears affections glow, the soul that speaks
• 31:02
  Speaker 3: from gentle eyes, and joy which slips from loving lips
• 31:05
  Speaker 3: have made this spot my paradise. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 3: recording is in the public domain. Ethelene by Henry Kendall
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  Speaker 3: read for LibriVox dot Org by Debcay. The heart that
• 31:25
  Speaker 3: once was rich with light and happy in your grace,
• 31:28
  Speaker 3: now lieth cold beneath the scorn that gathers on your face.
• 31:32
  Speaker 3: And every joy it knew before, and every templed dream,
• 31:36
  Speaker 3: is paler than the dying flash on yonder mountain stream.
• 31:40
  Speaker 3: The soul regretting foundered bliss amid the wreck of years,
• 31:44
  Speaker 3: hath mourned it with intensity too deep for human tears.
• 31:48
  Speaker 3: The forest fadeth underneath the blast that rushes by. The
• 31:52
  Speaker 3: dripping leaves are white with death, but love will never die.
• 31:56
  Speaker 3: We both have seen the starry moss that clings where
• 31:58
  Speaker 3: ruined rains, and one must know his lonely breast affection
• 32:03
  Speaker 3: still retains through all the sweetest hopes of life that
• 32:07
  Speaker 3: clustered round and round, are lying now like withered things
• 32:11
  Speaker 3: forsaken on the ground. Tis hard to think of what
• 32:15
  Speaker 3: we were and what we might have been. Had not
• 32:18
  Speaker 3: an evil spirit crept across the tranquil scene, had fervent
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  Speaker 3: feelings in your soul not failed nor ceased to shine
• 32:25
  Speaker 3: as pure as those existing on and burning still in mine.
• 32:29
  Speaker 3: Had every treasure at your feet that I was wont
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  Speaker 3: to pour been never thrown like worthless sweds upon a
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  Speaker 3: barren shore. The bitter end of grief has passed. I
• 32:40
  Speaker 3: would not know upbraid or count to you the broken
• 32:43
  Speaker 3: vows so often idly made. I would not cross your
• 32:47
  Speaker 3: path to chase the falsehood from your brow. I know,
• 32:50
  Speaker 3: with all that borrowed light, you are not happy now,
• 32:54
  Speaker 3: since those that once have trampled down affections every claim
• 32:57
  Speaker 3: have lost a peace they need not hope to find
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  Speaker 3: on earth again. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 3: the public domain. I Lean by Henry Kendall read for
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  Speaker 3: LibriVox dot Org by Debcay. A splendid sun betwixt the trees,
• 33:20
  Speaker 3: long spikes of flame did shoot. When turning to the
• 33:23
  Speaker 3: fragrant south, with longing eyes and burning mouth, I stretched
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  Speaker 3: a hand athwart the drought and plucked at cooling fruit.
• 33:31
  Speaker 3: So thirst was quenched, and hastening on with strength returned
• 33:35
  Speaker 3: to me. I set my face against the noon, and
• 33:38
  Speaker 3: reached a denser forest soon, which dipped into a still lagoon,
• 33:43
  Speaker 3: hard by the assuming sea. All day the ocean beat
• 33:46
  Speaker 3: on bar and bank of gleaming sand. Yet that lone
• 33:49
  Speaker 3: pool was always mild. It never moved when waves were wild,
• 33:53
  Speaker 3: but slumbered like a quiet child upon the lap of land.
• 33:57
  Speaker 3: And when I rested on the brink amongst the fallen flowers,
• 34:01
  Speaker 3: I lay in calm. No leaves were stirred by breath
• 34:03
  Speaker 3: of wind or wing of bird. It was so still
• 34:06
  Speaker 3: you might have heard the footfalls of the hours. Faint
• 34:10
  Speaker 3: slumbrous scents of roses filled the air which covered me.
• 34:13
  Speaker 3: My words were low. She loved them so, and eat
• 34:16
  Speaker 3: in veils such odors blow. How strange it is the
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  Speaker 3: roses grow so near the shores of sea. A sweeter
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  Speaker 3: fragrance never came across the fields of yore. And when
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  Speaker 3: I said we here would dwell, a low voice on
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  Speaker 3: the silence fell.
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  Speaker 5: Ah.
• 34:31
  Speaker 3: If you loved the roses, well, you loved Aileen the
• 34:33
  Speaker 3: more ay that I did. And now would turn and
• 34:36
  Speaker 3: fall and worship her. But oh you dwell so far,
• 34:40
  Speaker 3: so high, one cannot reach, though he may try, the
• 34:43
  Speaker 3: morning land and desper sky, the balmy hills of myrrh.
• 34:47
  Speaker 3: Why vex me with delicious hints of fairest face and
• 34:50
  Speaker 3: rarest blooms, you spirit of a darling dream which links
• 34:53
  Speaker 3: itself with every theme and thought of mind. By surfer
• 34:56
  Speaker 3: stream in glens or cavern glooms, She said, thy wishes
• 35:01
  Speaker 3: led me down from amaranthine bowers. And since my face
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  Speaker 3: was haunting thee with roses dear, which used to be,
• 35:08
  Speaker 3: they all have hither followed me the scents and shapes
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  Speaker 3: of flowers. Then stay mine, oh evangel, stay or going
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  Speaker 3: take me too, But let me sojourn by your side.
• 35:19
  Speaker 3: If here we dwell or there, aby, it it matters not,
• 35:22
  Speaker 3: I madly cried, I only care for you, oh glittering
• 35:26
  Speaker 3: form that would not stay. Oh sudden sighing breeze, a
• 35:30
  Speaker 3: fainting rainbow dropped below far gleaming peaks and walls of snow,
• 35:34
  Speaker 3: And there a weary way I go towards the sun
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  Speaker 3: rise seas end of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 3: public domain. Kouwra by Henry Kendall read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 3: Org by Debcay. The gums in the gully stand gloomy
• 35:56
  Speaker 3: in stark. A torrent beneath him is leaping, and the
• 36:00
  Speaker 3: wind goes about like a ghost in the dark where
• 36:02
  Speaker 3: a chief of Wahibi it lay sleeping. He dreams of
• 36:05
  Speaker 3: a battle of foes of the past, But he hears
• 36:08
  Speaker 3: not the whooping abroad on the blast, nor the fall
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  Speaker 3: of the feet that are traveling fast. Oh why does
• 36:14
  Speaker 3: au slumber? Kouura? They come o'er the hills in their
• 36:18
  Speaker 3: terrible ire, and speed by the woodlands and water. They
• 36:22
  Speaker 3: look down the hills at the flickering fire, all eager
• 36:25
  Speaker 3: and thirsty for slaughter. Lo The stormy moon glares like
• 36:28
  Speaker 3: a torch from the veil, and a voice in the
• 36:30
  Speaker 3: bellah goes wild in its wail, as the cries of
• 36:34
  Speaker 3: the Wanneroo swell the gale. Oh rouse thee and meet
• 36:37
  Speaker 3: them Kuura. He starts from the sleep, and he clutches
• 36:40
  Speaker 3: his spear, and the echoes roll backward in wonder, for
• 36:44
  Speaker 3: a shouting strike into the hollow was near, like the
• 36:47
  Speaker 3: sound of a gathering thunder. He clambers the ridge, with
• 36:50
  Speaker 3: his face to the light, the foes of wi he
• 36:52
  Speaker 3: become full into his sight. The waters of Muki will
• 36:55
  Speaker 3: redden to night go and glory awaits thee Kuura lo yel.
• 37:00
  Speaker 3: Themen's splinter and boomerangs clash, and a spear through the
• 37:03
  Speaker 3: darkness is driven. It whizzes along like a wandering flash
• 37:06
  Speaker 3: from the heart of a hurricane ribbon. They turn to
• 37:09
  Speaker 3: the mountains that gloomy browed band. The rain droppeth down
• 37:13
  Speaker 3: with a moan to the land, and the face of
• 37:15
  Speaker 3: a chieftain lives buried in sand. Oh, the light that
• 37:18
  Speaker 3: was quenched with Kourura. Tomorrow the Wanneroo dogs will rejoice
• 37:23
  Speaker 3: and feast in the dis desolate valley. But where are
• 37:26
  Speaker 3: his brothers, the friends of his choice? And why art
• 37:29
  Speaker 3: thou absent? Iwai? Now silence draws back to the forest again,
• 37:34
  Speaker 3: and the wind like a wayfarer sleeps on the plain.
• 37:36
  Speaker 3: But the cheeks of a warrior bleach in the rain. Oh,
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  Speaker 3: where are they mourners? Koorura? End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 3: is in the public domain.
• 37:52
  Speaker 4: Fainting by the Way by Henry Kendall read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 4: dot Org by Larry wilson swarthy waste lands, wide and woodless,
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  Speaker 4: glittering miles and miles away, where the south wind seldom
• 38:07
  Speaker 4: wanders and the winters will not stay. Lurid waste lands
• 38:12
  Speaker 4: pent in silence, thick with hot and thirsty sighs, where
• 38:15
  Speaker 4: the scanty thorn leaves twinkle with their haggard, hopeless eyes.
• 38:20
  Speaker 4: Furnaced waste lands hunched with hillocks like to stony billows, rolled,
• 38:25
  Speaker 4: where the naked flats lie swirling like a sea.
• 38:29
  Speaker 2: Of darkened gold.
• 38:31
  Speaker 4: Burning waste lands glancing upward with a weird and vacant stare,
• 38:35
  Speaker 4: where the languid heavens quiver or red depths of stirless air. O,
• 38:41
  Speaker 4: my brother, I am weary of this wildering waste of sand.
• 38:46
  Speaker 4: In the noontide we can never travel to the promised land.
• 38:50
  Speaker 4: Lo the desert broadens round us, glaring wildly in my face,
• 38:55
  Speaker 4: with long leagues of sun flame on it. Oh, the barren,
• 38:59
  Speaker 4: barren place, see behind us, gleams a green plot. Shall
• 39:03
  Speaker 4: we thither, turn and rest till a cold wind that
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  Speaker 4: flutters over till the day is down the west. I
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  Speaker 4: would follow, but I cannot.
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  Speaker 2: Brother.
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  Speaker 4: Let me here remain, for the heart is dead within me,
• 39:17
  Speaker 4: and I may not rise again. Wherefore stay to talk
• 39:22
  Speaker 4: of fainting. Rouse thee for a while, my friend evening
• 39:27
  Speaker 4: hurries on our footsteps, and this journey soon will end.
• 39:30
  Speaker 4: Wherefore stay to talk of fainting. When the sun, with
• 39:34
  Speaker 4: sinking fire smites the blocks of broken thunder, blackening yonder
• 39:38
  Speaker 4: craggy spire. Even now, the far off landscape broods and
• 39:43
  Speaker 4: fills with coming change, and a withered moon grows brighter,
• 39:46
  Speaker 4: bending o'er the shadowed range. At the feet of grassy
• 39:50
  Speaker 4: summits sleeps a water, calm and clear. There is surely
• 39:55
  Speaker 4: rest beyond it, Comrade, Wherefore terry here yet a little
• 40:01
  Speaker 4: longer struggle. We have walked a wilder plain and have
• 40:05
  Speaker 4: met more troubles. Trust me than we air shall meet again.
• 40:09
  Speaker 4: Can you think of all the dangers you and I
• 40:12
  Speaker 4: are living through with a soul so weak and fearful,
• 40:15
  Speaker 4: with doubts I never knew? Dost thou not remember that
• 40:19
  Speaker 4: the thorns.
• 40:20
  Speaker 2: Are clustered with the rose, and that every.
• 40:23
  Speaker 4: Zin like border may a pleasant land enclose o Across
• 40:27
  Speaker 4: these sultry deserts, many a fruitful scene will find, and
• 40:31
  Speaker 4: the blooms we gather shall be worth the wounds they
• 40:34
  Speaker 4: leave behind. Ah, my brother, it is useless see or
• 40:39
  Speaker 4: burdened with their load. All the friends who went before
• 40:43
  Speaker 4: us fall our falter by the road. We have come
• 40:47
  Speaker 4: a weary distance, seeking what we may not get, And
• 40:51
  Speaker 4: I think we are but children chasing rainbows through the
• 40:54
  Speaker 4: wet Tell me.
• 40:56
  Speaker 2: Not of vernal valleys? Is it well to hold a reed.
• 40:59
  Speaker 4: Out for drowning men to clutch at in the moments
• 41:02
  Speaker 4: of their need? Go thy journey on without me. It
• 41:07
  Speaker 4: is better I should stay, since my life is like
• 41:09
  Speaker 4: an evening fading, swooning fast away? Where are all the
• 41:16
  Speaker 4: springs you talked of? Have I not, with pleading mouth
• 41:20
  Speaker 4: looked to Heaven through a silence, stifled in the crimson draft?
• 41:25
  Speaker 4: Have I not, with lips unsated, watched to see the
• 41:27
  Speaker 4: fountains burst where I searched the rocks for cisterns, and
• 41:33
  Speaker 4: they only mocked my thirst? Oh, I dreamt of country's fertile,
• 41:38
  Speaker 4: bright with lakes and flashing rills leaping from their shady caverns,
• 41:42
  Speaker 4: streaming round a thousand hills. Leave me, brother, all his fruitless, barren,
• 41:48
  Speaker 4: measureless and dry, and my God will never help me,
• 41:52
  Speaker 4: though I pray.
• 41:53
  Speaker 2: And faint and die up. I tell THEE this is idle.
• 42:00
  Speaker 4: O, thou man of little faith, doubting on the verge
• 42:04
  Speaker 4: of Aidan, turning now to covet to death. By the
• 42:07
  Speaker 4: fervent hopes within me, by the strength which nerves my soul,
• 42:12
  Speaker 4: by the heart that yearns to help thee, we shall
• 42:15
  Speaker 4: live and reach the goal, rise and lean thy weight
• 42:19
  Speaker 4: upon me.
• 42:20
  Speaker 2: Life is fair, and God is just, And He.
• 42:24
  Speaker 4: Yet will show us fountains if we only look and trust.
• 42:28
  Speaker 2: Oh, I know it.
• 42:30
  Speaker 4: And he leads us to the glens of stream and shade,
• 42:33
  Speaker 4: where the low sweet waters gurgle round the banks which
• 42:37
  Speaker 4: cannot fade. Thus he spake my friend and brother, and
• 42:42
  Speaker 4: he took me by the hand, and I think we
• 42:45
  Speaker 4: walked the desert till the night was on the land.
• 42:49
  Speaker 4: Then we came to flowery hollows, where we heard a
• 42:52
  Speaker 4: far off stream singing in the moony twilight, like.
• 42:56
  Speaker 2: The rivers of my dream.
• 42:58
  Speaker 4: And the balmy winds came tripping softly through the pleasant trees,
• 43:02
  Speaker 4: and I thought they bore a murmur, like a voice
• 43:06
  Speaker 4: from sleeping seas. So we traveled, so we reached it,
• 43:11
  Speaker 4: and I never more will part with the peace as
• 43:15
  Speaker 4: calm as sunset folded round my weary heart. End of poem.
• 43:24
  Speaker 4: This recording is in the public domain.
• 43:31
  Speaker 6: Song of the Cattle Hunters by Henry Kendall, read for
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  Speaker 6: LibriVox dot Org by Heather James. While the morning light
• 43:40
  Speaker 6: beams on the fer matted streams, and the water pools
• 43:42
  Speaker 6: flash in its glow, down their ridges we fly with
• 43:45
  Speaker 6: a loud, ringing cry. Down the ridges and gullies we go,
• 43:49
  Speaker 6: and the cattle we hunt. They are racing in front
• 43:52
  Speaker 6: with a roar, like the thunder of waves. As the
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  Speaker 6: beat and the beat of our swift horses feet start
• 43:57
  Speaker 6: the echoes away from their caves. As the beat and
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  Speaker 6: the beat of our swift horses feet stirred the echoes
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  Speaker 6: away from their caves like a wintery shore, that the
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  Speaker 6: water's right oer, all the lowlands are filling with sound.
• 44:10
  Speaker 6: For swiftly we gain where the herds on the plain,
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  Speaker 6: like a tempest, are tearing the ground, And we'll follow
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  Speaker 6: them hard to the rails of the yard, or the
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  Speaker 6: gulches and mountain tops gray, where the beat and the
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  Speaker 6: beat of our swift horses feet will die with the
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  Speaker 6: echoes away where the beaten, the beat of our swift
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  Speaker 6: horsees feet will die with the echoes away. End of poem.
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  Speaker 6: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Footfalls by Henry Kendall, read for Libervox dot Org by
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  Speaker 7: Leonard Wilson of Springfield, Ohio. The embers were blinking and
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  Speaker 7: clinking away. The casement, half open, was thrown. There was
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  Speaker 7: nothing but cloud on the skirts of the day. And
• 45:00
  Speaker 7: I sat on the threshold alone, and said to the
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  Speaker 7: river which flowed by my door, with its beautiful face
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  Speaker 7: to the hill, I have waited and waited, all wearied
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  Speaker 7: and sore. But my love is a wanderer still, And
• 45:19
  Speaker 7: said to the wind, as it paused in its flight,
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  Speaker 7: to look through the shivering pane, there are memories, moaning
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  Speaker 7: and homeless to night that can never be tranquil again.
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  Speaker 7: And said to the woods, as their burdens were born,
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  Speaker 7: with a flutter and sigh to the eaves, they are
• 45:40
  Speaker 7: wrinkled and wasted, and a tattered and torn, And we
• 45:45
  Speaker 7: too have our withering leaves. Did I hear a low
• 45:51
  Speaker 7: echo of footfalls about whilst watching those forest trees stark?
• 45:58
  Speaker 7: Or was it a dream that I heard? Worried without
• 46:01
  Speaker 7: to clutch at and grapple the dark in the shadow,
• 46:05
  Speaker 7: I stood for a moment and spake right thing that
• 46:09
  Speaker 7: was loved in the past. Oh am I asleep? Or
• 46:14
  Speaker 7: abroad and awake? And are you so near me at last?
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  Speaker 7: Oh roamor from lands where the vanished years go owaf
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  Speaker 7: from those mystical zones, come here while I long for you,
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  Speaker 7: broken and low on the mosses and watery stones, Come
• 46:36
  Speaker 7: out of your silence and tell me if life is
• 46:39
  Speaker 7: so fair in that world as they say? Was it
• 46:44
  Speaker 7: worth all this yearning and weeping and strife when you
• 46:48
  Speaker 7: left it behind you?
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  Speaker 2: Today?
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  Speaker 7: Will it end all this watching and doubting and dread?
• 46:57
  Speaker 7: Do these sorrows die out with our will? They pass
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  Speaker 7: from our souls like a nightmare? I said, while we
• 47:07
  Speaker 7: glide through the mazes of death. Come out of that
• 47:12
  Speaker 7: darkness and teach me the lore you have learned since
• 47:16
  Speaker 7: I looked on your face, by the summers that blossomed
• 47:20
  Speaker 7: and faded of your by the lights which have fled
• 47:24
  Speaker 7: to that place. You answer me not when I know
• 47:28
  Speaker 7: that you could. When I know that you could, and
• 47:31
  Speaker 7: you should. Though the storms be abroad on the wave,
• 47:36
  Speaker 7: though the rain droppeth down with a wail to the wood,
• 47:41
  Speaker 7: and my heart is as cold as your grave. And
• 47:49
  Speaker 7: the poem this recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: God Help our men at see by Henry Kendall read
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  Speaker 4: for Librevox dot Org by Larry Wilson. The wild night
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  Speaker 4: comes like an.
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  Speaker 2: Owl to its lair. The black clouds follow.
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  Speaker 4: Fast, and the sun gleams die, and the lightnings glare,
• 48:17
  Speaker 4: and the ships go heaving past, past, past, The ships
• 48:21
  Speaker 4: go heaving past, bar the doors and higher, higher pile
• 48:26
  Speaker 4: the faggots on the fire, now broad by many a light.
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  Speaker 4: Empty seats. There are to night, empty seats that none
• 48:33
  Speaker 4: may fill. For the storm grows louder still, how it
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  Speaker 4: surges and swells through the gorges and dells, under the ledges,
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  Speaker 4: and over the lee, where a watery sound goeth moaning around.
• 48:47
  Speaker 4: God help our men at sea. Oh, never a tempest
• 48:51
  Speaker 4: blue on the shore, but that some hearted did moan
• 48:55
  Speaker 4: for darling voice it would hear no more, And a
• 48:59
  Speaker 4: face that had left it lone, lone, lone, a face
• 49:05
  Speaker 4: that had left it lone. I am watching by a pain,
• 49:09
  Speaker 4: darkened with the gusty rain, watching through a mist of tears,
• 49:14
  Speaker 4: sad with thoughts of other years for a brother I
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  Speaker 4: did miss in a stormy time like this. Ah, the
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  Speaker 4: torrent howls pass like a fiend on the blast, under
• 49:26
  Speaker 4: the ledges, and over the lee, and the pent waters
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  Speaker 4: gleam and the wild surges.
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  Speaker 2: Scream God, help our men at sea, Oh Lord.
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  Speaker 4: They may grope through the dark to find Thy hand
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  Speaker 4: within the gale, and cries may rise on the wings
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  Speaker 4: of the wind for mariner's weary, pale, pale, pale from
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  Speaker 4: mariners weary and pale. Tis a fearful thing to know,
• 49:54
  Speaker 4: while the storm winds loudly blow, that a man can
• 49:57
  Speaker 4: sometimes come too near to his father's home, so that
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  Speaker 4: he shall kneel and say.
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  Speaker 2: Lord, I would be far away.
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  Speaker 4: Oh, the hurricanes wore around a dangerous shore, under the
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  Speaker 4: ledges and over the lee, And there twinkles alight on
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  Speaker 4: the billows of white. God help our men at sea
• 50:21
  Speaker 4: in the poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Sitting by the Fire by Henry Kendall, recorded for Liprivox
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  Speaker 5: dot Ball by Jude barren Age and Withered World. Oh,
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  Speaker 5: the dying leaves like a drizzling rain falling round the roof,
• 50:48
  Speaker 5: pattering on the pane fross the age and cold, cold world.
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  Speaker 5: Ghosts of other days trooping past the faded flit before
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  Speaker 5: the gaze. Now the wind goes sowing wild o'er the
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  Speaker 5: whistling earth, and we front a feeble flame, sitting round
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  Speaker 5: the hearth, sitting by the fire, watching in its glow,
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  Speaker 5: Ghosts of other days, trooping to and fro Oh the nights,
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  Speaker 5: the nights we've spent, sitting by the fire, cheerful in
• 51:30
  Speaker 5: its glow, twenty Summer's Back, Twenty years ago. If the
• 51:37
  Speaker 5: days were days of toil, wherefore should we mourn? There
• 51:42
  Speaker 5: were shadows near the shine, flowers with the thorn, And
• 51:48
  Speaker 5: we still can recollect evenings spent in mirth, fragments of
• 51:54
  Speaker 5: a broken life. Sitting round the hearth, sitting by the fire,
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  Speaker 5: cheerful in its glow. Twenty Summer's Back. Twenty years ago,
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  Speaker 5: Beauty stooped to bless us. What's sitting by the fire?
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  Speaker 5: Happy in its glow? Forty Summer's Back. Forty years ago,
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  Speaker 5: words of love were interchanged, Maiden hearts we stole, and
• 52:24
  Speaker 5: the light affection throws slept on every soul. Oh, the
• 52:30
  Speaker 5: hours went flying past, hours of priceless worth, but we
• 52:36
  Speaker 5: took no note of time. Sitting round the hearth, sitting
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  Speaker 5: by the fire, happy in its glow, haughty summer's back
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  Speaker 5: forty years ago. Glease, some children were we not, sitting
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  Speaker 5: by the fire, woody in its glow sixty summers back
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  Speaker 5: the years ago. Laughing voices filled the room. Oh the
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  Speaker 5: songs we sung when the evenings hurried by, when our
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  Speaker 5: hearts were young. Pleasant faces watched the flame, eyes illumed
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  Speaker 5: with mirth, and we told some merry tales. Sitting round
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  Speaker 5: the hearth, sitting by the fire, ruddy in its glow,
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  Speaker 5: sixty summers back sixty years ago, barren age and withered world. Oh,
• 53:36
  Speaker 5: the dying leaves like a drizzling rain falling round the roof,
• 53:42
  Speaker 5: pattering on the pane. Frosty age and cold, cold world.
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  Speaker 5: Ghosts of other days trooping past the faded fire, flit
• 53:54
  Speaker 5: before the gaze. Now the wind goes sewing wild, Oh
• 53:59
  Speaker 5: the whistling earth, and we front a feeble flame. Sitting
• 54:05
  Speaker 5: round the hearth, sitting by the fire, watching in its glow.
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  Speaker 5: Ghosts of other days trooping to and fro End of poem.
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  Speaker 5: This recording is in the public domain.
• 54:27
  Speaker 6: Belambie's Maid by Harry Kendall read forlibrivox dot Org by
• 54:31
  Speaker 6: Heather James. Amongst the thunder splintered caves on ocean's long
• 54:36
  Speaker 6: and windy shore, I catch the voice of dying waves.
• 54:40
  Speaker 6: Below the ridges old and horror. The spray descends in
• 54:44
  Speaker 6: silver showers, and lovely whispers come and go like echoes
• 54:49
  Speaker 6: from the happy hours. I never more may hope to know.
• 54:53
  Speaker 6: The low Mimosa droops with locks of yellow hair in
• 54:57
  Speaker 6: dewy glade, while far above the caverned rocks, I hear
• 55:01
  Speaker 6: the dark balambies Maid. The moonlight dreams upon the sail
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  Speaker 6: that drives the restless ship, to see the clouds troop
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  Speaker 6: past the mountain vale and sink like spirits down the lee.
• 55:16
  Speaker 6: The foggy peak of cormaul uplifted, bears a pallid glow
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  Speaker 6: that streams from yonder airy hall and robes the sleeping
• 55:25
  Speaker 6: hills below, the wandering meteors of the sky, beneath the
• 55:29
  Speaker 6: distant waters waded, while mystic music hurries by the songs
• 55:35
  Speaker 6: of dark Blambies Maid, Why comes your voice, you lonely one?
• 55:40
  Speaker 6: Along the wild harp's wailing strings, Have not our hours
• 55:45
  Speaker 6: of meeting gone? Like fading dreams on phantom wings, are
• 55:50
  Speaker 6: not the grasses round your grave yet springing green and
• 55:55
  Speaker 6: fresh to view? And does the gleam on ocean's wave tide?
• 55:59
  Speaker 6: Gladness now to me? And you, oh, cold and cheerless
• 56:03
  Speaker 6: falls the night on withered hearts and hopes decayed, and
• 56:08
  Speaker 6: I have seen but little light since died the dark
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  Speaker 6: the Lambe's Maid end of poem. This recording is in
• 56:18
  Speaker 6: the public domain. The Curlew Song by Henry Kendall read
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  Speaker 6: for LibriVox dot Org by Heather James. The viewless blast
• 56:31
  Speaker 6: flies moaning past away to the forest trees, where giant
• 56:37
  Speaker 6: pines and leafless vines bend neath the wandering breeze from
• 56:42
  Speaker 6: ferny streams. Unearthly screams are heard in the midnight blue
• 56:48
  Speaker 6: as afar, they roam to the Shepherd's home, the shrieks
• 56:52
  Speaker 6: of the wild curlew. As afar, they roam to the
• 56:56
  Speaker 6: Shepherd's home, the shrieks of the wild Curlew. The mists
• 57:01
  Speaker 6: are curled o'er our dark faced world, and the shadows
• 57:05
  Speaker 6: sleep around where the clear lagoon reflects the moon in
• 57:10
  Speaker 6: her hazy glory crown, while dingoes howl and wake the
• 57:15
  Speaker 6: growl of the watch dog, brave and true, whose loud
• 57:20
  Speaker 6: rough bark shoots up in the dark with the song
• 57:23
  Speaker 6: of the lone curlew, whose loud rough bark shoots up
• 57:27
  Speaker 6: in the dark, with the song of the lone curlew.
• 57:32
  Speaker 6: Near herby banks, the dark green ranks of the rushes
• 57:36
  Speaker 6: stoop to drink, and the ripples chime in a measured
• 57:39
  Speaker 6: time on the smooth and mossy brink, as wind breaths,
• 57:44
  Speaker 6: sigh and pass and die to start from the swamps
• 57:48
  Speaker 6: anew and join again, or ridge and plane with the
• 57:53
  Speaker 6: wails of the sad curlew, And join again, or ridge,
• 57:58
  Speaker 6: and plane with the wails of the sad curlew. The
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  Speaker 6: clouds are thrown around the cone of the mountain, bare
• 58:07
  Speaker 6: and high, whose craggy peak uprears to the cheek, to
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  Speaker 6: the face of the somber sky. When down beneath the
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  Speaker 6: foggy wreath full many a gully through, they rend the
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  Speaker 6: air like cries of despair, the screams of the wild curlew.
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  Speaker 6: They rend the air like cries of despair, the screams
• 58:30
  Speaker 6: of the wild curlew. The viewless blast flies moaning past
• 58:36
  Speaker 6: away to the forest trees, where giant pines and leafless
• 58:41
  Speaker 6: vines bend neath the wandering breeze from ferny streams. Unearthly
• 58:47
  Speaker 6: screams are heard in the midnight blue as afar they
• 58:51
  Speaker 6: roam to the shepherd's home, the shrieks of the wild curlew.
• 58:56
  Speaker 6: As afar they roam to the Shepherd's home, The shriek
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  Speaker 6: of the wild curlew, and of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 6: in the public domain. The Ballad of Tanna by Henry Kendall,
• 59:15
  Speaker 6: read for LibriVox dot Org by Heather James. She knelt
• 59:20
  Speaker 6: by the dead in her passionate grief, beneath a weird
• 59:24
  Speaker 6: forest of Tanna. She kissed the stern brow of her
• 59:28
  Speaker 6: father and chief, and cursed the dark race of Alcanna.
• 59:33
  Speaker 6: With faces as wild as the clouds in the rain.
• 59:36
  Speaker 6: The sons of Kerrara came down to the plain and
• 59:40
  Speaker 6: spoke to the mourner and buried the slain. Oh, the
• 59:44
  Speaker 6: glory that died with Deloya Wahena. They whispered, Alcana lies low,
• 59:51
  Speaker 6: and the ghost of thy sire hath been gladdened, for
• 59:55
  Speaker 6: the men of his people have fought with the foe
• 59:58
  Speaker 6: till the rivers of Warra are a reddened. She lifted
• 1:00:01
  Speaker 6: her eyes to the glimmering hill, then spoke with a
• 1:00:05
  Speaker 6: voice like a musical rill. The time is too short?
• 1:00:09
  Speaker 6: Can I sojourn here still? Oh the youth that was
• 1:00:14
  Speaker 6: sad for Da layah Wahina. Why linger and a tannum said,
• 1:00:20
  Speaker 6: when the tent of a chieftain is lonely, there are
• 1:00:24
  Speaker 6: others who grieve for the light that has fled, and
• 1:00:27
  Speaker 6: one who waits here for you. Only go leave me,
• 1:00:31
  Speaker 6: She cried, I would fain be alone. I must stay
• 1:00:35
  Speaker 6: where the trees and the wild waters moan, for my
• 1:00:39
  Speaker 6: heart is as cold as a wave beaten stone. Oh
• 1:00:44
  Speaker 6: the beauty that was broke for Da Loya Wahinah. Why
• 1:00:50
  Speaker 6: weep o'er a handful of dust when the souls of
• 1:00:53
  Speaker 6: the brave are approaching. Oh, look to the fires that
• 1:00:58
  Speaker 6: are lit for the just and the mighty who sleep
• 1:01:01
  Speaker 6: in a rochin. But she turned from the glare of
• 1:01:04
  Speaker 6: the flamesmitten sea, and a cry like a whirlwind came
• 1:01:09
  Speaker 6: over the lee Away to the mountains, And leave her
• 1:01:13
  Speaker 6: with me, Oh the heart that was broke for the lawyer.
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  Speaker 6: And a poem this recording is in the public domain.
• 1:01:28
  Speaker 4: The rain comes sobbing to the door by Henry Kendall
• 1:01:32
  Speaker 4: read for LibriVox dot Org by Larry Wilson. The night
• 1:01:36
  Speaker 4: grows dark and weird and cold, and thick drops patter
• 1:01:41
  Speaker 4: on the pane. There comes a wailing from the sea.
• 1:01:46
  Speaker 4: The wind is weary of the rain.
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  Speaker 2: The red coals.
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  Speaker 4: Click beneath the flame, and see with slow and silent feet,
• 1:01:53
  Speaker 4: the hooded shadows cross the woods to where the twilight
• 1:01:56
  Speaker 4: waters beat. Now fanwise from the ruddy fire, a brilliant
• 1:02:01
  Speaker 4: sweeps athwart the floor. As streaming down the lattices, the
• 1:02:05
  Speaker 4: rain comes sobbing to the door. As streaming down the lattices,
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  Speaker 4: the rain comes sobbing to the door. Dull echoes round
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  Speaker 4: the casement fall, and through the empty chambers go like
• 1:02:20
  Speaker 4: forms unseen, whom we can hear on tiptoe, stealing to
• 1:02:25
  Speaker 4: and fro that fill our glasses to the brims, And
• 1:02:30
  Speaker 4: through a mist of smiles and tears, our eyes shall
• 1:02:33
  Speaker 4: tell how much we love to toast the shadows of
• 1:02:37
  Speaker 4: other years. And hither they will flock again, the ghosts
• 1:02:42
  Speaker 4: of things that are no more. While streaming down the lattices,
• 1:02:46
  Speaker 4: the rain comes sobbing to the door. While streaming down
• 1:02:50
  Speaker 4: the lattices, the rain comes sobbing to the door. The
• 1:02:55
  Speaker 4: tempest trodden wastelands moan. The trees are threat at the blast,
• 1:03:02
  Speaker 4: and now they come, the pallid shapes of dreams that
• 1:03:05
  Speaker 4: perished in the past.
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  Speaker 2: And when we.
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  Speaker 4: Lift the windows up, a smothered whisper round us strays
• 1:03:11
  Speaker 4: like some lone wandering voice from graves that hold the
• 1:03:15
  Speaker 4: wrecks of bygone days. I tell ye that I love
• 1:03:20
  Speaker 4: the storm. Forthink we not of thoughts of your When
• 1:03:25
  Speaker 4: streaming down the lattices, the rain comes sobbing to the door.
• 1:03:29
  Speaker 4: When streaming down the lattices, the rain comes sobbing to
• 1:03:33
  Speaker 4: the door. We'll drink to those we sadly miss, and
• 1:03:38
  Speaker 4: sing some mournful song we know, since they may chance
• 1:03:43
  Speaker 4: to hear it all and muse on friends they've left below.
• 1:03:47
  Speaker 4: Who knows if souls and bliss can leave the borders
• 1:03:50
  Speaker 4: of their Eden home, but that some loving one may
• 1:03:53
  Speaker 4: now about the ancient threshold Rome. Oh, like an exile,
• 1:03:58
  Speaker 4: he would hail a glimpse of the familiar floor. Though
• 1:04:03
  Speaker 4: streaming down the lattices, the rain comes.
• 1:04:05
  Speaker 2: Sobbing at the door, though.
• 1:04:09
  Speaker 4: Streaming down the lattices, the rain comes sobbing to the door.
• 1:04:18
  Speaker 2: In the form.
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  Speaker 4: This recording is in the public domain.
• 1:04:28
  Speaker 6: Urrara by Henry Kendall read for LibriVox dot Org by
• 1:04:32
  Speaker 6: Heather James. Note Urrara is another spelling of Urrara, a
• 1:04:38
  Speaker 6: tributary of the river Clarence Euroca. Go over the tops
• 1:04:42
  Speaker 6: of the hill, for the death clouds have passed us today,
• 1:04:46
  Speaker 6: and we'll cry in the dark, for the footfalls still
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  Speaker 6: and the tracks which are fading away. Let them yell
• 1:04:54
  Speaker 6: to their lubras, the Bulgenba dogs, and say how our
• 1:04:58
  Speaker 6: brothers were slain. We shall wipe out our grief in
• 1:05:02
  Speaker 6: the blood of their chief, and twenty more dead on
• 1:05:06
  Speaker 6: the plain, on the blood spattered spurs of the plain.
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  Speaker 6: But the low winds sigh and the dead leaves fly
• 1:05:14
  Speaker 6: where our warriors lie in the dingoes den, in the
• 1:05:19
  Speaker 6: white cedar glen, on the banks of the gloomy Urrara, Urrara,
• 1:05:25
  Speaker 6: our Rarah. On the banks of the gloomy our Rarah.
• 1:05:31
  Speaker 6: The wallaroos grope through the tufts of the grass and
• 1:05:34
  Speaker 6: crawl to their coverts for fear. But we'll sit in
• 1:05:38
  Speaker 6: the ashes, and let them pass. Where the boomerangs sleep
• 1:05:42
  Speaker 6: with the spear o our hearts will be lonely and
• 1:05:46
  Speaker 6: low to night when we think of the hunts of yore,
• 1:05:50
  Speaker 6: and the foes that we sought, and the fights which
• 1:05:53
  Speaker 6: we fought with those who will battle no more, who
• 1:05:58
  Speaker 6: will go to the battle no more? For the dull
• 1:06:02
  Speaker 6: winds sigh, and the dead leaves fly, where our warriors
• 1:06:07
  Speaker 6: lie in the dingoes Den, in the white Cedar Glen,
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  Speaker 6: on the banks of the gloomy Urrara, Urrara, Urrara, on
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  Speaker 6: the banks of the Gloomy Urrara. Oh, the gorges and
• 1:06:22
  Speaker 6: gullies are black with crows, and they feast on the
• 1:06:27
  Speaker 6: flesh of the brave. But the forest is loud with
• 1:06:30
  Speaker 6: the howls of our foes, for those whom they never
• 1:06:34
  Speaker 6: can save. Let us crouch with our faces down to
• 1:06:38
  Speaker 6: our knees, and hide in the dark of our hair,
• 1:06:42
  Speaker 6: for we will not return where the camp fires burn.
• 1:06:46
  Speaker 6: And see what is smoldering there, what is smoldering moldering there?
• 1:06:52
  Speaker 6: Where the sad winds sigh, the dead leaves fly, and
• 1:06:58
  Speaker 6: our warriors lie in the dingoes Den, in the white
• 1:07:03
  Speaker 6: Cedar glen on the banks of the gloomy Urrara, oh Rara,
• 1:07:09
  Speaker 6: Orara on the banks of the Gloomy Oorara. End of poem.
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  Speaker 6: This recording is in the Pablo domain.
• 1:07:25
  Speaker 2: Evening Him by Henry Kendall, read for.
• 1:07:28
  Speaker 4: Librevox dot Org by Larry Wilson. The crag pent breezes
• 1:07:34
  Speaker 4: sob and moan, where hidden waters glide, and twilight wanders
• 1:07:39
  Speaker 4: round the earth with slow and shadowy stride. The gleaming
• 1:07:43
  Speaker 4: clouds above the brows of western steeps uphurled, look like
• 1:07:48
  Speaker 4: the spires of some fair town that bounds a brighter world.
• 1:07:53
  Speaker 4: Lo from the depths of yonder wood, where many a
• 1:07:55
  Speaker 4: blind creek strays. The pure Australian moon comes forth and
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  Speaker 4: wreathed with silver haze. The rainy mists are tooping down
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  Speaker 4: the folding hills behind, and distant torrent voices rise like
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  Speaker 4: bells upon the wind, and Eccu's songs are dying with
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  Speaker 4: the flute bird's mellow tone. And Night recalls the gloomy
• 1:08:20
  Speaker 4: owl to rove the wilds alone night, holy night, in
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  Speaker 4: robes of blue, with golden stars and crowned ascending mountains
• 1:08:30
  Speaker 4: like to walls that hymn and eden round. O lovely moon,
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  Speaker 4: Oh holy night, How good your God must be when
• 1:08:40
  Speaker 4: through the glories of your light he stoops to look
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  Speaker 4: at me. Oh glittering clouds and silvery shapes that vanish
• 1:08:48
  Speaker 4: one by one, is not the kindness of our Lord
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  Speaker 4: too great to think upon.
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  Speaker 2: If human song could.
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  Speaker 4: Flow as free as his created breeze, when sloping from
• 1:09:00
  Speaker 4: some hoary height it sweeps the vacant seas, then should
• 1:09:04
  Speaker 4: my voice to Heaven ascend, my tuneful liar be.
• 1:09:08
  Speaker 2: Strung, and music sweeter.
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  Speaker 4: Than the winds should roam these glens among Go by
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  Speaker 4: ye golden footed hours, to your mysterious born, and hide
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  Speaker 4: the sine ye bear from hents so that they ne'er return.
• 1:09:25
  Speaker 4: Teach me ye beauteous stars, to kiss kind Mercy's chastening rod,
• 1:09:30
  Speaker 4: and looking up from Nature's face, to worship Nature's God.
• 1:09:36
  Speaker 2: And a poem.
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  Speaker 4: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Stanzas by Henry Kendall, read for libravox dot Org by
• 1:09:51
  Speaker 7: Leonard Wilson of Springfield, Ohio. The sunsets full and the
• 1:09:58
  Speaker 7: sunsets fade, But still I walk the shadowy land and
• 1:10:04
  Speaker 7: grapple the dark, and only the dark in my search
• 1:10:09
  Speaker 7: for a loving hand. For it's here a still deep
• 1:10:14
  Speaker 7: woodland lies with spurs of pine and sheaves of fern.
• 1:10:20
  Speaker 7: But I wander wild and wail like a child for
• 1:10:26
  Speaker 7: a face that will never return. And it's here a
• 1:10:30
  Speaker 7: mighty water flows, with drifts of wind and whimpled waves.
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  Speaker 7: But the darling head of a dear one dead is
• 1:10:42
  Speaker 7: hidden beneath its caves. And the poem this recording is
• 1:10:49
  Speaker 7: in the public domain.
• 1:10:55
  Speaker 6: The Wail in the Native Oak by Henry Kendall, Redverliebrivox
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  Speaker 6: dot Org by Heather James, Where the lone Creek, chafing
• 1:11:06
  Speaker 6: nightly in the cold and sad moonshine beats beneath the
• 1:11:10
  Speaker 6: twisted fern roots and the drenched and dripping vine, Where
• 1:11:15
  Speaker 6: the gum trees ringed and ragged from the mazy margin's rise,
• 1:11:20
  Speaker 6: staring out against the heavens with their languid, gaping eyes.
• 1:11:25
  Speaker 6: There I listened, There I heard it, Oh, that melancholy sound,
• 1:11:31
  Speaker 6: wandering like a ghostly whisper through the dreaming darkness round,
• 1:11:36
  Speaker 6: wandering like a fearful warning. Where the withered twilight broke
• 1:11:41
  Speaker 6: through a mass of mournful tresses, drooping down the native oak,
• 1:11:47
  Speaker 6: and I caught a glimpse of sunset fading from afar
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  Speaker 6: off wild as I sat me down to fancy, like
• 1:11:54
  Speaker 6: a thoughtful, wistful child, sat me down to fancy. What
• 1:11:59
  Speaker 6: might mean, though, hollow, hopeless tones sooming round, the swooning
• 1:12:04
  Speaker 6: silence dying out in smothered moans, What might mean that
• 1:12:09
  Speaker 6: muffled sobbing, did a lonely phantom wail pent amongst those
• 1:12:15
  Speaker 6: tangled branches barring out the moonlight pale wept it for
• 1:12:20
  Speaker 6: that gleam of glory wasting from the forest aisles, for
• 1:12:25
  Speaker 6: that fainting gleam of glory sad with flickering, sickly smiles
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  Speaker 6: in these woodlands. I was restless. I had seen a
• 1:12:36
  Speaker 6: light depart, and an ache for something vanished, filled and
• 1:12:41
  Speaker 6: chilled my longing heart, and I linked my thoughts together.
• 1:12:46
  Speaker 6: All seemed still and dull to day, But a painful
• 1:12:50
  Speaker 6: symbol groweth from the shine that pales away. This may
• 1:12:54
  Speaker 6: not be idle dreaming. If the spirit roams, I said,
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  Speaker 6: this is surely one a wanderer from the ages which
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  Speaker 6: have fled. Who can look beyond the darkness, who can see?
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  Speaker 6: So he may tell where the sunsets all have gone
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  Speaker 6: to where the souls that leave us dwell. This might
• 1:13:14
  Speaker 6: be a loving exile, full with faded thoughts, returned seeking
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  Speaker 6: for familiar faces, friends for whom he long had yearned.
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  Speaker 2: Here.
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  Speaker 6: His fathers must have sojourned here, His people may have died,
• 1:13:30
  Speaker 6: or perchance to distant forests. All were scattered far and wide.
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  Speaker 6: So he moans, and so he lingers, weeping o'er the
• 1:13:40
  Speaker 6: wasted wild, weeping o'er the desolation, like a lost, benighted child.
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  Speaker 6: So he moans, and so he lingers. Hence these fitful,
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  Speaker 6: fretful sighs deep within the oak tree solemn. Hence these weary, weary,
• 1:14:02
  Speaker 6: Or who knows but that some secret lies beneath you
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  Speaker 6: on dismal mound. Ha, A dreary, dreadful secret must be
• 1:14:10
  Speaker 6: buried underground, not a ragged blade of verdure, not one
• 1:14:15
  Speaker 6: root of mosses there? Who hath torn the grasses from it?
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  Speaker 6: Wherefore is that barrel bare darkness shuts the forest round me?
• 1:14:25
  Speaker 6: Here I stand, and, oh my god, this may be
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  Speaker 6: some injured spirit raving round and round the sod. Hush
• 1:14:33
  Speaker 6: the tempest, how it travels? Blood hath here being surely shed.
• 1:14:38
  Speaker 6: Hush the thunder, how it mutters, Oh, the unrequited dead.
• 1:14:44
  Speaker 6: Came a footfall past the water, came a wild man
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  Speaker 6: through the gloom. Down he stooped and faced the current,
• 1:14:51
  Speaker 6: silent as a silent tomb. Down he stooped and lapped
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  Speaker 6: the ripples. Not a single word he spoke, but I whispered,
• 1:15:01
  Speaker 6: he can tell me of the secret in the oak.
• 1:15:05
  Speaker 6: Very thoughtful, seems that forehead many legends. He may know
• 1:15:09
  Speaker 6: many tales and old traditions linked to what is here below.
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  Speaker 6: I must ask him rest. I cannot though my life
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  Speaker 6: upon it hung though these wails are waxing louder, I
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  Speaker 6: must give my thoughts a tongue shake that silence from you,
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  Speaker 6: wild man. I have looked into your face, hoping I
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  Speaker 6: should learn the story there about this fearful place. Slake
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  Speaker 6: your thirst, But stay and tell me. Did your heart
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  Speaker 6: with terror beat when you stepped across the bare and
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  Speaker 6: blasted hillock at your feet? Hearken to those croons so
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  Speaker 6: wretched deep within the dust bough's pent Hold you not
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  Speaker 6: some strange tradition coupled with this strange lament. When your
• 1:15:54
  Speaker 6: tribe about their camp fires hear that hollow, broken cry.
• 1:15:59
  Speaker 6: Do they hint of deer? Its mysterious hidden in the
• 1:16:01
  Speaker 6: days gone by? But he rose like one bewildered, shook
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  Speaker 6: his head and glided it past huddling whispers, hurried after
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  Speaker 6: hissing in the howling blast. Now a sheet of lurid
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  Speaker 6: splendor swept athwart the mountain spire, and a midnight squall
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  Speaker 6: came trumping down on zigzag paths of fire through the
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  Speaker 6: tumult dashed torrent, flanking out in foaming streams, whilst the
• 1:16:30
  Speaker 6: woodlands groaned and muttered like a monster vexed with dreams.
• 1:16:35
  Speaker 6: Then I swooned away in horror. Oh that shriek which
• 1:16:39
  Speaker 6: rent the air, like the voice of some feldmon, harrowed
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  Speaker 6: by a mad despair. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 6: in the public domain. Harps We Love by Henry Kendle,
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  Speaker 6: read forlibrivox dot Org by Heather James. The Harp we
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  Speaker 6: Love hath a royal burst. Its strings are mighty forest
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  Speaker 6: trees and branches, swaying to and fro our fingers sounding symphonies.
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  Speaker 6: The Harp we Love hath a solemn sound, and rocks
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  Speaker 6: amongst the shallow seas are strings from which the rolling
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  Speaker 6: waves draw forth their stirring harmonies. The harp we love
• 1:17:39
  Speaker 6: hath a low, sweet voice. Its strings are in the
• 1:17:44
  Speaker 6: bosom deep, and love will press those hidden chords when
• 1:17:50
  Speaker 6: all the baser passions sleep. End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 6: is in the public domain. Waiting and Wishing by Henry
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  Speaker 6: Kendall read Forliebrivox dot Org by Heather James. I loiter
• 1:18:12
  Speaker 6: by this surging sea, here, by this surging, sooming sea, here,
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  Speaker 6: by this wailing, wild faced sea, dreaming through the dreamy night,
• 1:18:25
  Speaker 6: yearning for a strange delight. Will it ever ever ever
• 1:18:31
  Speaker 6: fly to me? By this surging sea, by this surging
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  Speaker 6: sooming sea, by this wailing wild faced sea. I know
• 1:18:44
  Speaker 6: some gentle spirit lives, some loving, lonely spirit lives, some
• 1:18:50
  Speaker 6: melancholy spirit lives, walking o'er the earth for me, searching
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  Speaker 6: round the world for me. Will she ever ever ever
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  Speaker 6: hither come Where the water's roam, Where the sobbing water's roam,
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  Speaker 6: Where the raving water's room, all worn and wasted by
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  Speaker 6: the storms, all gaped and fractured by the storms, all
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  Speaker 6: split and splintered by the storms. Overhead, the caverns groan, gloomy,
• 1:19:31
  Speaker 6: ghastly caverns grown. Will she ever ever ever fill this heart?
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  Speaker 2: Peace?
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  Speaker 6: O longing heart Peace, Oh longing beating heart, peace, obeating
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  Speaker 6: weary heart. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 6: public domain. The Wild Kangaroo by Henry Kendall read for
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  Speaker 6: Liebrivox dot Org by Heather James. The rain clouds have
• 1:20:11
  Speaker 6: gone to the deep. The east like a furnace doth glow,
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  Speaker 6: and the day spring is flooding the steep and sheening
• 1:20:19
  Speaker 6: the landscape below. Oh ye, who are gifted with souls
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  Speaker 6: that delight in the music of birds, come forth where
• 1:20:27
  Speaker 6: the scattered mist rolls and listen to eloquent words. O ye,
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  Speaker 6: who are fond of the sport and would travel yon
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  Speaker 6: wilderness through, gather each to his place for a life
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  Speaker 6: stirring chase in the wake of the wild Kangaroo. Gather
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  Speaker 6: each to his place for a life stirring chase in
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  Speaker 6: the wake of the Wild Kangaroo. Beyond the wild rents
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  Speaker 6: of the fog, the trees are illumined with gold, and
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  Speaker 6: the bark of the shepherd's brave dog shoots away from
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  Speaker 6: the sheltering fold down the depths of yon rock bordered glade.
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  Speaker 6: A torrent goes foaming along, and the blind owls retire
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  Speaker 6: into shade, and the bell bird beginneth its song. By
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  Speaker 6: the side of that yawning abyss, where the vapors are
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  Speaker 6: hurrying to we will merrily pass, looking down to the
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  Speaker 6: grass for the tracks of the wild kangaroo. We will
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  Speaker 6: merrily pass, looking down to the grass where the tracks
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  Speaker 6: of the wild kangaroo o brothers away to the woods.
• 1:21:34
  Speaker 6: Euroka hath clambered the hill, but the morning there seldom intrudes,
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  Speaker 6: where the night shadows slumber on still. We will roam
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  Speaker 6: o'er these forest lands wild, and thread the dark masses
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  Speaker 6: of vines, where the winds, like the voice of a child,
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  Speaker 6: are singing aloft in the pines. We must keep down
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  Speaker 6: the glee of our hounds. We must steal through the
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  Speaker 6: glittering dew. And the breezes shall sleep as we cautiously
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  Speaker 6: creep to the haunts of the wild kangaroo. And the
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  Speaker 6: breezes shall sleep as we cautiously creep to the haunts
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  Speaker 6: of the wild kangaroo. When we pass through a stillness
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  Speaker 6: like death, the swamp fowl and timorous quail like the
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  Speaker 6: leaves in a hurricane's breath will start from their nests
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  Speaker 6: in the veil, and the forester, snuffing the air, will
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  Speaker 6: bound from his coverts so dark, while we follow along
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  Speaker 6: in the rear. As arrows speed on to their mark.
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  Speaker 6: Then the swift hounds shall bring him to bay, and
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  Speaker 6: will send forth a hearty halloo. As we gather them
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  Speaker 6: all to be in at the fall at the death
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  Speaker 6: of the wild kangaroo. As we gather them all to
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  Speaker 6: be in at the fall, at the death of the
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  Speaker 6: wild kangaroo. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 6: public domain. Clary by Henry Kendall, read for Libervox dot
• 1:23:03
  Speaker 6: Org by Heather James. Too cold, O, my brother, too
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  Speaker 6: cold for my wife? Is the beauty you showed me
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  Speaker 6: this morning? Nor yet have I found the sweet dream
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  Speaker 6: of my life? And good bye to the sneering and scorning.
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  Speaker 6: Would you have me cast down in the dark of
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  Speaker 6: her frown, like others who bend at her shrine and
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  Speaker 6: would barter their souls for a statue like face and
• 1:23:29
  Speaker 6: a heart that can never be mine, that can never
• 1:23:34
  Speaker 6: be theirs nor mine. Go after her, look at her,
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  Speaker 6: kneel at her feet, and mimic the lover romantic. I
• 1:23:43
  Speaker 6: have hated deceit, and she misses the treat of driving
• 1:23:48
  Speaker 6: me hopelessly frantic. Now watch her, as deep in her
• 1:23:53
  Speaker 6: carriage she lies, and love her, my friend. If you dare,
• 1:23:57
  Speaker 6: she would wither your life which her beautiful eyes, and
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  Speaker 6: strangle your soul with her hair, with a mesh of
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  Speaker 6: our splendid hair. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 6: the public domain. Woolengung by Henry Kendall, Redfliebervox dot Org
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  Speaker 6: by Heather James. Let me talk of years e vanished.
• 1:24:28
  Speaker 6: Let me harp upon the time when we trod these
• 1:24:31
  Speaker 6: sands together in our boyhood's golden prime. Let me lift
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  Speaker 6: again the curtain while I gaze upon the past, as
• 1:24:40
  Speaker 6: the sailor glances homewards, watching from the topmost mast. Here
• 1:24:44
  Speaker 6: we rested on the grasses in the glorious summer hours,
• 1:24:49
  Speaker 6: when the waters hurried seaward, fringed with ferns and forest flowers,
• 1:24:54
  Speaker 6: When our youthful eyes, rejoicing, saw the sunlight round the
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  Speaker 6: spray in a rainbow wreath of splendor, glittering underneath the day,
• 1:25:05
  Speaker 6: sunlight flashing past the billows, falling cliffs and crags among clothing,
• 1:25:11
  Speaker 6: hopeful friendship basking on the shores of Woolen Gung. Echoes
• 1:25:17
  Speaker 6: of departed voices, whispers from forgotten dreams come across my
• 1:25:22
  Speaker 6: spirit like the murmurs of melodious streams. Here we both
• 1:25:27
  Speaker 6: have wandered nightly, when the moonshine, cold and pale, shimmered
• 1:25:32
  Speaker 6: on the cone of Kira, sloping down the sleeping vale,
• 1:25:36
  Speaker 6: When the mournful waves came sobbing, sobbing on the furrowed shore,
• 1:25:42
  Speaker 6: like to lone hearts weeping over loved ones they shall
• 1:25:45
  Speaker 6: see no more. While with silver ripples stealing past, the
• 1:25:50
  Speaker 6: shells and slimy stones broke beneath the caverns, dying one
• 1:25:55
  Speaker 6: by one in muffled moans, as the fragrant wood winds
• 1:26:00
  Speaker 6: roaming with a fifful cadence, sung mid the ghostly branches
• 1:26:05
  Speaker 6: belting round the shores of Woolen Gung. Lovely faces flip
• 1:26:11
  Speaker 6: before us, friendly forms around us stand gleams of well
• 1:26:16
  Speaker 6: remembered gladness trip along the yellow sand. Here the gold
• 1:26:21
  Speaker 6: green waters glistened underneath our dreaming gaze, as the lights
• 1:26:26
  Speaker 6: of heaven slanted down the pallid ether haze. Here the
• 1:26:30
  Speaker 6: mossy rock pool, like to one that stirs himself in sleep,
• 1:26:34
  Speaker 6: trembled every moment at the roaring of the restless deep,
• 1:26:38
  Speaker 6: while the stately vessels swooping to the breezes, fair and free,
• 1:26:43
  Speaker 6: passed away like sheeted specters fading down the distant sea.
• 1:26:48
  Speaker 6: And our wakened fancies sparkled, and our soul born thoughts
• 1:26:53
  Speaker 6: we strung into joyous lyrics, singing with the waves of
• 1:26:57
  Speaker 6: woolen gung low breath, strains of sweetest music float about
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  Speaker 6: my raptured ears. Angel eyes are glancing at me hopeful
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  Speaker 6: smiles and happy tears. Merry feet goes scaling up the
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  Speaker 6: old and thunder shattered steeps, and the billows clamor after,
• 1:27:16
  Speaker 6: and the surge to ocean leaps scattered into fruitless showers,
• 1:27:20
  Speaker 6: falling where the breakers roll baffled like the aspirations of
• 1:27:25
  Speaker 6: a proud, ambitious soul, far off sounds of silvery laughter
• 1:27:30
  Speaker 6: through the hollow coward's ring, while my heart leaps up
• 1:27:35
  Speaker 6: to catch reviving pleasure on the wing, And the years
• 1:27:39
  Speaker 6: come trooping backward, and we both again, our young, walking
• 1:27:43
  Speaker 6: side by side upon the lovely shores of woolen Gung.
• 1:27:49
  Speaker 6: Fleeting dreams and idle fancies lo the gloomy after age
• 1:27:55
  Speaker 6: creepeth like an angry shadow over life's eventful stee joy
• 1:28:01
  Speaker 6: is but a mocking phantom, throwing out its glitter, brief
• 1:28:06
  Speaker 6: short lived as the western sunbeam dying from the cedar leaf.
• 1:28:11
  Speaker 6: Here we linger lonely hearted musing over visions fled, while
• 1:28:17
  Speaker 6: the sickly twilight withers from the arches overhead. Semblance of
• 1:28:22
  Speaker 6: a bliss delusive are those dull, receding rays. Semblance of
• 1:28:28
  Speaker 6: the faint reflection left to us of other days, days
• 1:28:33
  Speaker 6: of vernal hope and gladness, hours when the blossoms sprung
• 1:28:38
  Speaker 6: round the feet of blithesome ramblers by the shores of
• 1:28:44
  Speaker 6: woolen Gung. End of poem. This recording is in the
• 1:28:49
  Speaker 6: public domain. Ella with the Shining Hair by Henry Kendall,
• 1:29:00
  Speaker 6: Redverordliebervox dot Org by Heather James. Through many a fragrant
• 1:29:05
  Speaker 6: cedar grove, A darkened water moans, and there pale memory
• 1:29:11
  Speaker 6: stood with love amongst the moss green stones. The shimmering
• 1:29:17
  Speaker 6: sunlight fell and kissed the grass trees, golden sheaves, but
• 1:29:22
  Speaker 6: we were troubled with a mist of music in the leaves.
• 1:29:28
  Speaker 6: One passed us like a sudden gleam. Her face was
• 1:29:33
  Speaker 6: deadly fair. Oh go, we said, you, homeless, dream of
• 1:29:38
  Speaker 6: Ella's shining hair. We halt like one with tired wings,
• 1:29:44
  Speaker 6: And we would fain forget that there are tempting, maddening
• 1:29:49
  Speaker 6: things too high to clutch at. Yet those seven springs
• 1:29:55
  Speaker 6: have filled the wood with pleasant hints and signs, since
• 1:30:00
  Speaker 6: faltering feet went forth and stood with death amongst the
• 1:30:04
  Speaker 6: pines from point to point. Unwittingly, we wish to clamber
• 1:30:09
  Speaker 6: still till we have light enough to see the summits
• 1:30:15
  Speaker 6: of the hill. Oh do not cry, my sister, dear, said,
• 1:30:20
  Speaker 6: beaming hope to love. Though we have been so troubled. Here,
• 1:30:25
  Speaker 6: the land is calm. Above, beyond the regions of the storm,
• 1:30:31
  Speaker 6: will find the golden gates, where all the day of
• 1:30:35
  Speaker 6: radiant form, our Ella sits and waits, and memory murmured
• 1:30:42
  Speaker 6: she was one of God's own darlings. Lent and angels
• 1:30:47
  Speaker 6: wept that she had gone, and wondered why she went.
• 1:30:52
  Speaker 6: I know they came and talked to her through every
• 1:30:57
  Speaker 6: garden breeze about eternal hill of mirror and quiet jasper
• 1:31:03
  Speaker 6: seas for her the earth contained no charms. All things
• 1:31:09
  Speaker 6: were strange and wild, And I believe a seraph's arms
• 1:31:15
  Speaker 6: caught up the sainted child. And Love looked round and said, O,
• 1:31:21
  Speaker 6: you that sit by Beulah's streams, shake on this thirsty life,
• 1:31:27
  Speaker 6: the dew which brings immortal dreams. Ah turn to us
• 1:31:33
  Speaker 6: and greet us oft with looks of pitying balm and
• 1:31:38
  Speaker 6: hints of heaven, in whispers soft to make our troubles calm,
• 1:31:45
  Speaker 6: My Ella, with the shining hair. Behold these many years
• 1:31:51
  Speaker 6: we've held up wearied hands in prayer and groped about
• 1:31:56
  Speaker 6: in tears. But hope sings on. Beyond the storm. We'll
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  Speaker 6: find the golden gates, where all the day a radiant
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  Speaker 6: form our Ella sits and waits. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 6: recording is in the public domain. The bar Coup or
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  Speaker 6: The Squatter's Song by Henry Kendall read for Libervox dot
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  Speaker 6: Org by Heather James, from the Runs of the N'arn.
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  Speaker 6: Wide dotted with sheep and loud with the lowing of cattle,
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  Speaker 6: We speed for a land where the strange forests sleep
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  Speaker 6: and the hidden creeks, bubble and brattle. Now call on
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  Speaker 6: the horses and leave the blind courses and sources of
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  Speaker 6: rivers that all of us know. Four. Crossing the ridges
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  Speaker 6: and passing the ledges, and running up gorges, will come
• 1:32:55
  Speaker 6: to the verges of gullies where waters eternally flow. Oh
• 1:33:00
  Speaker 6: the herds, they will rush down the spurs of the
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  Speaker 6: hill to feed on the grasses so cool and so sweet.
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  Speaker 6: And I think that my life with the light will
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  Speaker 6: stand still when we halt with the pleasant barkoo at
• 1:33:13
  Speaker 6: our feet. Good Bye to the barwin and brigalow scrubs,
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  Speaker 6: Adieu to the Culgoa ranges. But look for the mulga
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  Speaker 6: and salt bitten shrubs. Though the face of the forest
• 1:33:25
  Speaker 6: land changes the leagues, we may travel down beds of
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  Speaker 6: hot gravel and clay crusted reaches where moisture half been
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  Speaker 6: while searching for waters may vex us and thwart us.
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  Speaker 6: Yet who would be quailing or fainting or failing, not you,
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  Speaker 6: who are men of the n'er and eye ween. When
• 1:33:45
  Speaker 6: we leave the dry channels away to the south and
• 1:33:48
  Speaker 6: reach the far plains we are journeying to, we will
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  Speaker 6: cry though our lips may be glued with the drought
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  Speaker 6: hip hip and hurrah for the pleasant bar coop end
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  Speaker 6: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Bells Beyond the Forest by Henry Kendall read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 4: dot Org by Larry Wilson, Wild eyed woodlands. Here I
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  Speaker 4: rest me underneath the gaunt and ghastly trees, underneath fantastic
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  Speaker 4: fronted caverns, crammed with many a muffled breeze, far away
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  Speaker 4: from dusky towns and cities, twinkling with the feet of men,
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  Speaker 4: listening to a sound of mellow music fleeting down the
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  Speaker 4: gusty glen, sitting by a rapid torrent, with the broken
• 1:34:38
  Speaker 4: sunset in my face, by a rapid, roaring torrent, stumbling
• 1:34:42
  Speaker 4: through a dark and lonely place, and I hear the
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  Speaker 4: bells beyond the forest, and the voice of distant streams,
• 1:34:50
  Speaker 4: and a flood of swelling singing wafting round a world
• 1:34:54
  Speaker 4: of ruined dreams, like to one who watches daylight dining
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  Speaker 4: from a lofty and spire, when the autumn splendor scatters
• 1:35:03
  Speaker 4: like a gust of faintly gleaming fire. So the silent
• 1:35:07
  Speaker 4: spirit looked through a mist of faded smiles and tears,
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  Speaker 4: while across it stealeth all the sad and sweet divinity
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  Speaker 4: of years, all the scenes of shine and shadow, light
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  Speaker 4: and darkness, sleeping side by side, when my heart was
• 1:35:24
  Speaker 4: wetted to existence as a bridegroom to his bride, while
• 1:35:28
  Speaker 4: I traveled gaily onward, with the vapors crowding in my wake,
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  Speaker 4: deeming that the present hid the glory where the promised
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  Speaker 4: morn would break. Like to one who by the water
• 1:35:39
  Speaker 4: standing marks the reeling ocean wave moaning hide his head
• 1:35:44
  Speaker 4: all torn and shivered underneath his lonely cave. So the
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  Speaker 4: soul within me glances at the tides of purpose, where
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  Speaker 4: they creep, dashed to fragments, by the yawning ridges circling
• 1:35:58
  Speaker 4: life's tempestuous deep. Oh, the tattered leaves are dropping, dropping
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  Speaker 4: round me like a fall of rain, while the dust
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  Speaker 4: of many a broken aspiration sweeps my troubled brain with
• 1:36:12
  Speaker 4: the yearnings after beauty, and the longings to be good
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  Speaker 4: and great, and the thoughts of catching fortune flying on
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  Speaker 4: the tardy wings.
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  Speaker 2: Of fate.
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  Speaker 4: Bells beyond the distant forest chiming. Where is all the
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  Speaker 4: inspiration now that was wont to flush my forehead and
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  Speaker 4: to chase the pallor for my brow? Did I not
• 1:36:34
  Speaker 4: amongst these thickets weave my thoughts and passions into rhyme,
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  Speaker 4: trusting that the words were golden, hoping for the praise
• 1:36:43
  Speaker 4: of after time? Where have all those fancies fled to?
• 1:36:49
  Speaker 4: Can the fond delusion linger still when the evening withers
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  Speaker 4: o'er me and the night is creeping up the hill?
• 1:36:56
  Speaker 4: If the years of strength have left me and my
• 1:36:59
  Speaker 4: life begins to fail and fade, who will learn my
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  Speaker 4: simple ballads? Who will stay to sing the songs I've made?
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  Speaker 2: Bells beyond the forest ringing?
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  Speaker 4: Lo I hasten to the world again, For the sun
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  Speaker 4: has smoked the empty windows, and the day is on
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  Speaker 4: the wane. Here I not a dreamy echo sighing through
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  Speaker 4: the rafters of the tree, like a sound of stormy rivers,
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  Speaker 4: or ravings of a restless sea. Should I loiter here
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  Speaker 4: to listen while this fitful wind is on the wing? No,
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  Speaker 4: the heart of time is sobbing, and my spirit is.
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  Speaker 2: A withered thing.
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  Speaker 4: Let the rapid torrents tumble, Let the woodlands whistle in
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  Speaker 4: the blast. Mighty minstrels sing behind me, But the promise
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  Speaker 4: of my youth is past.
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  Speaker 2: End of poem.
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  Speaker 4: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: Omara by Henry Kendall read for LibriVox dot Org by
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  Speaker 6: Heather James. Alone, alone, with a heart like a stone,
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  Speaker 6: She maketh her moan at the feet of the trees,
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  Speaker 6: with her face on her knees, and her hair streaming
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  Speaker 6: over wildly, and wildly and wildly, for she misses the
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  Speaker 6: tracks of her lover. Do you hear her ol maarra oh?
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  Speaker 6: Where other tracks of her lover go by go by?
• 1:38:40
  Speaker 6: They have told her a lie who said he was
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  Speaker 6: nigh in the white cedar glen, in the camps of
• 1:38:46
  Speaker 6: his men. And she sitteth there, weeping, weeping and weeping
• 1:38:52
  Speaker 6: and weeping for the face of a warrior sleeping. Do
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  Speaker 6: you hear her ol maara Oh? Where is her warrior sleeping?
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  Speaker 6: A dream? A dream that they saw a bright gleam
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  Speaker 6: through the dusk bough's stream where the wild bees dwell,
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  Speaker 6: and a tomahawk fell in moons which have faded, faded
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  Speaker 6: and faded and faded from woods where a chieftain lies shaded?
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  Speaker 6: Do you hear her? Al mara Oh? Where doth her chieftain,
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  Speaker 6: lie shaded bewail, bewail who whispered a tale that they
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  Speaker 6: heard on the gale, through the dark and the cold,
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  Speaker 6: the voice of the bold, and a boomerang, flying, flying,
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  Speaker 6: and flying and flying. Ah, her heart, it is wasted
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  Speaker 6: with crying. Do you hear her? Al Mara, Oh, her heart,
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  Speaker 6: it is wasted with crying. End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 6: is in the public domain. The Maid of Gerringon by
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  Speaker 6: Henry Kendall Red for LibriVox dot Org by Heather James.
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  Speaker 6: Rolling through the gloomy gorges, comes the roaring southern blast,
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  Speaker 6: with a sound of torrents flying like our routed army
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  Speaker 6: past and beneath the shaggy forelands, Strange fantastic forms of
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  Speaker 6: surf fly, like wild hounds at the darkness, crouching over sea,
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  Speaker 6: and earth swooping round the sunken caverns, with an aggravated roar,
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  Speaker 6: falling where the waters tumble, foaming on a screaming shore.
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  Speaker 6: In a night like this we parted, eyes were wet,
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  Speaker 6: though speech was low, and our thoughts were all in
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  Speaker 6: mourning for the dear dead long ago. In a night
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  Speaker 6: like this we parted, hearts were sad though they were young,
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  Speaker 6: and you left me very lonely. Dark haired Maid of Gerringon,
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  Speaker 6: said my darling, looking at me through the radiance of
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  Speaker 6: her tears. Many changes, o, my loved one, we will
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  Speaker 6: meet in after years. Changes like to sudden sunbursts flashing
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  Speaker 6: down a rainy steep, changes like to swift winged shadows
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  Speaker 6: falling on a moony deep And they are so cheerless,
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  Speaker 6: sometimes leaving when they pass us by, deepening dolors on
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  Speaker 6: the sweet sad face of our humanity. But you will
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  Speaker 6: hope and fail and faint not with that heart so
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  Speaker 6: warm and true, watching for the coming morning that will
• 1:41:45
  Speaker 6: flood the world for you. Listening through a thirsty silence,
• 1:41:50
  Speaker 6: till the low winds bear along eager footfalls, pleasant voices,
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  Speaker 6: said the Maid of Gerringong, said my darling, when the
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  Speaker 6: wind came sobbing wildly round the eaves. Oh the purpose
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  Speaker 6: scattered from me like the withered autumn leaves. Oh the
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  Speaker 6: wreck of love's ambition. Oh the fond and full belief
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  Speaker 6: that I yet should hear them hail you in your land,
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  Speaker 6: a god made chief. In the loud day. They may slumber,
• 1:42:24
  Speaker 6: but my thoughts will not be still, when the weary
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  Speaker 6: world is sleeping and the moon is on the hill,
• 1:42:32
  Speaker 6: then your form will bend above me. Then your voice
• 1:42:36
  Speaker 6: will rise and fall. Though I turn and hide in
• 1:42:40
  Speaker 6: darkness with my face against the wall, and my soul
• 1:42:45
  Speaker 6: must rise and listen while those homeless memories throng moaning
• 1:42:51
  Speaker 6: in the night or shelter, said the Maid of gerring On.
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  Speaker 6: Ay she passed away and left me rising through the
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  Speaker 6: dusk of tears, came a vision of that parting every
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  Speaker 6: day for many years, every day, though she had told
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  Speaker 6: me not to court the strange sweet pain, something whispered,
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  Speaker 6: Something led me to our olden haunts again. And I
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  Speaker 6: used to wander nightly by the surges and the ships,
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  Speaker 6: harping on those last fond accents that had trembled from
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  Speaker 6: her lips. Till a vessel crossed the waters, and I
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  Speaker 6: heard a stranger say, one you loved has died in silence,
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  Speaker 6: with her dear face turned away. Oh the eyes that
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  Speaker 6: flash upon me, and the voice that comes along, Oh
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  Speaker 6: my light, my life, my darling, dark haired maid of
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  Speaker 6: gerring On. Some one saith o you that mocketh passion
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  Speaker 6: with the worldly wine, Would you change the face of nature.
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  Speaker 6: Would you limit God's design? Hide for shame from well
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  Speaker 6: raised clamor moderate fools who would be wise? Hide for shame?
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  Speaker 6: The world will hoot you. Love is love and never dies.
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  Speaker 6: And another asketh, doubting that my brother speaks the truth.
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  Speaker 6: Can we love in age as fondly as we did
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  Speaker 6: in days of youth? Will dead faces always haunt us
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  Speaker 6: in the time of faltering breath? Shall we yearn and
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  Speaker 6: we so feeble?
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  Speaker 5: Ay?
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  Speaker 6: For love is love in death? Oh the faith with
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  Speaker 6: sure foundation, Let the ages roll along. You are mine
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  Speaker 6: and mine forever, dark haired maid of Gerring. On last night, dear,
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  Speaker 6: I dreamt about you, and I thought that, far from men,
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  Speaker 6: we were walking both together in a fragrant seaside glen,
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  Speaker 6: down where we could hear the surges wailing round the
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  Speaker 6: castled cliffs, down where we could see the sunset reddening
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  Speaker 6: on the distant skiffs. There a fall of mountain waters
• 1:45:23
  Speaker 6: tumbled through the knotted bowers, bright with rainbow colors, reeling
• 1:45:28
  Speaker 6: on the purple forest flowers. And we rested on the
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  Speaker 6: benches of a cavern, old and hoar, and I whispered,
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  Speaker 6: this is surely her I loved in days of yore falls.
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  Speaker 6: He was who brought sad tidings? Why were you away
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  Speaker 6: so long when you knew who waited for you, Dark
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  Speaker 6: haired Maid of gerring On. Did the strangers come around
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  Speaker 6: you in the far off foreign land? Did they need
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  Speaker 6: you out of sorrow? With kind face and loving hand?
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  Speaker 6: Had they pleasant ways to court you, had thy silver
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  Speaker 6: words to bind? Had they souls more fond and loyal
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  Speaker 6: than the soul you left behind? Do not think I
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  Speaker 6: blame you, dear one. Ah, My heart is gushing o'er
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  Speaker 6: with the sudden joy and wonder thus to see your
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  Speaker 6: face once more happy is the chance which joins us
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  Speaker 6: after long, long years of pain? And oh, blessed was
• 1:46:36
  Speaker 6: whatever sent you back to me again? Now our pleasure
• 1:46:42
  Speaker 6: will be real, Now our hopes again are young. Now
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  Speaker 6: we'll climb life's brightest summits, Dark haired Maid of gerring On,
• 1:46:55
  Speaker 6: in the sound of many footfalls? Did you falter with
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  Speaker 6: regret for a up which used to gladden in the
• 1:47:02
  Speaker 6: time so vivid? Yet when they left you in the
• 1:47:05
  Speaker 6: night hours, did you lie awake like me with the
• 1:47:09
  Speaker 6: thoughts of what we had been, what we never more
• 1:47:13
  Speaker 6: could be? Ah, you look, but do not answer, while
• 1:47:17
  Speaker 6: I halt in question here, wondering why I am so happy,
• 1:47:23
  Speaker 6: doubting that you are so near. Sure, these eyes with
• 1:47:28
  Speaker 6: love are blinded, for your form is waxing, faint, and
• 1:47:34
  Speaker 6: a dreamy splendor crowns it like the halo round a saint.
• 1:47:40
  Speaker 6: When I talk of what will be and new aspirations, throng,
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  Speaker 6: why are you so sadly silent, dark haired Maid of
• 1:47:50
  Speaker 6: carrying on? But she faded into sunset, and the sunset
• 1:47:57
  Speaker 6: passed from sight, and I followed madly after through the misty,
• 1:48:02
  Speaker 6: moony night, crying, do not leave me lonely. Life has
• 1:48:07
  Speaker 6: been so cold and drear. You are all that God
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  Speaker 6: has left me, and I want you to be near.
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  Speaker 6: Do not leave me in the darkness. I have walked
• 1:48:17
  Speaker 6: a weary way, listening for your truant footsteps. Turn and stay,
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  Speaker 6: my darling. Stay. But she came not though I waited,
• 1:48:29
  Speaker 6: watching through a splendid haze where the lovely phantom halted
• 1:48:35
  Speaker 6: ere she vanished from my gaze. Then I thought that
• 1:48:40
  Speaker 6: rain was falling, for there rose a stormy song, and
• 1:48:46
  Speaker 6: I woke in gloom and tempest, Dark haired Maid of
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  Speaker 6: gerring On end of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 6: public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Watching by Henry Kendall readfolibrivox dot org by Leonard Wilson
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  Speaker 7: of Springfield, Ohio. Like a beautiful face looking ever at me,
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  Speaker 7: A pure bright moon cometh over the sea, and I
• 1:49:23
  Speaker 7: stand on the crags and hear the falls go tumbling
• 1:49:27
  Speaker 7: down through the black river walls, and the heart of
• 1:49:31
  Speaker 7: the gorge is rent with the cry of the pent
• 1:49:34
  Speaker 7: up winds in their agony. You are far from me, dear,
• 1:49:40
  Speaker 7: where I watch and wait like a weary bird for
• 1:49:43
  Speaker 7: a long lost mate. And my life is as dull
• 1:49:48
  Speaker 7: as the sluggish stream feeling its way through a world
• 1:49:52
  Speaker 7: of dream For here is a waste of darkness and fear.
• 1:49:59
  Speaker 7: And I call, and I call, but no one will hear, Oh,
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  Speaker 7: darling of mine? Do you ever yearn for a something
• 1:50:07
  Speaker 7: lost which will never return, oh darling of mine? On
• 1:50:13
  Speaker 7: the grave of dead hours? Do you feel like me
• 1:50:17
  Speaker 7: for a handful of flowers through the glens of the past.
• 1:50:22
  Speaker 7: Do you wander along like a restless ghost that hath
• 1:50:26
  Speaker 7: done wrong? And lying alone? Do you look from the
• 1:50:30
  Speaker 7: drowth of a thirsty life with the pleading mouth, when
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  Speaker 7: the rains on the roof and the gales are abroad.
• 1:50:39
  Speaker 7: Do you wash with your tears the feet of your God?
• 1:50:44
  Speaker 7: Oh I know you do, And he sitteth a lone,
• 1:50:49
  Speaker 7: your wounded love, while you mourn and moan, Oh I
• 1:50:55
  Speaker 7: know you do, And he never will leap from his
• 1:50:59
  Speaker 7: silence with smiles. While you weep and weep your coolness.
• 1:51:07
  Speaker 7: Shake down, ye, gathered green leaves, For my spirit is
• 1:51:12
  Speaker 7: faint with the love that it grieves. Is there aught
• 1:51:16
  Speaker 7: on the summit, o yearner through night, aught on the
• 1:51:20
  Speaker 7: summit which looks like the light. When my soul is
• 1:51:24
  Speaker 7: a wearied and lone in the land groping around, will
• 1:51:28
  Speaker 7: it touch a kind hand? There are chasms between us,
• 1:51:34
  Speaker 7: as black as a pall. But bring us together, oh
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  Speaker 7: God over all, and let me cast from me these
• 1:51:42
  Speaker 7: fetters of fear when I hear the glad singing of
• 1:51:46
  Speaker 7: faith so near. For I know by the cheeks which
• 1:51:51
  Speaker 7: are pallid and wet, and a listening life we shall mangle. Yet, Oh,
• 1:51:57
  Speaker 7: then I will turn to those elloques eyes and clasp
• 1:52:02
  Speaker 7: thee close with a sweet surprise, and the guests will
• 1:52:07
  Speaker 7: go in by the heart's holy door, and the chambers
• 1:52:11
  Speaker 7: of love shall be left no more. And a poem
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  Speaker 7: This recording is in the public domain.
• 1:52:27
  Speaker 6: The Apossum Hunters by Henry Kendall read for LibriVox dot
• 1:52:31
  Speaker 6: Org by Heather James. Hear ye, not the water's beating,
• 1:52:35
  Speaker 6: where the rapid rivers meeting with the winds above them,
• 1:52:38
  Speaker 6: fleeting hurry to the distant seas, and a smothered sound
• 1:52:42
  Speaker 6: of singing from old ocean upwards, springing, sending hollow echoes
• 1:52:47
  Speaker 6: ringing like a wailing on the breeze. For the tempest
• 1:52:51
  Speaker 6: round us, brewing cometh with the clouds pursuing, and the
• 1:52:55
  Speaker 6: bright day like a ruin, crumbles from the mournful trees.
• 1:53:00
  Speaker 6: When the thunder ceases pealing, and the stars up heaven
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  Speaker 6: are stealing, and the moon above us wheeling throws her
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  Speaker 6: pleasant glances round from our homes, we boldly sally neath
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  Speaker 6: the trysting tree to rally for a night hunt up
• 1:53:15
  Speaker 6: the valley with our brothers and the hound, through a
• 1:53:18
  Speaker 6: wild eyed forest, staring at the light above it glaring.
• 1:53:22
  Speaker 6: We will travel, little, caring for the dangers where we bound.
• 1:53:27
  Speaker 6: Twisted boughs shall tremble o'er us, hollow woods shall moan
• 1:53:31
  Speaker 6: before us, and the torrents like a chorus down, the
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  Speaker 6: gorgeous dark shall sing, and the vines shall shake and shiver,
• 1:53:40
  Speaker 6: and the startled grasses quiver like the reeds beside a
• 1:53:44
  Speaker 6: river in the gusty days of spring. While we forward,
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  Speaker 6: haste delighted through a region seldom lighted, souls impatient hearts
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  Speaker 6: excited like a wind upon the wing. Oh the solemn
• 1:53:58
  Speaker 6: tones of ocean, like the language of devotion, or a
• 1:54:02
  Speaker 6: voice of deep emotion. Wander round the evening scene, Oh,
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  Speaker 6: the ragged shadows cluster, where my brothers we must muster. Ere.
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  Speaker 6: The warm moon lends her luster to the cedars darkly green,
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  Speaker 6: and the lights like flowers shall blossom in high Heaven's
• 1:54:19
  Speaker 6: kindly bosom, while we hunt the wild apossum underneath its
• 1:54:24
  Speaker 6: leafy screen, underneath the woven bowers, where the gloomy night
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  Speaker 6: hawk cowers through a lapse of dreamy hours in a
• 1:54:32
  Speaker 6: sterless solitude. And the hound that close beside us still
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  Speaker 6: will stay whate'er betide us through a wildering waste, shall
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  Speaker 6: guide us through a maze where few and trude, till
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  Speaker 6: the game is chaste to cover, till the stirring sport
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  Speaker 6: is over, till we bound each happy rover homeward down
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  Speaker 6: the laughing wood. Oh, the joy and wandering thither, when
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  Speaker 6: fond friends are altogether and our souls are like the weather, cloudless,
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  Speaker 6: clear and fresh and free. Let the sailors sing the
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  Speaker 6: story of the ancient ocean's glory, forests, golden mountains. Hoary,
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  Speaker 6: can he look and love like we sordid worldling haunt
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  Speaker 6: thy city with that heart so hard and gritty. There
• 1:55:22
  Speaker 6: are those who turn with pity when they turn to
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  Speaker 6: think of thee end of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 6: the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: In the Depths of a Forest by Henry Kendall read
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  Speaker 7: Forliebervox dot Org by Leonard Wilson of Springfield, Ohio. In
• 1:55:49
  Speaker 7: the depths of a forest, secluded and wild, the night
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  Speaker 7: voices whisper and passionate numbers. And I'm leaning again as
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  Speaker 7: I did a child, or the grave where my father
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  Speaker 7: so quietly slumbers. The years sever oled by with a
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  Speaker 7: thundering sound. But I knew o ye Woodland's affection, would
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  Speaker 7: know it. And the spot which I stand on is
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  Speaker 7: sanctified ground by the love that I bear to him
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  Speaker 7: sleeping below it. Oh well, may the winds with a
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  Speaker 7: saddening moan go fitfully over the branches, so dreary and well.
• 1:56:36
  Speaker 7: May I kneel by the time shattered stone and rejoice
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  Speaker 7: that a rest has been found for the weary and
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  Speaker 7: a poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 8: To Charles Happa by Henry Kendall read Rox dot Org
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  Speaker 8: by Algiepag I would sit at your feet for long
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  Speaker 8: days to hear the sweet muse of the wild speak
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  Speaker 8: out through the sad and the passionate lays of her
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  Speaker 8: first and her favorite child. I would sit at your feet,
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  Speaker 8: for my soul delights in the solitudes free, and I
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  Speaker 8: stand where the creeks and the cataracts roll, whensoever I
• 1:57:25
  Speaker 8: listen to thee I would sit at your feet, for
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  Speaker 8: I love by the gulches and torrents to Rome, and
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  Speaker 8: I long in this city for woodland and grove and
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  Speaker 8: the peace of a wild forest home. I would sit
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  Speaker 8: at your feet, and we dwell on the scenes of
• 1:57:42
  Speaker 8: a long vanished time, while your thoughts into music would
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  Speaker 8: surge and would swell like a breeze of our beautiful clime.
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  Speaker 8: I would sit at your feet, for I know, though
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  Speaker 8: the world in the present be blind, that the Amaranth
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  Speaker 8: blossoms of promise will blow when the ages have left
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  Speaker 8: you behind. I would sit at your feet, for I
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  Speaker 8: feel I am one of a glorious band that ever
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  Speaker 8: will own you and hold you their chief, and a
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  Speaker 8: monarch of song in the land. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 8: recording is in the public domain. The River and the
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  Speaker 8: Hill by Henry Kendall read for Libbyvaux dot Org by
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  Speaker 8: algiepug And they shook their sweetness out in their sleep
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  Speaker 8: on the brink of that beautiful stream. But it wandered
• 1:58:38
  Speaker 8: along with a wearisome song, like a lover that walks
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  Speaker 8: in a dream. So the roses blew when the winds
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  Speaker 8: went through in the moonlight, so white and so still.
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  Speaker 8: But the river it beat all night at the feet
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  Speaker 8: of a cold and flinty hill, of a hard and
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  Speaker 8: senseless hill. I said, we have offered, showered our loves
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  Speaker 8: upon something as dry as the dust. And the faith
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  Speaker 8: that is crossed, and the hearts that are lost. Oh,
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  Speaker 8: how can we wittingly trust like the stream which flows
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  Speaker 8: and waiales as it goes through the moonlight, so white
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  Speaker 8: and so still, to beat and to beat or night
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  Speaker 8: at the feet of a cold and flinty hill, of
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  Speaker 8: a hard and senseless hill. River, I stay where the
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  Speaker 8: sweet roses blow and drink of their pleasant perfumes. Oh,
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  Speaker 8: why do you moan in this wide world alone? When
• 1:59:37
  Speaker 8: so much affection here blooms? The winds wax faint, and
• 1:59:42
  Speaker 8: the moon like a saint, glides over the woodlands, so
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  Speaker 8: white and so still. But you beat, and you beat
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  Speaker 8: all night at the feet of that cold and flinty hill,
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  Speaker 8: of that hard and senseless hill. End a poem. This
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  Speaker 8: recording is in the public domain. The Fate of the
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  Speaker 8: Explorers by Henry Kendall read forlibrivox dot org by Algaepug
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  Speaker 8: A fragment. Set your face toward the darkness. Tell of
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  Speaker 8: deserts weird and wide, where unshaken woods are huddled and low,
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  Speaker 8: languid waters glide. Turn and tell of deserts lonely, lying, pathless,
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  Speaker 8: deep and vast, where in utter silence ever time seems
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  Speaker 8: slowly breathing past, silence only broken when the sun is
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  Speaker 8: fleck'd with cloudy bars, or when tropic squalls come hurtly
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  Speaker 8: underneath the sultry stars. Deserts thorny, hot and thirsty, where
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  Speaker 8: the feet of men are strange and eternal nature sleeps
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  Speaker 8: in solitudes which know no change. Weakened with their lengthened labors,
• 2:01:03
  Speaker 8: passed long plains of stone and sand. Down those trackless wilds,
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  Speaker 8: they wandered travelers from a far off land, seeking now
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  Speaker 8: to join their brothers, Struggling on with faltering feet, for
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  Speaker 8: a glorious work was finished and a noble task complete,
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  Speaker 8: And they dreamt of welcome faces, dreamt that soon, unto
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  Speaker 8: their ears, friendly greetings would be thronging with the nation's
• 2:01:29
  Speaker 8: well earned cheers, since their courage never failed them. But
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  Speaker 8: with high, unflinching soul, each was pressing forward, hoping, trusting,
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  Speaker 8: all should reach the goal. Though he rallied in the morning,
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  Speaker 8: long before the close of day, he had sunk the
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  Speaker 8: worn out hero, fainting, dying by the way, but with
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  Speaker 8: deathy wrestled hardly three times. Rising from the sod, yet
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  Speaker 8: a little further onward 'er the weary waste, he trod,
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  Speaker 8: facing fate with heart undaunted. Still, the chief would totter
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  Speaker 8: on till the evening closed about him, till the strength
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  Speaker 8: to move was gone. Then he penned his latest writings,
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  Speaker 8: and before his life was spent, gave the records to
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  Speaker 8: his comrade, gave the watch he said was lent, gave
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  Speaker 8: them with his last commandments, charging him that night to
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  Speaker 8: stay and let him lie unburied. When the soul had
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  Speaker 8: passed away through that night he uttered little rambling were
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  Speaker 8: the words he spoke, and he turned and died in silence.
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  Speaker 8: When the tardy morning broke. Many memories come together, whilst
• 2:02:43
  Speaker 8: in sight of death we dwell, much of sweet and
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  Speaker 8: sad reflection through the weary mind must well as those
• 2:02:50
  Speaker 8: long hours glided past him till the east with light
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  Speaker 8: was fraught. Who may know the mournful secret? Who can
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  Speaker 8: tell us what he thought? Very lone and very wretched
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  Speaker 8: was the brave man left behind, wandering over leagues of
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  Speaker 8: waste land, seeking hoping help to find, sleeping in deserted whirlies,
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  Speaker 8: Fearful many night falls through lest unfriendly hand should rob
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  Speaker 8: him of his horde of wild nadou. Ere he reached
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  Speaker 8: their old encampment, ere the well known spot was gained.
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  Speaker 8: Something nerved him, Something whispered that his other chief remained.
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  Speaker 8: So he searched for food to give him, trusting they
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  Speaker 8: might both survive. Till he aid so long expected from
• 2:03:39
  Speaker 8: the cities should arrive, So he searched for food and
• 2:03:43
  Speaker 8: took it to the Gunya, where he found silence, broken
• 2:03:47
  Speaker 8: by his footfalls, death and darkness on the ground, Weak
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  Speaker 8: and wearied with his journey. There the lone survivors stooped,
• 2:03:58
  Speaker 8: and the disappointment bowed him, and his heart, with sadness, drooped,
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  Speaker 8: and he rose and raked a hollow with his wasted,
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  Speaker 8: feeble hands, where he took and hid the hero in
• 2:04:09
  Speaker 8: the rushes and the sands. But he, like a brother,
• 2:04:13
  Speaker 8: laid him out of reach of wind and rain. And
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  Speaker 8: for many days he sojourned near him on that wild
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  Speaker 8: faced plain, whilst he stayed beside the ruin, whilst he
• 2:04:24
  Speaker 8: lingered with the dead. Oh, he must have sat in shadow,
• 2:04:28
  Speaker 8: gloomy as the tears he shed, where o Nobleberke was lying,
• 2:04:34
  Speaker 8: where his sad companion stood. Came the natives of the forest.
• 2:04:38
  Speaker 8: Came the wild men of the wood. Down, they looked
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  Speaker 8: and saw the stranger, he who there in quiet slept down.
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  Speaker 8: They knelt and aer the sheaftain. Bitterly, they moaned and wept,
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  Speaker 8: bitterly they mourned to see him, all uncover'd to the blast,
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  Speaker 8: all uncover'd to the tempest as it wailed and whistled past,
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  Speaker 8: And they shrouded him with bushes so in death that
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  Speaker 8: he might lie like a warrior of their nation, sheltered
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  Speaker 8: from the stormy sky. Ye must rise and sing their praises,
• 2:05:12
  Speaker 8: o ye bards, with souls of fire, For the people's
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  Speaker 8: voice shall echo through the wailings of your lyre, and
• 2:05:19
  Speaker 8: will welcome back their comrade. Though our eyes with tears
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  Speaker 8: be blind at the thoughts of promise perish'd and the
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  Speaker 8: shadow left behind. Now the leaves are bleaching round them.
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  Speaker 8: Now the gales above them glide. But the end was
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  Speaker 8: all accomplished, and their fame is far and wide. Though
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  Speaker 8: this fadeless glory cannot hide a grateful nation's grief. And
• 2:05:43
  Speaker 8: their laurels have been blended with a gloomy cypress leaf.
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  Speaker 8: Let them rest where they have labor'd. But my country
• 2:05:52
  Speaker 8: mourn and moan. We must build, with human sorrow, grander
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  Speaker 8: monuments than stone. Let them rest, for oh, remember that
• 2:06:02
  Speaker 8: in long hereafter time, sons of sides oft shall wander
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  Speaker 8: o'er that solitary clime. City's bright shall rise about it,
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  Speaker 8: age and beauty there shall stray, and the fathers of
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  Speaker 8: the people, pointing to the graves, shall say, here they
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  Speaker 8: fell the glorious martyrs when these plains for woodlands deep,
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  Speaker 8: Here a friend, a brother laid them. Here the wild
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  Speaker 8: men came to weep. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 8: in the public domain. Lewlin by Henry Kendall, Bread for
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  Speaker 8: Libbyvox dot Org by algiepug inscribed to Madame Lucy Escott.
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  Speaker 8: As you glided and glided before us that time, a mystical,
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  Speaker 8: magical maiden, we fancied. We looked on a face from
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  Speaker 8: the clime where the poets have builded their aidan, And
• 2:07:04
  Speaker 8: oh the sweet shadows, and oh the warm gleams which
• 2:07:08
  Speaker 8: lay on the land of our beautiful dreams. While we
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  Speaker 8: walked by the margins of musical streams and heard your
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  Speaker 8: wild warbling around us. We forgot what we were when
• 2:07:20
  Speaker 8: we stood with the trees near the banks of those
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  Speaker 8: silvery waters, as ever in fragments, they came on the breeze,
• 2:07:28
  Speaker 8: the songs of old Rhine and his daughters. And then
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  Speaker 8: you would pass with those radiant eyes which flashed like
• 2:07:35
  Speaker 8: a light in the tropical skies. And are the bright
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  Speaker 8: thoughts that would sparkle and rise while we heard your
• 2:07:43
  Speaker 8: wild warbling around us. Will you ever fly back to
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  Speaker 8: the city of ours with your harp and your voice
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  Speaker 8: and your beauty. God knows we rejoice when we meet
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  Speaker 8: with such flowers on the hard road of life and
• 2:07:59
  Speaker 8: of duty. Oh, come as you did with that face
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  Speaker 8: and that tone. For we wistfully look to the hours
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  Speaker 8: which have flown, and long for a glimpse of the
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  Speaker 8: gladness that shone when we heard your wild warbling around us.
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  Speaker 8: End of poem. This recordings in the public Domain Under
• 2:08:27
  Speaker 8: the Fig Tree by Henry Kendall, read for Libbyvox dot
• 2:08:31
  Speaker 8: Org by Algiepug. Like drifts of balm from seeded glens,
• 2:08:37
  Speaker 8: those darling memories come with soft, low songs and dear
• 2:08:41
  Speaker 8: old tales familiar to our home. Then breathe again that
• 2:08:45
  Speaker 8: faint refrain, so tender, sad and true. My soul turns
• 2:08:50
  Speaker 8: round with listening eyes unto the harp and you. The
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  Speaker 8: fragments of a broken past are floating down the tide,
• 2:08:58
  Speaker 8: And she comes gleaming through the dark. My love, my life,
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  Speaker 8: my bride. Oh sit and sing, I know her well,
• 2:09:08
  Speaker 8: That phantom deadly fair, with large surprise and sudden sighs,
• 2:09:14
  Speaker 8: and streaming midnight hair. I know her well for face
• 2:09:18
  Speaker 8: to face we stood amongst the sheaves, our voices mingling
• 2:09:22
  Speaker 8: with a mist of music in the leaves. I know
• 2:09:25
  Speaker 8: her well. For hand in hand we walked beside the
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  Speaker 8: sea and heard the huddling waters boom beneath this old
• 2:09:33
  Speaker 8: fig tree. God help the man that goes abroad amongst
• 2:09:37
  Speaker 8: the windy pines and wanders like a gloomy bat, where
• 2:09:41
  Speaker 8: never morning shines, that steals about amidst the rout of
• 2:09:46
  Speaker 8: broken stones and graves. When round the cliffs the merry
• 2:09:50
  Speaker 8: skiffs go scudding through the waves, When down the bay
• 2:09:54
  Speaker 8: the children play and scamper on the sand, and life
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  Speaker 8: and mirth, illumine earth and beauty fills the land. God
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  Speaker 8: help the man he only hears and fears the sleepless
• 2:10:08
  Speaker 8: cries of smitten love, of homeless love, and moaning memories. Oh,
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  Speaker 8: when a rhyme of olden time is sung by one
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  Speaker 8: so dear, I feel again the sweetest pain I've known
• 2:10:21
  Speaker 8: for many a year. And from a deep dulcya of sleep,
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  Speaker 8: faint fancies come to me, and I forget how lone
• 2:10:29
  Speaker 8: we sit beneath this old fig tree. End of poem.
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  Speaker 8: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Drowned at Sea by Henry Kendall, read for LibriVox dot
• 2:10:49
  Speaker 4: Org by Larry Wilson. Gloomy cliffs, so worn and wasted
• 2:10:56
  Speaker 4: with the washing of the waves, Are ye not giant
• 2:11:00
  Speaker 4: tombstones round those lonely ocean graves? Are ye not the
• 2:11:06
  Speaker 4: sad memorials telling of a mighty grief, dark with wrecords
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  Speaker 4: ground and lettered into carven rock and reef. Oh ye
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  Speaker 4: show them, and I know them and my thoughts in morning,
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  Speaker 4: Go down amongst your sunless chasms, deep into the surf below.
• 2:11:25
  Speaker 4: Oh ye bear them and declare them, and o'er every
• 2:11:28
  Speaker 4: cleft and scar I have wept for dear dead brothers
• 2:11:31
  Speaker 4: perished in the lost dunbar. Ye smitten ye, battered and
• 2:11:38
  Speaker 4: splintered and shattered cliffs of the sea, restless ways so
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  Speaker 4: dim with dreams of sudden storms and gusty surge roaring
• 2:11:47
  Speaker 4: like a gathered whirlwind reeling round a mountain verge, Were
• 2:11:51
  Speaker 4: ye not like loosened maniacs In the night when Beauty
• 2:11:55
  Speaker 4: Pale called upon her God, beseeching through the uproar of
• 2:11:59
  Speaker 4: the gale, were ye not like maddened demons, While young
• 2:12:05
  Speaker 4: children faint with fear, cried and cried and cried for succor,
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  Speaker 4: and no helping hand was near.
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  Speaker 2: Oh, the sorrow of the morrow.
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  Speaker 4: Lamentations near and far, Oh the sobs for dear dead
• 2:12:21
  Speaker 4: sisters perished in the lost dunbar, Ye ruthless, unsated and
• 2:12:27
  Speaker 4: hateful and hated waves of the sea. Ay, we stooped
• 2:12:33
  Speaker 4: and moaned in darkness. Eyes might strain, and hearts might
• 2:12:38
  Speaker 4: plead for their darlings, crying wildly, They would never rise
• 2:12:43
  Speaker 4: nor heed.
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  Speaker 6: Iy.
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  Speaker 4: We yearned into their faces, looking for the life in vain,
• 2:12:49
  Speaker 4: wailing like to children blinded with a mist of sudden pain.
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  Speaker 4: Dear hands clenched, and dear eyes rigid in a stern
• 2:12:58
  Speaker 4: and stony stare, dear lips white from past affliction, dead
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  Speaker 4: to all our mad despair. Ah, the groanin and the
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  Speaker 4: moaning of the thoughts which rise in tears when we
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  Speaker 4: turn to all those loved ones looking backward five long years,
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  Speaker 4: the fathers and mothers, the sisters and brothers drowned at sea.
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  Speaker 2: End of poem.
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  Speaker 4: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 9: Morning in the bush a juvenile fragment by Henry Kendall
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  Speaker 9: read the LibriVox dot Org by Peter Tucker. Above the
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  Speaker 9: skirts of yellow clouds, the godlike sun, arrayed in blinding splendor,
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  Speaker 9: swiftly rose and looked athwart the glade. The sleepy dingo
• 2:13:56
  Speaker 9: watched him break the bonds that curbed his flight, and
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  Speaker 9: from his golden tresses shake the fading gems of night,
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  Speaker 9: and wild goeburahs laughed aloud their merry morning songs, as
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  Speaker 9: echo answered in the depths with a thousand thousand tongues,
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  Speaker 9: the gully depths where many a vine of ancient growth
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  Speaker 9: had crept to cluster around the hoary pine, where scanty
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  Speaker 9: mosses wept. Huge stones and damp and broken crags in
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  Speaker 9: wild chaotic heap were lying at the barren base of
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  Speaker 9: the ferny hillside steep Between those fragments, hollows lay up,
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  Speaker 9: filled with fruitful ground, where many a modest flower it
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  Speaker 9: grew to scent. The wind breaths round as fertile patches
• 2:14:37
  Speaker 9: bloom within a dried and worldly heart. When some that
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  Speaker 9: look can only see the cold, the barren part, the
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  Speaker 9: miser full with thoughts of gain the meanest of his race,
• 2:14:48
  Speaker 9: may in his breast some verdure hide, though none that
• 2:14:51
  Speaker 9: verdure trace. Where time worn cliffs were jutting out with
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  Speaker 9: rough and ragged edges, the snowy mountain lily slept beneath
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  Speaker 9: the ear ledges, like some sweet Oriental maid who blindly
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  Speaker 9: deems it duty to wear a veil before her face
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  Speaker 9: and hide her peerless beauty, or like to innocence that
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  Speaker 9: thrives in midst of sin and sorrows, nor from the
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  Speaker 9: cheerless scene around the least infection borrows, but stayeth out
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  Speaker 9: her mortal life, though in that lifetime lonely, with virtues
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  Speaker 9: luster round her heart, and virtues luster only a patch
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  Speaker 9: of sunshine. Here and there lay on a leaf strewn
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  Speaker 9: water pool, whose tribute trickled down the rocks in gurgling ripples,
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  Speaker 9: clear and cool as iguanas from the clefts would steal
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  Speaker 9: along with rustling sound, to where the restless eddies roamed
• 2:15:40
  Speaker 9: amongst the arrowy rushes round, while scanning them with angry eyes.
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  Speaker 9: From off a fallen myrtle log that branchless bridged the
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  Speaker 9: brushy creek. There stood and barked a shepherd's dog, and
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  Speaker 9: underneath a neighboring mass of wattles intertwining. His master lay
• 2:15:57
  Speaker 9: his back against the grassy bank's reclining beneath the shade
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  Speaker 9: of iron barks stretched o'er the valley's sloping bed. Half
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  Speaker 9: hidden in a tea tree scrub, a flock of dusky
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  Speaker 9: sheep were spread and fitful. Bleating faintly came on every
• 2:16:11
  Speaker 9: joyous breath of wind that up the stony hills would
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  Speaker 9: fly and leave the hollows far behind. Wild tones of
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  Speaker 9: music from the creek were intermingling with the breeze. The loud,
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  Speaker 9: rich lays of countless birds perched on the dark mimosa trees,
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  Speaker 9: those merry birds with wings of light which rival every
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  Speaker 9: golden ray out flashing from the lamps of night, or
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  Speaker 9: streaming o'er the brow of day. Amongst the gnarly apple trees,
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  Speaker 9: a gorgeous tribe of parrots came and screaming, leapt from
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  Speaker 9: bough to bough, like living jets of crimson flame, and
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  Speaker 9: where the hillside growing gums their weblike foliage upward through
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  Speaker 9: old nature rang with echoes from the loud voiced mountain cockertoo,
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  Speaker 9: and a thousand nameless twittering things between the rustling sapling
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  Speaker 9: sprays were flashing through the fragrant lys and dancing like
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  Speaker 9: the fabled face, rejoicing in the glorious light that beauteous
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  Speaker 9: morning had unfilled to make the heart of nature glad
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  Speaker 9: and clothed with smiles a weeping world. End of poem.
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  Speaker 9: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: The Girl I Left behind Me by Henry Kendall read
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  Speaker 7: for LibriVox dot Org by Leonard Wilson of springfielde Ohio.
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  Speaker 7: With sweet regret, the dearest thing that Yesterday has left us,
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  Speaker 7: we often turn our homeless eyes to scenes whence fate
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  Speaker 7: has reft us. Here, sitting by a fading flame, wild
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  Speaker 7: waifs of song remind me of Annie with her gentle ways.
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  Speaker 7: The Girl I Left behind Me. I stood beside the
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  Speaker 7: surging sea with lips of silent passion. I faced you
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  Speaker 7: by the surging sea, oh, brows of mild repression. I
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  Speaker 7: never said, my darling stay. The moments seemed to bind
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  Speaker 7: me to something stifling. All my words for the Girl
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  Speaker 7: I left behind me. The pathos worn by common things,
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  Speaker 7: by every wayside flower or autumn leaf on lonely winds
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  Speaker 7: revives the parting hour, Ye swooning thoughts without a voice,
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  Speaker 7: Ye tears which rose to blind me. Why did she
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  Speaker 7: fade into the dark, the girl I left behind me?
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  Speaker 7: At night they always come to me, the tender and truehearted.
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  Speaker 7: And in my dreams we join again, the hands which
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  Speaker 7: now are parted, and looking through the gates of sleep,
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  Speaker 7: the pleasant moon defined me forever wandering with my love,
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  Speaker 7: the girl I left behind me. You know my life
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  Speaker 7: is incomplete, oh far off faint ideal. When shall I
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  Speaker 7: reach you from a depth of darkness which is real?
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  Speaker 7: So I may mingle soul in soul with her that
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  Speaker 7: Heaven assigned me, so she may lean upon my love,
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  Speaker 7: the girl I left behind me? And a poem. This
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  Speaker 7: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 10: Amongst the Roses by Henry Kendall, read Forlibrevox dot Org
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  Speaker 10: by Lily Elizabeth. I walked through a forest beneath the
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  Speaker 10: hot noon on ethelne, calling and calling. One said she
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  Speaker 10: will hear you and come to you soon when the
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  Speaker 10: coolness my brother is falling. But I whispered, oh darling,
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  Speaker 10: I falter with pain, and the thirsty leaves rustled and
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  Speaker 10: hissed for the rain where a wayfarer halted and slept
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  Speaker 10: on the plain, and dreamt of a garden of roses,
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  Speaker 10: of a sweet cool place, and a nestling face in
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  Speaker 10: a dance, and a dazzle of roses, in the drought
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  Speaker 10: of a desert. Outwearied, I wept o ethe line, darkened
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  Speaker 10: with dullers, but folded in sunset? How long have you
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  Speaker 10: slept by the roses, all reeling with colors? A tree
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  Speaker 10: from its tresses, A blossom did shake, It fell on
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  Speaker 10: her face, and I feared she would wake, So I
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  Speaker 10: brushed it away for her sweet sake, in that garden
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  Speaker 10: of beautiful roses, in the dreamy perfumes from ripe red blooms,
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  Speaker 10: in a dance and dazzle of roses. End of palm.
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  Speaker 10: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 9: Sunset by Henry Kendall, read forlibrivox dot Org by Peter Tucker.
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  Speaker 9: It is better, o day, that you go to your rest,
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  Speaker 9: For you go, like a guest who was loath to remain.
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  Speaker 9: Swing open ye gates of the east and the west,
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  Speaker 9: and let out the wild shadows, the night, and the rain,
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  Speaker 9: ye winds year dead, with your voices attuned that thrilled
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  Speaker 9: the green life in the sweet scented sheaves, when I
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  Speaker 9: touched a warm hand which has faded and swooned to
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  Speaker 9: a trance of the darkness and blight on the leaves.
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  Speaker 9: I had studied the lore in her maidenlike ways, and
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  Speaker 9: the large hearted love of my Annie was one ere
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  Speaker 9: summer had passed into passionate days or autumn made ready
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  Speaker 9: her fruits for the sun. So my life was complete.
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  Speaker 9: And the hours that went by, and the moon and
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  Speaker 9: the willow wooed waters around might have known that we
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  Speaker 9: rested Minnie and I in happiness, calm as the slumber
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  Speaker 9: of sound. On sundays we wandered as glad as a
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  Speaker 9: breeze by the rocks and the waves on a glittering beach.
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  Speaker 9: Or we loitered in gardens melodious with bees, and sucked
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  Speaker 9: the sweet pulp of the plum and the peach. The
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  Speaker 9: forest will show me the secrets of fame, I said
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  Speaker 9: to myself in the gum shadowed glen. I will call
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  Speaker 9: every blossom and tree by its name, and the people
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  Speaker 9: shall deem me a man of the men. I will
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  Speaker 9: gather roses of Charon my soul, the roses of Charon,
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  Speaker 9: so cool and so sweet, and our brothers shall see
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  Speaker 9: me in twine, finding the hole for a garland to
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  Speaker 9: drop at my dear Annie's feet. It is better, o day,
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  Speaker 9: that you go to your rest, For you go like
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  Speaker 9: a guest who was loath to remain. Swing open ye
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  Speaker 9: gates of the east and the west, and let out
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  Speaker 9: the wild shadows, the night, and the rain. End of poem.
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  Speaker 9: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Doubting by Henry Kendall, read for Librevox dot Org by
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  Speaker 4: Larry Wilson. A brother wandered forth with me beside a
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  Speaker 4: barren beach. He harped on things beyond the sea and
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  Speaker 4: out of reach. He hinted once of unknown skies. And
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  Speaker 4: then I would not hark, but turned away from steadfast
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  Speaker 4: eyes into the dark, and said, an ancient faith is dead,
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  Speaker 4: and wonder.
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  Speaker 2: Fiels my mind.
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  Speaker 4: I mar orfle how the blind have led so long?
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  Speaker 4: The blind behold this truth. We only know that night
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  Speaker 4: is on the land, and we, a weary way must
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  Speaker 4: go to find God's hand.
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  Speaker 2: I wept. Our fathers told us Lord that.
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  Speaker 4: Thou wert kind and just, But lo our wailings fly
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  Speaker 4: abroad for broken trust. How many evil ones are here?
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  Speaker 4: Who mocking go about, because we are too faint with
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  Speaker 4: fear to wrestle doubt. Thy riddles are beyond the kin
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  Speaker 4: of creatures of the sod. Remember that we are but men,
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  Speaker 4: and thou art God, Oh, don't in world. Methinks your
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  Speaker 4: stay is weaker than a reed. Our father turns his
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  Speaker 4: face away. Tis dark. Indeed the evening woods lay huddled there,
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  Speaker 4: all wrapt in silence, strange a sudden wind, and low
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  Speaker 4: the air was filled with change.
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  Speaker 2: Your words are.
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  Speaker 4: Wild, my brother said, for God's voice fills the breeze.
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  Speaker 4: Go hide yourself, as Adam did amongst the trees. I
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  Speaker 4: pluck the shoes from off my feet, But dare to
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  Speaker 4: look around. Behold, he said, my lord, I greet on
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  Speaker 4: holy ground, and God speak through the wind to me.
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  Speaker 4: Shake off that gloom of fear. You fainting soul who
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  Speaker 4: could not see that I was near? Why vex me
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  Speaker 4: crying day and night? You call on me to hark,
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  Speaker 4: But when I bless your world with light? Who makes
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  Speaker 4: it dark?
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  Speaker 2: Is there a raveled riddle.
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  Speaker 4: Left that you would have undone? What other doubts are
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  Speaker 4: there to sift? I answered none, My son, Look up,
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  Speaker 4: if you would see the promise on your way, and
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  Speaker 4: turn a trustful face to me, I whispered yea end
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  Speaker 4: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 9: Geraldine by Henry Kendall, read for librovox dot Org by
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  Speaker 9: Peter Tucker. My head is filled with olden rhymes beside
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  Speaker 9: this moaning sea. But many and many a day has
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  Speaker 9: gone since I was dear to thee I know my
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  Speaker 9: passion fades away, and therefore oft regret that some who
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  Speaker 9: love indeed can part, and in the years forget ah.
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  Speaker 9: Through the twilights, when we stood the wattle trees between
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  Speaker 9: we did not dream of such a time as this,
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  Speaker 9: fair Geraldine. I do not say that all has gone
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  Speaker 9: of passion and of pain. I yearn for many happy thoughts.
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  Speaker 9: I shall not think again. And often when the wind
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  Speaker 9: is up and wailing round the eaves, you sigh for
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  Speaker 9: withered purpose, shed and scattered like the leaves, the purpose blooming.
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  Speaker 9: When we met each other on the green, the sunset
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  Speaker 9: heavy in your curls, my golden Geraldine. I think we
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  Speaker 9: lived a loftier life through hours of long ago, For
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  Speaker 9: in the large and evening earth our spirits seemed to grow.
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  Speaker 2: Well.
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  Speaker 9: That has passed and here I stand upon a lonely place,
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  Speaker 9: while night is stealing round the land like time across
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  Speaker 9: my face. But I can calmly recollect our shadowy, parting
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  Speaker 9: scene and swooning thoughts that had no voice, no utterance,
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  Speaker 9: Geraldine end of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 9: A chan from Jephtha by Henry Kendall read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 9: dot Org by Peter Tucker. Hath he not followed a
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  Speaker 9: star through the darkness? Ye, people who sit at the
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  Speaker 9: table of Jephtha, Oh, turn with the face to alight
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  Speaker 9: in the mountains. Behold, it is further from Achan than ever.
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  Speaker 9: I know how it is with my brothers in miss Pay,
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  Speaker 9: said Achan, the swift footed runner of Zorah. They look
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  Speaker 9: at the wood they have hewn for the altar, and
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  Speaker 9: think of a shadow in sackcloth and ashes. I know
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  Speaker 9: how it is with the daughter of Jephtha. O Ada,
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  Speaker 9: my love and the fairest of women. She wails in
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  Speaker 9: the time when her heart is so zealous for God,
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  Speaker 9: who hath stricken the children of Ammon. I said, I
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  Speaker 9: would bring her the odors of edom and armfuls of
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  Speaker 9: spices to set at the banquet. Behold, I have fronted
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  Speaker 9: the chieftain her father, and strong men have wept for
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  Speaker 9: the leader of thousands. My love is a rose of
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  Speaker 9: the roses of Sharon, all lonely and bright as the
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  Speaker 9: moon in the myrtles. Her lips, like to honeycombs, fill
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  Speaker 9: with the sweetness that Achan, the thirsty is hindered from drinking.
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  Speaker 9: Her women have wept for the love that is wasted,
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  Speaker 9: like wine which is spilt when the people are wanting,
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  Speaker 9: and hot winds have dried all the cisterns of Elim,
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  Speaker 9: for love that is wasted. Her women were wailing. The
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  Speaker 9: timbrels fall silent, and dost thou not hear it? A
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  Speaker 9: voice like the sound of a lute. When we loiter
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  Speaker 9: and sit by the pools in the valleys of Arnon
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  Speaker 9: and suck the cool grapes that are growing in clusters.
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  Speaker 9: She glides like a mercented wind through the willows o arda. Behold,
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  Speaker 9: it is aar chan that speaketh. I know thou art
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  Speaker 9: near me, but never can see thee because of the
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  Speaker 9: horrible droughth in mine eyelids. End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 9: is in the public domain. End of Poems and songs
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  Speaker 9: by Henry Kendall,