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Philosophies-Ronald Ross · Edgar Allan Poe Poems

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  Speaker 1: Introduction to Philosophies. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox
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  Speaker 1: recordings are in the public domain. For more information or
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  Speaker 1: to volunteer, please visit LibriVox dot org. Recorded by Craig Franklin.
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  Speaker 1: Philosophies by Ronald Ross. Introduction preface. These verses were written
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  Speaker 1: in India between the years eighteen eighty one and eighteen
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  Speaker 1: ninety nine, mostly during my researches on malaria. Friends who
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  Speaker 1: have read that part of them, which is called in exile,
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  Speaker 1: complained that they could not easily follow the movement of it.
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  Speaker 1: And as I am now publishing the poems together with
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  Speaker 1: a textbook on malaria, and also because I desire very
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  Speaker 1: strongly to rid my mind of this subject which has
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  Speaker 1: occupied it for twenty years, I take the opportunity to
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  Speaker 1: give such which explanation of the work as I can
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  Speaker 1: find expression for. In eighteen eighty one I joined the
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  Speaker 1: Military Medical Service of India and was called upon to
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  Speaker 1: serve during the next seven years in Madras, Bangalore, Burma
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  Speaker 1: and the Andaman Islands. Having abundant leisure, I occupied most
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  Speaker 1: of it in the study of various sciences and arts,
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  Speaker 1: in all of which I attempted some works to the
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  Speaker 1: best of my ability. For this I make no excuse
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  Speaker 1: to my conscience, since my mind art and science are
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  Speaker 1: the same, and efforts in both, however poor the results
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  Speaker 1: may be, are to be commended more than idleness. Near
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  Speaker 1: the end of the seven years, however, I began to
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  Speaker 1: be drawn towards certain thoughts which from the first had
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  Speaker 1: occurred to me in my profession, especially as to the
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  Speaker 1: cause of the widespread sickness and of the great misery
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  Speaker 1: and decadence of the people of India. Act by poverty,
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  Speaker 1: swept by epidemics, housed in hovels, ruled by superstitions. They
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  Speaker 1: presented the spectacle of an ancient civilization fallen for centuries
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  Speaker 1: into decay. Once saw there both physical and mental degeneration.
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  Speaker 1: Since the time of the early mathematicians, science had died,
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  Speaker 1: and since that of the Great Temples, art had become
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  Speaker 1: ornament and religion dogma. Here was the living picture of
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  Speaker 1: the fate which destroyed Greece, Rome and Spain, and I
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  Speaker 1: saw in it the work of nay science, the opposition
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  Speaker 1: of science. Returning to Britain in eighteen eighty eight, I
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  Speaker 1: qualified myself for pathological researches, and about eighteen ninety or
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  Speaker 1: eighteen ninety one entered upon a careful study of malarial
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  Speaker 1: fever in the hope of finding out accurately how it
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  Speaker 1: is caused and may be prevented. On August the twentieth,
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  Speaker 1: eighteen ninety seven, I was fortunate enough to find the
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  Speaker 1: clue to the problem, which I believe would not have
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  Speaker 1: been discovered but for such good fortune. And the next
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  Speaker 1: year I ascertained the principal facts which I had been
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  Speaker 1: in search of. These poems are the notes of the
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  Speaker 1: wayside as for in exile. I do not remember the date,
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  Speaker 1: but it was early in the course of the labor
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  Speaker 1: when my thoughts began to shape themselves into a kind
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  Speaker 1: of sonnet of three short stanzas. It was a pleasure
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  Speaker 1: and relief after the day's work to mold them. Thus,
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  Speaker 1: for each set of stanzas required a different balance and
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  Speaker 1: structure within its narrow limits, and was so to speak,
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  Speaker 1: inscribed on small squares of stone, to be put away
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  Speaker 1: and arranged thereafter. Later, when my researches had attained to success,
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  Speaker 1: a sudden disastrous interpretation of them compelled me to set aside.
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  Speaker 1: The verses. Also and it was not until nine years
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  Speaker 1: afterwards that I found time to arrange them for rough printing.
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  Speaker 1: They were then put nearly in the order of writing,
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  Speaker 1: some fragments being finished, but most omitted. I have blamed
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  Speaker 1: myself for this, because the omissions give to the whole
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  Speaker 1: a more somber cass than is natural to me, or
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  Speaker 1: than I had intended. But now I judge I was
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  Speaker 1: writing it. The poem, such as it is, is not
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  Speaker 1: a diary in verse, but rather the figure of a
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  Speaker 1: work and of a philosophy. I find I cannot rise
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  Speaker 1: with those who would soar above reason in the chase
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  Speaker 1: of something Supernal infinities and absolutes are still beyond us,
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  Speaker 1: though we may hope to come nearer to them some
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  Speaker 1: day by the patient's study of little things. Our first
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  Speaker 1: duty is the opposite of that which many prophets enjoin
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  Speaker 1: upon us. Or so I think. We must not accept
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  Speaker 1: many speculations merely because they now appear pleasant, flattering, or
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  Speaker 1: ennobling to us. We must be content to creep upwards,
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  Speaker 1: step by step, planting each foot on the firmest finding
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  Speaker 1: of the moment. Using the compass and such other instruments
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  Speaker 1: as we have observing without either despair or contempt, the
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  Speaker 1: clouds and precipices above and beneath us. Especially, Our duty
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  Speaker 1: at present is to better our present foothold, to investigate,
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  Speaker 1: to comprehend the forces of nature, to set our state
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  Speaker 1: rationally in order to stamp down disease in body, mind
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  Speaker 1: and government. To lighten the monstrous misery of our fellows,
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  Speaker 1: not by windy dogmas, but by calm science. The sufferings
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  Speaker 1: of the world are due to this that we despise
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  Speaker 1: those plain, earthly teachers reason, work, and discipline. Lost in
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  Speaker 1: many speculations, we leave our house disordered, unkempt, and dirty.
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  Speaker 1: We indulge too much in dreams, in politics which organize
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  Speaker 1: not prosperity but contention, in philosophies which expressly teach irrationalism, fakerism,
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  Speaker 1: and nay science. The poor fakir seated begging by the roadside,
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  Speaker 1: with his visions and his sores. Such is man and
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  Speaker 1: old philosophy. This, like the opposite one, the poem gathers
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  Speaker 1: itself under it and attempts to use the great symbols
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  Speaker 1: of that wonderful land, the drought, the doubt, the pains
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  Speaker 1: of self, the arid labor, the horrors of whole nations diseased,
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  Speaker 1: the crime of nay science parodying God's words, and the
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  Speaker 1: victory of His thunder and reign. The dated stands as
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  Speaker 1: near the end, except the two lines of the second
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  Speaker 1: quartrain were written the day after the rediscovery of the
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  Speaker 1: parasites of malaria in Mosquitoes. There are some repetitions, and
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  Speaker 1: I fear worse faulse, but it is too late to
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  Speaker 1: mend them. I am much indebted to mister John Masefield
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  Speaker 1: and Missus Macefield for assisting me in the correction of
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  Speaker 1: the proofs. The author December the second, nineteen o nine
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  Speaker 1: end of preface. This recording is in the public domain
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  Speaker 1: India by Ronald Ross readfilibrivox dot Org by Craig Franklin, India. Here,
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  Speaker 1: from my lonely ward tower of the yeast, an ancient
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  Speaker 1: race outworn, I see with dread my own dear distant country,
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  Speaker 1: lest the same fate fall on thee lo Here the
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  Speaker 1: iron winter of cursed Caste has made men into things
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  Speaker 1: that creep. The leprous beggars totter trembling past the baser
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  Speaker 1: Sultan's sleep. Not for a thousand years as freedom's cry,
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  Speaker 1: the stillness of this horror cleav'd, But as of old,
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  Speaker 1: the hopeless millions die that yet have never lived. Man
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  Speaker 1: has no leisure but to snatch and eat who should
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  Speaker 1: have been a god on earth? The lean one's cry,
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  Speaker 1: the fat one's curse, and beat and wealth, but weakens
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  Speaker 1: worth O heaven, shall man rebelling never take from fate
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  Speaker 1: what she denies his bloe cannot the mind that made
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  Speaker 1: the engine make a nobler life than this end of poem, Madras,
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  Speaker 1: eighteen eighty one. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Thought by Ronald Ross, read FORLIBREVONKX dot org by Craig Franklin. Thought,
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  Speaker 1: Spirit of thought, not thine, the songs that flow to
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  Speaker 1: fill with love or lull Italian hours. Thou wert not
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  Speaker 1: nurtured mid the mariish flowers, or where the night shade
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  Speaker 1: blooms or lilies blow. But on the mountains, from those
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  Speaker 1: keeps of snow, thou seest the heavens and earth, and
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  Speaker 1: marts and towers of teeming men, the battle smoke that
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  Speaker 1: lures above the nations where they strive, below the gleam
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  Speaker 1: of golden cohorts, and the cloud of shrieking peoples, yielding
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  Speaker 1: to the brink, the gleam, the gold, the agony, the rage,
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  Speaker 1: the civic virtue of a race unbowed, the reeling empire
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  Speaker 1: lost in license, sink and chattering pigmies of a later age.
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  Speaker 1: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Science by Ronald Ross readf Librevons dot Org by Craig
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  Speaker 1: Franklin Science. I would rejoice in iron arms with those who, nobly,
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  Speaker 1: in the scorn of recompense, have dared to follow truth alone,
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  Speaker 1: and thence to teach the truth, nor feared the rage
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  Speaker 1: that rose no high piled monuments. Are theirs who chose
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  Speaker 1: her great inglorious toil. No flaming death to them was
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  Speaker 1: sweet the poetry of prose, But wisdom gave a fragrance
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  Speaker 1: to their breath. Alas we sleep and snore beyond the night,
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  Speaker 1: though these great men the dreamless daylight show, but they
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  Speaker 1: endure the suns of simple light, and with no lying
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  Speaker 1: Lanthorn's antique glow reveal the open way that we must go.
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  Speaker 1: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Power by Ronald Ross read for librevox dot Org by
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  Speaker 1: Craig Franklin power, caligular pacing through his pillared hall ere.
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  Speaker 1: Yet the last dull glimmer of his mind had faded
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  Speaker 1: in the banquet. Reclined, he spent all day in drunken festival,
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  Speaker 1: made impious pretense that Jove with him unseen, walked, talked
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  Speaker 1: and jested. For he spoke to nothing by his side,
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  Speaker 1: or frowned, or broke in answering smiles, or shook a
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  Speaker 1: playful rim of raiment. Coyly earth, he said, is mine
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  Speaker 1: no vapor Yet caligular brother Jove will love THEE if
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  Speaker 1: he find THEE worthy love. If not, his solid powers
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  Speaker 1: shall war with thine and break them. God of Cloud,
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  Speaker 1: the courtiers round, as in the presence of two dayities,
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  Speaker 1: bent in servile scorn, When like a warning scent, an
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  Speaker 1: utterance of earthquake shook the ground awful, but which no
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  Speaker 1: human meaning bore with glaring eyeballs, narrowing in dismay, the
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  Speaker 1: huddled creature fall and foaming lay glassed in the liquid
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  Speaker 1: marbles of the floor and the poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Dogma by Ronald Ross read for Lebrevox dot Org by
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  Speaker 2: Matthew Ryan Ross dogma to a poor martyr perished in
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  Speaker 2: the flame. Lo Suddenly the cool and calm of heaven,
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  Speaker 2: and one who gently touched and tended came for thee.
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  Speaker 2: O Lord, he cried, my life was given. When thus
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  Speaker 2: the pitiful one, O suffering man, I taught thee not
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  Speaker 2: to die, but how to live. But ye have wrongly
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  Speaker 2: read the simple plan and turned to strife. The heavenly
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  Speaker 2: gift I give. I taught the faith of works, the
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  Speaker 2: prayer of deeds, the sacrament of love. I gave not
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  Speaker 2: awe but praise, no church but gods, no form, no creeds,
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  Speaker 2: no priest but conscience, and no Lord but law. Behold
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  Speaker 2: my brother by my side in heaven. Judas abhorred by
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  Speaker 2: men and nero. Next, how then, if such as these
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  Speaker 2: may be forgiven, shall one be damned who stumbles at
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  Speaker 2: the text end of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 2: public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Froth by Ronald Ross read for LibriVox dot Org by Nemo.
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  Speaker 4: Froth.
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  Speaker 3: This bubbling gossip here of fops and fools who have
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  Speaker 3: no care beyond the coming chance. Rough robs the angry
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  Speaker 3: soul to arrogance and puts puffed wisdom out of her
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  Speaker 3: own rules. True knowledge comes on all winds without schools,
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  Speaker 3: and every folly has her sol per chance some costly
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  Speaker 3: gem from silliest spota mants may be unashed in mind
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  Speaker 3: has many tools, but still love hair reigns. Not her
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  Speaker 3: heavenly dew nor friendship sues the folly fretted sense, but
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  Speaker 3: pride in ignorance. The empty two strut arm in arm
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  Speaker 3: to air their consequence, and toil bleeds tears of gold
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  Speaker 3: for idle, opulence and a poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 3: the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Liberty by Ronald Ross read for LibriVox dot Org by Lemmy.
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  Speaker 5: When Cassius fell and Brutus died, resentful liberty arose where
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  Speaker 5: from aloft the mountain snows. She watched the battles breaking tide,
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  Speaker 5: and as she rent her azure robe, darkness descended o'er
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  Speaker 5: the globe break never night, She cried, nor bring before
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  Speaker 5: I come again the morn with all her heavenly light,
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  Speaker 5: for scorn of this base world, so slumbering, where men,
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  Speaker 5: for thrice five hundred years their sinshall mourn and me
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  Speaker 5: in tears. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 5: public domain.
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  Speaker 6: The Three Angels by Ronald Ross, read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 6: org by Jamie Kravitz, San Francisco, California. Heaven vexed in Heaven,
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  Speaker 6: heard the world and all the grief thereof, and sent
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  Speaker 6: the Angel's strength swift. He unfurled his wings and flashed
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  Speaker 6: his sword and went. But still the cry of Earth
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  Speaker 6: rang to the firmament. Then, Gentle Love, most loved in Heaven,
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  Speaker 6: Heaven sent to Earth, his large eyes shone upcast with
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  Speaker 6: glory from God given, and darkening downward from the throne.
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  Speaker 6: He fell, nor bated, yet the far terrestrial moan. Then
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  Speaker 6: all the host of Heaven, amazed, cried, next, let wisdom
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  Speaker 6: go and prove himself and conquer. But he raised his
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  Speaker 6: face and answered, Heaven above, like them alone, I fail,
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  Speaker 6: Send me with strength and love. Eighteen eighty two. End
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  Speaker 6: of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Return
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  Speaker 6: by Ronald Ross, read for librevax dot org by Jamie Kravitz,
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  Speaker 6: San Francisco, California. Return, Muse. In my boyhood's careless days,
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  Speaker 6: my reverence for THEE was not small. Although I roamed
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  Speaker 6: by star and sea and left THEE seeking other ways.
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  Speaker 6: I left THEE for I knew that all return by
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  Speaker 6: sea and star to thee. Not worthy he to hear
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  Speaker 6: thy song him Thou thyself despisest most, who darest not
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  Speaker 6: leave thee and arise to face the world's discordant throng,
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  Speaker 6: since thou art best gained by being lost, and Earth
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  Speaker 6: is in thy heavenly eyes eighteen eighty six eighty seven,
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  Speaker 6: end of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: The Star and the Sun by Ronald Ross read for
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  Speaker 7: LibriVox dot Org by a rov agerwol the Star and
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  Speaker 7: the Sun in darkness, and placing the thunderbeach shore by
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  Speaker 7: many waves, no sound being near to me there but
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  Speaker 7: the horse thaticalis cry, while that unseen sword, the zodiacal
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  Speaker 7: light falcion of dawn made clear all the orient, wining
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  Speaker 7: the silvery stars. I heard the fine flute of the
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  Speaker 7: fast fading fire, the morning star pipe. Thus to the
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  Speaker 7: glimmering glories of night and sing o world. If I
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  Speaker 7: too must leave thee, then who can remain but low
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  Speaker 7: from the deep the thundering sun of spring, and responded
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  Speaker 7: I Onomans eighteen eighty six to seven, end of poem.
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  Speaker 7: This recording is in the public domain. The World's Inheritors
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  Speaker 7: by Ronald ross Red for LibriVox dot Org by rov Aggerwal.
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  Speaker 7: The World's Inheritors, God, gazing down from heaven, saw the
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  Speaker 7: world mighty himself a heaven he filled the heavens. His
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  Speaker 7: beard fell like a wasted thunder at eve, and all
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  Speaker 7: his robe was woven with white stars, and on his
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  Speaker 7: breast a star. The world was dark deep in a forest.
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  Speaker 7: There were not the rill that routed in the wood
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  Speaker 7: dared break the silence, nor one murmur of night wound
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  Speaker 7: to the stagnant chill and listening air. Five children, slumbering lay,
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  Speaker 7: one ruddy as the red grapes of the south, one
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  Speaker 7: duskier breather of a more burning air, one blue eyed,
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  Speaker 7: blonde and golden, crowned with locks, one finely fashioned in
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  Speaker 7: an even mold, and one hard wroth as steel lord
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  Speaker 7: of the woods. Their sire enormally rough hair tangled like
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  Speaker 7: the north Bear, but his mate, queen of a myrriad palace,
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  Speaker 7: as that shone with chalcedon and jasper, justly wrought and
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  Speaker 7: gems of jeweled stone, who when he saw her, won her,
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  Speaker 7: loved her well by her, abhorred, and so he slew
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  Speaker 7: her then and gazed upon her beauty dead, and died himself,
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  Speaker 7: lamenting his wild woods. And these their wondrous offspring were
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  Speaker 7: Europe eighty five hundred. The world beheld them and adored, adored,
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  Speaker 7: and feared, and sought to slay them, for the battle
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  Speaker 7: brood of gods is battle born. But they endured, nor
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  Speaker 7: in the thunder found harm or the bolt of death.
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  Speaker 7: And God looked down and spake, and through the earth
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  Speaker 7: the murmur ran Tirrhanian, like the shock when central earthquakes
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  Speaker 7: jar until the deep foams tingling to the ice poles,
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  Speaker 7: and said to these I give the world Onomandes eighteen
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  Speaker 7: eighty six to seven, end of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 7: in the public domain. Death Song of Savagery by Ronald
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  Speaker 7: Ross read from LibriVox dot org by A. Rov Aderwall
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  Speaker 7: Death Song of Savagery. I have heard it. I have
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  Speaker 7: heard the forest strive to bring me comfort, and the
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  Speaker 7: ocean roll large tongue into consolation round me. I have
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  Speaker 7: heard the weakling wild birds crying, and the wailing winds
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  Speaker 7: proclaim me.
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  Speaker 3: Brother.
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  Speaker 7: I have heard these things, and yet I perish from
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  Speaker 7: the flowers, the myriad mounts of forest, honeyed words have come,
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  Speaker 7: and from the billows bursting issue of sweet, cheering voices
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  Speaker 7: in this midnight and moon glamoured darkness, winds and wilds
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  Speaker 7: crying give me pity. But although I hear them, lo
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  Speaker 7: I perish. For a muddy voice rolls through my spirit,
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  Speaker 7: crying as to work so art and shall be ever
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  Speaker 7: and forever and forever, sun of midnight and moon glamoured darkness, rayless,
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  Speaker 7: lightless and thy one star faded, child of night and Ocean,
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  Speaker 7: Till thou perish Ademans eighteen eighty six to seven, epilog
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  Speaker 7: to the author's romance, The Child of Ocean, end of poem.
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  Speaker 7: This recording is in the public domain. Ocean and the
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  Speaker 7: Dead by Ronald Ross read from LibriVox dot org by
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  Speaker 7: Rov Aggerwaal Ocean and the Dead. The Dead dost dare
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  Speaker 7: to rouse us from her sleep? Eternal given of God,
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  Speaker 7: o d Ocean, A thunder on your bones in life?
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  Speaker 7: You wage with me, your pigmy strife, the dead living,
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  Speaker 7: but humble mariners, we dead Ocean? What are we to thee?
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  Speaker 7: Ocean you hope to find within your graves eternal refuge
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  Speaker 7: from my waves? The dead living we faced thee full
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  Speaker 7: of fears dying. Thy roar was in our ears. Ocean dead,
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  Speaker 7: I will break your bones forever. Man may forgive, but
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  Speaker 7: nature never Adubons eighteen eighty six to seven. In seventeen forty,
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  Speaker 7: the cemeteries of Dunwich were laid bare by the sea.
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  Speaker 7: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Ocean and the Rock by Ronald Ross read from libovoxa
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  Speaker 7: orc by rov Agerwalal Ocean and the Rock the Rock
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  Speaker 7: seize a rude and raging sea. Thus to waste thy
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  Speaker 7: war on me, hast thou not enough assailed all these ages,
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  Speaker 7: full and failed ocean, gaunt and ghastly skeleton, remnant of
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  Speaker 7: a time that's gone tottering in thy last decay. Did'st
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  Speaker 7: thou still to darkened day? The rock empty, brawler brawl
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  Speaker 7: no more cease to waste thy watery war. Are my
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  Speaker 7: bastioned bases broad sanctified by time and God. Ocean, Thou
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  Speaker 7: that beast, But to me scornest thou My energy not
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  Speaker 7: much longer lasts a strife. I am labor, I am life.
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  Speaker 7: The rock roar then roar and vent thy search. Thou
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  Speaker 7: not know shalt drone my jerg thoust, imagine to dismay this,
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  Speaker 7: my iron beast would spray ocean relic of primeval slime.
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  Speaker 7: I shall whelm thee in my time. Changeless Tu dost
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  Speaker 7: ever die changing, but immortal eye on de Month eighteen
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  Speaker 7: eighty six to seven. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 7: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: The Brothers by Ronald Ross Red for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 3: by Nemo. The Brothers beneath Sacocha, and before the mariner
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  Speaker 3: makes the Libyan shore or him the doubtful cape guiles
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  Speaker 3: black in the night to dreadful isles by Allah, chained
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  Speaker 3: to ocean's bed. Each shows above an awful head in
• 26:57
  Speaker 3: front to front, and visit frown to frown. Retorts by
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  Speaker 3: loud renown the brothers, but no love between, though bound
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  Speaker 3: they nurse a mutual spleen. And when the thundering waves
• 27:15
  Speaker 3: engage in battlevent immortal rage. Dot say ho through the midnight,
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  Speaker 3: learn my hate. When God releases than thy fate, samey,
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  Speaker 3: when God unbinds thy fettered feet from mercy him not
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  Speaker 3: to me entreat Dot say, dost think because thy head
• 27:44
  Speaker 3: is high, that thou art more divine than I, samy,
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  Speaker 3: because thy looks are earthword given, Thou hatest one who
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  Speaker 3: looks to heaven dot say, because thou gazest at the Sun,
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  Speaker 3: think'st thou thou art the nobler one. Same for them
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  Speaker 3: who with the stars converse. There is no better and
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  Speaker 3: no worse dot say. So hold thy old philosophy. Truth
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  Speaker 3: in the world enough for me, For humble truth was
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  Speaker 3: born on earth, but lies forsooth have better birth. Samey.
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  Speaker 3: I watch the white stars rise and fall. I hear
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  Speaker 3: the vanished eagles call for me. The world is but
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  Speaker 3: a sod. I strive to see the eyes of God.
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  Speaker 3: Eighteen eighty eight. The islands about which this legend is
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  Speaker 3: told are known as Jizirth dot Say and Jazirit sameh
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  Speaker 3: east of Cape Gatathui and the other low and a poem.
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  Speaker 3: This recording is in the public domain. Allister by Ronald
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  Speaker 3: Ross read for LibriVox dot org by Nemo Alister Tis
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  Speaker 3: said that a noble youth of old was to his
• 29:26
  Speaker 3: native village lost, and to his home in aged sire,
• 29:32
  Speaker 3: for he had wandered. It is told where pinnacled and
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  Speaker 3: eternal frost Apollo leads his awful choir, awful for not
• 29:45
  Speaker 3: of human worms, the agony of their song sublime, which
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  Speaker 3: like the breath of ice, is given ascending in vapor
• 29:53
  Speaker 3: from all forms, were gods in clear alternate chime reveal
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  Speaker 3: their mystery thoughts to heaven. Nor in those regions of
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  Speaker 3: windless cold as fiery the sun, though fierce and light,
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  Speaker 3: but frozen pale, the numbed moon wanders along the ridges
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  Speaker 3: that fold enormous peaks. What time the night rivals with
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  Speaker 3: all her stars the noon, For there not dimly is
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  Speaker 3: here the stars but globid and azure and crimson tinked.
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  Speaker 3: Climb up the windless waste of snow, gold footed, or
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  Speaker 3: through the long drawn bars of mountain mist, with eyes
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  Speaker 3: unblinked and scorn gazed down on the world below, or
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  Speaker 3: high on the topmost peak and end of ranges, stand
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  Speaker 3: with sudden blaze, like angels born and spontaneous birth, Or
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  Speaker 3: wrap themselves in flame and descend between black foreheads of
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  Speaker 3: rock and haze, slowly, like grieved gods, to Earth and
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  Speaker 3: there forever. The patient wind breaks up the crystals of
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  Speaker 3: dry snow and mourns forever her work undone, and there forever,
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  Speaker 3: like titans, blind their countenance lifting to heaven's glow, the
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  Speaker 3: sightless mountains yearn for the sun. There nightly, the numbed
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  Speaker 3: eagle quells full feathered to his feet of horn, his
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  Speaker 3: swooning eye, his eerie one and slumbers frozen by frosty
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  Speaker 3: spells fast to the pinnacle. But it Morn, unfettered, leaps
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  Speaker 3: towards the sun. He heard, he saw not to the air,
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  Speaker 3: dared breathe a breath, but with his sight wrecked on
• 31:58
  Speaker 3: a mortal's mortal wrong, and dared to see them as
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  Speaker 3: they were, the black peaks, blackened in their light, the
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  Speaker 3: white stars, flashing with their song, so fled, But when revealing,
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  Speaker 3: Morn showed him descended giant, a groan men ant like, petty,
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  Speaker 3: mean and weak. He rushed, returning, Then in scorn, the
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  Speaker 3: immortals smote him to a stone that aches for ever
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  Speaker 3: on the peak. And a poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 3: the public domain. Sonnet by Ronald Ross, read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 3: dot org by Nemo. Sonnet I muse, who first, where
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  Speaker 3: to my opening sight? Newborn? The loftiest summits of the world,
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  Speaker 3: silent with brows of ice and robes unfurled of motionless
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  Speaker 3: thunder shone above the night dits touch my infant eyes,
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  Speaker 3: and fill with light of snow and sleepless stars and
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  Speaker 3: torrents hurled and fragrant pines of morning mist empearled, and
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  Speaker 3: music of great things and their delight revisit me, resume
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  Speaker 3: my soul and spire with force and cold out of
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  Speaker 3: the north, not given to sickly dwellers, in these southern spots,
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  Speaker 3: where all day long the great Sun rolls his fire
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  Speaker 3: intolerable in the dusty march of heaven, and the heart
• 33:44
  Speaker 3: shrivels and the spirit rots Madras, eighteen ninety and a poem.
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  Speaker 3: This recording is in the public domain. Vision by Ronald
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  Speaker 3: Ross Red for LibriVox dot org by Nemo vision. A
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  Speaker 3: valley of far fallen rocks, like bones of moldering mountains,
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  Speaker 3: spread and ended by the barren blocks of mountains, doomed
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  Speaker 3: or dead, no rivage there with green recess made music
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  Speaker 3: in that wilderness. Despairing fell the sore spent sun and
• 34:32
  Speaker 3: cried I die and sank in fire like conquering death.
• 34:38
  Speaker 3: The night came on and ran from spire to spire,
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  Speaker 3: and swollen pale ascended soon like death in life, the
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  Speaker 3: leprous moon on windy ledges lined with light, between the
• 34:52
  Speaker 3: still stars sparsely strewn. Two spirits grew from out the night,
• 34:57
  Speaker 3: beneath the mistless moon, and held deep parley, making thought
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  Speaker 3: with words sententious, half distraught, one full robed in his
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  Speaker 3: hand a book, His lips that labored for the word scarce,
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  Speaker 3: moved in utterance, and his look sought not his face
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  Speaker 3: who heard, but that sad star that sobs alway upon
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  Speaker 3: the breast of dying day. One, weary with two handed stress,
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  Speaker 3: leant on his shoulder, touching spear, his beard blown o'er
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  Speaker 3: the hairiness of his great breast, and clear his eyes
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  Speaker 3: shot speculation out to catch the truth or quell it
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  Speaker 3: out one. The dreams of hope, of blue eyed hope
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  Speaker 3: melt after morn in dying day, Love's golden dew globe
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  Speaker 3: lit a slope dulls with a downward ray. Canst thou,
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  Speaker 3: with all thy thought renew the flying dreams of drying dew.
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  Speaker 3: Two Not I creator. Hour by hour, I labor without
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  Speaker 3: stress or strife, to gain more knowledge, greater power, a
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  Speaker 3: nobler longer life. By thought alone, we take our stand
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  Speaker 3: above the world in wind command one no knowledge doth
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  Speaker 3: but clip our wings and worldly wisdom weak and worth
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  Speaker 3: to make us lords of little things and worm gods
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  Speaker 3: of the earth. Were earth made heaven by human wit?
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  Speaker 3: Some wild star, yet mine shatter it. Two. The wings
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  Speaker 3: of fancy are but frail, and virtues without wisdom weak
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  Speaker 3: better than falsehood's flowery veil. The truth, however, bleak, though
• 36:57
  Speaker 3: she may bless, not nor redeem. The Truth is true
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  Speaker 3: and reign supreme one not tall, but few complete and prove,
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  Speaker 3: and crown their brows with truth, and pass their little
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  Speaker 3: labors cannot move the mountain's mighty mass to man in vain.
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  Speaker 3: The truth appeals, or Heaven ordains, or art reveals. Two
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  Speaker 3: so self consuming thought. But see the standards of advance unfurled.
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  Speaker 3: The buds are breaking on the lee, and spring strikes
• 37:36
  Speaker 3: through the world. Though we may never reach the peak.
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  Speaker 3: God gave this great commandment.
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  Speaker 6: Seek.
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  Speaker 3: The ponderous bolts of night were drawn, the pale day
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  Speaker 3: peered through cloudy bars, the wind awoke, the sword of
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  Speaker 3: dawn flashed through the flying stars, The new born suns
• 38:00
  Speaker 3: smote to the gloom. The desert burst in endless bloom
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  Speaker 3: Bangalore eighteen ninety and the poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 3: the public domain.
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  Speaker 8: Thought and Action by Ronald Ross read for Liverrivox dot
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  Speaker 8: Org by Yan yan Zen. The Angel of the Left
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  Speaker 8: Hand spake. His speech fell as when on some shuddering
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  Speaker 8: arctic beach, the icy northern creeps from reach to reach,
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  Speaker 8: and Kurdle's motion and with thrilling spell fixes the falling ripple.
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  Speaker 8: Peace and quaill, he said, the action not matured. Well,
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  Speaker 8: what's gone to build? With labor? Round and round? And
• 38:59
  Speaker 8: let the costly marbles when tis found the whole design
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  Speaker 8: at last in apt unsound. Beware the bitter moment when
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  Speaker 8: awake we view the mischief, that our visions make the
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  Speaker 8: good things broken in a mad mistake. But rather use
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  Speaker 8: the thought that is divine, and know that every moment
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  Speaker 8: of design will save an hour of action, point for lyne,
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  Speaker 8: and leave to others lost of victory. Unlike the stars
• 39:36
  Speaker 8: of heaven, seek to be the wise man's compass. But
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  Speaker 8: beyond the sea, then he upon the right. His words
• 39:46
  Speaker 8: came forth like the four sudden blowing to the north.
• 39:52
  Speaker 8: The time is come, he said, to try the word
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  Speaker 8: for when thoughts wasted, candles weighing, and wink and meditations,
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  Speaker 8: like the planets sink, the sun of action rushes from
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  Speaker 8: the brink. Stand not forever in the towers of thought,
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  Speaker 8: to watch the watery dawning waste to nought, the distant
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  Speaker 8: stars deluding darkness brought not timorous, weak persuasion, but the
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  Speaker 8: brand of action, Not discussion, but command, can rouse the
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  Speaker 8: ranks of God and storm the land where men who
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  Speaker 8: know the day still those again, not wars of dust,
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  Speaker 8: can themn the outrageous main, nor mitigation sees the world,
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  Speaker 8: and rain fear not unsheath the naked fortune. Try the end,
• 40:54
  Speaker 8: For in the end, who dares deny the utter truth
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  Speaker 8: shall slay the utter lie and the point. This recording
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  Speaker 8: is in the public domain. Danglore, March eighteen ninety.
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  Speaker 9: The Indian Mother by Ronald Ross read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 9: Org by Queen Tiffany Rose. The Indian Mother full fed
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  Speaker 9: with thoughts, and nowe sublime and thundering oracles of the
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  Speaker 9: guys that make man's mind the flower of action and time.
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  Speaker 9: I was one day where beggars come to take those
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  Speaker 9: ere they die. An Indian mother there, young but so
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  Speaker 9: wretched that her staring eyes shone like a winter's wolf
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  Speaker 9: with rabbiting grare of hunger struck me for two months.
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  Speaker 9: Surprise a three trout well nourished at her breast, whether
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  Speaker 9: it with famine. Still she fed and pressed, for she
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  Speaker 9: was dying. I am too poor, She said to feed
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  Speaker 9: him otherwise, and with a kiss, fell back and died.
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  Speaker 9: And the soul answered in spite of all the gods
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  Speaker 9: and prophets this end of poem. This according is in
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  Speaker 9: the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Ganjie's Born by Ronald Ross read for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 3: by Nemo Ganjie's Born. The fingers which had strayed through
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  Speaker 3: shining clusters of his children's hair, now lifeless, moved and
• 42:55
  Speaker 3: played with horrible tresses of the ripples. There his eyes,
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  Speaker 3: as if he prayed, were cast beneath long eyelids wan
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  Speaker 3: and spare rocked by the roaring flood. He seemed to
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  Speaker 3: speak as in debate with doom, up looking while the
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  Speaker 3: flood bore him with thunder to the ocean foam God's face,
• 43:24
  Speaker 3: A luminous cloud looked through the midnight, black and horrible gloom, Bangalore,
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  Speaker 3: eighteen ninety eighteen ninety three, and a poem. This recording
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  Speaker 3: is in the public domain. Indian fevers by Ronald Ross
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  Speaker 3: read for LibriVox dot org by Nemo Indian fevers in
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  Speaker 3: this o nature yield, I pray to me. I pace
• 44:03
  Speaker 3: and pace and think and think, and take the fevered
• 44:07
  Speaker 3: hands and note down all I see that some dim,
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  Speaker 3: distant light may happily break the painful faces. Ask can
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  Speaker 3: we not cure? We answer no, not yet we seek
• 44:26
  Speaker 3: the laws, Oh God, reveal through all this thing, obscure
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  Speaker 3: the unseen, small but million murdering cause Bangalore eighteen ninety
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  Speaker 3: to eighteen ninety three and a poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 3: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 9: The Star by Ronald Ross right by lipervox dot org
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  Speaker 9: by Queen Rose. The Star far across the Loneland, far
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  Speaker 9: across the sea, far across the sand, old silver, shining,
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  Speaker 9: sister of a silence, sister of Ado, sister of the twilight.
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  Speaker 9: Lighten me Ever, art thou beaming eye with eyes of cast, gazing,
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  Speaker 9: worn and weary from this dark world. Ask of thee
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  Speaker 9: thy wisdom, steadfast eye of God, that I be as
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  Speaker 9: thou art while eye last end of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 9: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 10: Petition by Ronald Ross read for Libervox dot org by
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  Speaker 10: Caitlin s petition Truth, whom I hold divine. Thy wings
• 46:02
  Speaker 10: are strong to bear through day or desperate night. For
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  Speaker 10: ever those eyes of thine fixed upward, full of prayer,
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  Speaker 10: are seeking for the light. Guide me and bear descend
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  Speaker 10: into the sulfurous void. Though I so weak, Thy wings
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  Speaker 10: stronger than him who penned in hell, unmerited buoid poets,
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  Speaker 10: past infernal springs. Take me and bear Descend into these
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  Speaker 10: deeps of death, wherever the light may lead, wherever the
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  Speaker 10: way may wend, And give to my failing breath, O spirit,
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  Speaker 10: thy words of deed and of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 10: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Desert by Ronald Ross read for LibriVox dot org by
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  Speaker 3: Nemo Desert one. This prophet yet remains of exile and
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  Speaker 3: the hour that life in losing gains, perhaps a fuller flower,
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  Speaker 3: not less the pruned shoot, not less the barren year,
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  Speaker 3: which yields the perfect fruit, which makes the meaning clear.
• 47:24
  Speaker 3: For on this desert soil, a blessing comes unsought. Space
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  Speaker 3: for a single toil, time for a single thought when
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  Speaker 3: in distractions tossed. Since oft distractions claim for moments never
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  Speaker 3: lost of each its higher aim, we live we learn
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  Speaker 3: the wealth the joyous hours may bring, but jealous time
• 47:54
  Speaker 3: by stealth puts all of it to wing. Pursuing empty
• 47:59
  Speaker 3: hour arts, we gain no noble goal and lose in
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  Speaker 3: learning parts the grandeur of the whole. If patience pouring tears,
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  Speaker 3: she cannot but lament the long, unfruitful years of exile
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  Speaker 3: idly spent. Have patience, she will find they were not
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  Speaker 3: all in vain, but each has left behind a little
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  Speaker 3: store of gain, a wider wisdom bought with labor, problem solved,
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  Speaker 3: the themes of inner thought more thoroughly revolved. So one
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  Speaker 3: who entertained the prosperous of the earth, no good from
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  Speaker 3: any gained, but lost his wealth and worth in wrath.
• 48:55
  Speaker 3: He gathered round the indigent and old, each wretch, amazed
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  Speaker 3: he found had left a gift of gold. So one
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  Speaker 3: who sought to land where all the earth is ore,
• 49:12
  Speaker 3: But had he sifted sand, he would have gathered more.
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  Speaker 3: Two the sun arose and took the lofty heavens of right.
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  Speaker 3: From out of the heavens he shook the pestilence of
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  Speaker 3: his light. He paced upon his path, and from his
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  Speaker 3: right hand hurled the javelins of his wrath contemptuous of
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  Speaker 3: the world. Before his scornful lips. The forest fell down,
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  Speaker 3: dead and scowling. An eclipse disbanding thunders fled. He fills
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  Speaker 3: the hills with fire and blast the barren plain. He
• 49:57
  Speaker 3: hath stripped the stricken bride, and slain the thorn again.
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  Speaker 3: He cracks the rocks and cakes the quagmires into crust,
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  Speaker 3: and slays the snake and makes the dead leaf writhe
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  Speaker 3: and dust. He halts in heaven halfway and blackens earth
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  Speaker 3: with light. And the dark doom of day lies on
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  Speaker 3: us like the night, a land of clamorous cries, of
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  Speaker 3: everlasting light, of noises in the skies, and noises in
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  Speaker 3: the night. There is no night. The sun lives through
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  Speaker 3: the night again. The image of the sun is burnt
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  Speaker 3: upon the brain. Oh God, he still returns. He slays
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  Speaker 3: us in the dust. The brazen death star burns and
• 50:59
  Speaker 3: stamps us into dust. Three the air is thunder still.
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  Speaker 3: What motion is with us? Deep shocks of thunder fill
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  Speaker 3: the deep sky, ruin us as if down, lumbering large
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  Speaker 3: upon these desert tracks, he had fallen about the marge
• 51:26
  Speaker 3: in cloudy cataracts, and spot by spot and dust the
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  Speaker 3: writhing rain drops lie and turn like blood to rust,
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  Speaker 3: writhe redden, shrink and dry, a land where, all day long,
• 51:45
  Speaker 3: day long, the scanting dirge, the heavy thunders hang and
• 51:51
  Speaker 3: moan upon the verge, where all day long the kite,
• 51:57
  Speaker 3: her queerless question cries and circles lost in light about
• 52:03
  Speaker 3: the yellow skies, and thou o heart art hush'd in
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  Speaker 3: the deep dead of day, half restless and half crush'd,
• 52:17
  Speaker 3: half soaring to away. Day long, the queerless kite, her
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  Speaker 3: queerless question cries and sails a spot of night about
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  Speaker 3: the vasty skies. The puff'd cheeks of typhoons blow through
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  Speaker 3: the worthless clouds that roll in writhing moons and skies
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  Speaker 3: of many moods, none fruitful. And the clouds take up
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  Speaker 3: the dust and dance a dance of death, and shrouds
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  Speaker 3: mock mow, retire advance. Four. Where is the rain? We
• 53:05
  Speaker 3: hear the footsteps of the rain walking in dust, and
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  Speaker 3: near dull thunders o'er the plain cloud dust. The wind
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  Speaker 3: awakes the base dust we have trod, smokes up the
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  Speaker 3: heaven and takes the thunderings of God. No rain. The
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  Speaker 3: angry dust cries out against the rain. The clouds are backward,
• 53:35
  Speaker 3: thrust the monstrous sun again. We hope the rain would
• 53:41
  Speaker 3: fall after the dreadful day, for we heard the thunders
• 53:46
  Speaker 3: call each other far away. We hoped for rain, because
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  Speaker 3: after thunder, rain is given. And yet it only was
• 53:57
  Speaker 3: the mockery of heaven. He is the lord of us.
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  Speaker 3: He will unconquered, sink red but victorious and smoking to
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  Speaker 3: the brink. Shout, barren thunders, shout and rattle and melt again.
• 54:18
  Speaker 3: So fall the fates about, So melt the hopes of men,
• 54:25
  Speaker 3: rattle aloft and wake the sleepers on the roofs wild
• 54:30
  Speaker 3: steeds of heaven, and shake heaven with your echoing hoofs.
• 54:36
  Speaker 3: Awake the weary at night until the cry the rain.
• 54:42
  Speaker 3: Then take to temptuous flight and melt into air again. Five.
• 54:51
  Speaker 3: This is the land of death. The sun his taper
• 54:57
  Speaker 3: is wherewith he numbereth the dead bone that are his.
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  Speaker 3: He walks besides the deep and counts the moldering bones,
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  Speaker 3: and lands of tumbling steep, and cataracts of stones about
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  Speaker 3: his feet, the host of dead leaves. He hath slain, awaken,
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  Speaker 3: shrieking ghost, demanding life again, Oh, silent sepulcher, great East,
• 55:29
  Speaker 3: disastrous climb, O grave of things that were, Oh catacombs
• 55:36
  Speaker 3: of time, Oh silent catacombs, Oh bleared memorial stones were
• 55:44
  Speaker 3: laughing in the tombs. Death plays with moldering bones and
• 55:51
  Speaker 3: through dead bones. The stalk of the living herb is thrust,
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  Speaker 3: and we the living walk and wate of human dust. Dust.
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  Speaker 3: Thou art dust, thy sun, Thy lord and lord of dust,
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  Speaker 3: doth stamp the into one great plane of dust and dust.
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  Speaker 3: Thy heavens, thy nights, thy days, thy temples, and thy creeds,
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  Speaker 3: Thy crumbling palaces, thy far forgotten deeds, infinite dust, half living.
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  Speaker 3: We clothe ourselves in dust and live, not to be living,
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  Speaker 3: but because we must. Thy winds are full of death.
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  Speaker 3: Death comes, we know not whence thy forest have a
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  Speaker 3: breath of secret pestilence. Thy rivers rolling large are blessed
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  Speaker 3: with nos wheat, green but silent at the marge, the
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  Speaker 3: waiting monsters scene no scented silence, eve, but night a
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  Speaker 3: noisy gloom. And we thy captives live the derelicts of doom.
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  Speaker 3: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Vox Clementus by Ronald Ross read for LibriVox dot org
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  Speaker 3: by Nemo Vox Clementus one long long, the barren years
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  Speaker 3: long long, O God, hast thou appointed for our tears.
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  Speaker 3: This term of exile, low life is but no thing.
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  Speaker 3: Thus old friendships perished, not hand in hand with us,
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  Speaker 3: The dying father dead narrowed the mind that should, through
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  Speaker 3: all experience, range and grow in solitude, unheard the wheels
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  Speaker 3: of change, when sadly numbering the wasted golden hours, our
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  Speaker 3: fate hath put to wing that had perchance been ours,
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  Speaker 3: to have seen, to have known, to have trod about
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  Speaker 3: from pole to girth, the heritage of God, this wondrous
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  Speaker 3: sculptured earth. Seeing that never again the usurer time gives back,
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  Speaker 3: how should we not complain this present barren black? We said,
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  Speaker 3: we must not mourn. The end is always good will
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  Speaker 3: pass the pain well born, but sorrow in her mood
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  Speaker 3: would not be comforted, and cried, I know the truth.
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  Speaker 3: Where are the distant dead, and where the wasted youth?
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  Speaker 3: Let wisdom take her ground and hope do what she
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  Speaker 3: can ill heals the dreadful wound that severs half a man. Sorrow,
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  Speaker 3: not so beguiled, would take my hand and lead. But
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  Speaker 3: waiting wisdom, smiled and took my hand instead, and answered, well,
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  Speaker 3: I read the shackled when the goal the bodies strengthen
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  Speaker 3: her need and sorrow of the soul, But mine the
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  Speaker 3: part be given to guide, and hers to follow. And
• 59:41
  Speaker 3: so when through to heaven and sorrow, said I follow two,
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  Speaker 3: to sadness and to self, we should not enter in
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  Speaker 3: sadness the shadow of self, and self the shadow of sin,
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  Speaker 3: unless because the whole of human life appears clear only
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  Speaker 3: when the soul is darkened through with tears. The day
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  Speaker 3: too full of light, with light her own light mars.
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  Speaker 3: But in the shading night, the shining host of stars,
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  Speaker 3: that leaving manhood, men should kiss the hands of grief
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  Speaker 3: and loving. But the wind, the wart, the withered leaf,
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  Speaker 3: a mass, a horde of husk. When joy is in
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  Speaker 3: the corn, nor ever evening dusk without the tints of
• 1:00:36
  Speaker 3: morn informs with doubt if good be or omnipotent, Since
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  Speaker 3: in the brightest blood this idle discontent, joy jester at herself,
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  Speaker 3: and happiness of woe. If self at peace with self,
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  Speaker 3: know not, when shall we know? So one a prosperous man,
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  Speaker 3: nightly the people fill his toast and what he can
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  Speaker 3: is only what he will. They shout. His name is
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  Speaker 3: wed with thunders, torches, flair. Tossed in a wretched bed,
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  Speaker 3: he choose a trifling care. Three one says in scorn
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  Speaker 3: the strife to live well keeps us well, And tis
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  Speaker 3: the unworthy life that makes the prison cell. And one
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  Speaker 3: an angel stood on sands of withering heat, the flowerless
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  Speaker 3: solitude grew green beneath his feet. A third many would
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  Speaker 3: leaf endure thy solitude as else, abscribe thy grief to
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  Speaker 3: poison in the blood, and I o soul content. Yet
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  Speaker 3: in thine exile, dwell and live up to thy bent
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  Speaker 3: not more than well as well. But take the sports divine,
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  Speaker 3: the largest of the earth, wind drinking steeds, be thine embloused,
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  Speaker 3: chase the mirth of those who wisely draw their lives
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  Speaker 3: and nature's vain, and live in the large law of slain,
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  Speaker 3: or be slain, or learn by looking round, lift up
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  Speaker 3: thine eyes. Avou, the gardener of thy ground doth worthier
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  Speaker 3: work than thou. From his poor cot he wends at
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  Speaker 3: early break of day, his pretty charges, tends in his
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  Speaker 3: unskillful way. Much wearied with his toil, he labors through
• 1:02:47
  Speaker 3: the hours and pours upon the soil refreshment for his flowers,
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  Speaker 3: though bent with aged stoop to him. No rest is given,
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  Speaker 3: but the heads of those that droop He raises up
• 1:03:03
  Speaker 3: to heaven, half ready for the grave. His weakness, he
• 1:03:07
  Speaker 3: forgets more scrupulous to save the breath of violets. But
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  Speaker 3: at the evening hour, when he shall seek repose, the
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  Speaker 3: voice of every flower will bless him as he goes.
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  Speaker 3: And a poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 11: Self Sorrows by Ronald Ross read furlabropox dot Org by
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  Speaker 11: Kathleen On these stones that idly make an idle land,
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  Speaker 11: and lie fantastic forms, or break down crumbling hills, not
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  Speaker 11: high in arid cataracts, where meager cattle strayed to search
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  Speaker 11: the meager tracks of bitter grass for aye, they move,
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  Speaker 11: not live, not lie dull eyes that watch the world
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  Speaker 11: and exiles, asking why God brought them here, or hurled
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  Speaker 11: we would, we could have torn this winding web of
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  Speaker 11: fate which round us barely born. Hath brought us to
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  Speaker 11: this state of being cast away among these tombs. The
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  Speaker 11: river of life here, day by day runs downwards, slower
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  Speaker 11: ever into black washes, true yet holds our destiny to
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  Speaker 11: live a year two look round us once and die.
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  Speaker 11: If we should try to trace in portions, line by
• 1:04:46
  Speaker 11: line the beauty of a face, to know why thus
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  Speaker 11: divine seeing, but many curves we miss the inner soul,
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  Speaker 11: and find no part deserves that merit of the whole.
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  Speaker 11: So to analyze thy mournful spirit vain, oh, exile, but
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  Speaker 11: our size suffice to prove the pain, to grow from
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  Speaker 11: much to more in knowledge, and to put a power
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  Speaker 11: to every power afoot before a foot toward that goal
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  Speaker 11: of good that glimmers through the night, above the time
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  Speaker 11: and mood, a star of constant light at last to
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  Speaker 11: meet the dark, the goal not reached, indeed, but full
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  Speaker 11: of hours and work. Are exile, not thy creed, and
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  Speaker 11: less to leap, to catch the spinning spokes of change
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  Speaker 11: in our brief life, to snatch all aspects, and to
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  Speaker 11: range full face with every view, to sit with those
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  Speaker 11: who toil great spirits, toiling too still less to fan
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  Speaker 11: or foil those fires that, rushing fast through all the
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  Speaker 11: people's life, break roaring round the past, and renovating strife.
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  Speaker 11: If in the energetic west, man ever grows more large
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  Speaker 11: like ocean without rest, exploring at the marge here lower,
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  Speaker 11: Yet he turns forever downward, thrust the baleful sun God
• 1:06:21
  Speaker 11: burns and breaks him into dust. Or, like his native plains,
• 1:06:26
  Speaker 11: where nothing new appears, or hath appeared, remains unchanged a
• 1:06:32
  Speaker 11: thousand years two. Though sorrows darkly veiled at all men's tables,
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  Speaker 11: nor the guests may question paled, nor children hush before
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  Speaker 11: those presence of grief sit. Yet to all men do
• 1:06:50
  Speaker 11: do rights, the sweet relief of home, the friendship, true,
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  Speaker 11: the dying word, to feel their country and their keep,
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  Speaker 11: to heave along the wheel and push against the steep.
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  Speaker 11: But in this wilderness, wed to a rock or two,
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  Speaker 11: what joys have we to bless? Far far, our friends
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  Speaker 11: and few, and thou o happy land we dream of
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  Speaker 11: the invin one moment see then stand within this waste again.
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  Speaker 11: The great earth in her zones matures day by day,
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  Speaker 11: but we like wading stones no time but by decay
• 1:07:35
  Speaker 11: grief hath a shadow, shame, and manhood mainly tossed in
• 1:07:41
  Speaker 11: woes without a name, and sorrows that are lost looked
• 1:07:46
  Speaker 11: at when in the streets true sorrow sealed with sores
• 1:07:51
  Speaker 11: and wrapped in rags entreats a charity from ours manhood
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  Speaker 11: can best control. But this dark exile hath worse wounds
• 1:08:03
  Speaker 11: and of the soul, a misery and a wrath. End
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  Speaker 11: of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Exile
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  Speaker 11: by Ronald Ross read for Librifoxtad art by Kathleen One Happy.
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  Speaker 11: The man who plows all day his native crop. He
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  Speaker 11: looks to heaven and nose smiling, the lark aloft happy.
• 1:08:32
  Speaker 11: The man whose toil leads on laborious hills, the rock
• 1:08:36
  Speaker 11: beneath the soil, the measure of his ills. Happiest, who
• 1:08:40
  Speaker 11: can go forth through every age and climb his home,
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  Speaker 11: the whole of earth his heritage, all time in vasty wilds,
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  Speaker 11: and with no crimson petals pranked, the shallow briars breathe
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  Speaker 11: and bloom and die on thanked, And we the useless briar,
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  Speaker 11: and round us desert spread. The sun rolls his fire
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  Speaker 11: and smites the desert dead, death, silence, and the star
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  Speaker 11: with scornful nostrils, curled and half forgotten, far the movements
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  Speaker 11: of the world two one hour released. I rushed about
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  Speaker 11: the world again, the living thousands crushed, the streets were
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  Speaker 11: full of rain. I felt the north wind sting and
• 1:09:20
  Speaker 11: gloried in the sleet. I heard my footsteps ring along
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  Speaker 11: the frosty street, and saw less seen than felt swift
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  Speaker 11: flashing Italy and that bright city built upon the mirroring sea. Three,
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  Speaker 11: My country, my England home. Are thy flowers, bright, thy
• 1:09:38
  Speaker 11: bells ringing the spring, welcome the winter long farewells. Are
• 1:09:43
  Speaker 11: thy fields, fair, each flower filled with heavenly dew. My country.
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  Speaker 11: At this hour when I am thinking of you, art
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  Speaker 11: thou so far, so fair? Across what leagues of foam
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  Speaker 11: my country? Art thou still there? My England, My country,
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  Speaker 11: my home. Four? This hateful desert land is pinned by
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  Speaker 11: a great sea that booms upon the strand forever salt
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  Speaker 11: the sea and salt the shore. The thorn and cactus
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  Speaker 11: stand and gaze upon these waves. New born, the young
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  Speaker 11: grass ends her days straightly. The beach is lined. I
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  Speaker 11: wander to the shore. The sunset dies behind the full
• 1:10:25
  Speaker 11: moon springs before of these great deeps that link the land.
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  Speaker 11: I love with this. I wonder to the brink. I
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  Speaker 11: watch the waters kiss this lonely shore. O waves, Oh
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  Speaker 11: winds and waters where my country sing, oh waves, and
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  Speaker 11: tell me of it here, O night, O moon that
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  Speaker 11: cometh a sad face fronting mine, Oh dusking deep that
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  Speaker 11: boomest What tidings of it thine? Five? O homeland at
• 1:10:55
  Speaker 11: this hour? What joys are thine this moon? What lovers in,
• 1:10:59
  Speaker 11: what bye hour sees? And what jocun tune from smoky
• 1:11:03
  Speaker 11: villages is heard? What homely light shines welcome through the trees?
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  Speaker 11: What watchdog bark's delight? What lingering lennet flings her good
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  Speaker 11: night in the air? What honeysuckle rings her chime of fragrance?
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  Speaker 11: There one moment and I see the cot, the lane,
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  Speaker 11: the light, the moon behind the tree, the evening turn
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  Speaker 11: to night. One moment, know the scent of smoke of
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  Speaker 11: fragrant fires, and hear the cattle pin within the waddled buyers.
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  Speaker 11: One moment and I wake, The vision fades and falls.
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  Speaker 11: These lifeless deserts make me adamantine walls. End of poem.
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  Speaker 11: This recording is in the public domain. Soul Scorn by
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  Speaker 11: Ronald Ross read for labor Box dot Org by Kathleen
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  Speaker 11: Cloak of Cloudy Rack, the Mistless Mystery Mars, But all
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  Speaker 11: the desert is black beneath the quivering stars. I hear
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  Speaker 11: the pinions, creak of night birds beating by, and lost
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  Speaker 11: hyenas shriek unto the spectral sky. The stars, immortal sons
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  Speaker 11: of God are full of fire. But we rejected ones
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  Speaker 11: know heaven. But in desire my soul, said, art thou dead,
• 1:12:26
  Speaker 11: The chasm of night is riven. What dost thou see?
• 1:12:29
  Speaker 11: I said, the full fired fires of heaven. Look not,
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  Speaker 11: but see he said, I said, I know not whether
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  Speaker 11: they are the hosts of God, clashing their spears together,
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  Speaker 11: so bright the stars appear. Their splendor smokes in heaven.
• 1:12:45
  Speaker 11: I think, indeed, I hear their distant voices heaven, he said,
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  Speaker 11: see not, But no, I said, I cannot see. I
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  Speaker 11: think perhaps they go to some great victory. He said,
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  Speaker 11: For ever they go still onward, on and on, and
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  Speaker 11: that is why they know the victory's clarion. I said,
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  Speaker 11: I am too weak to do more than I must.
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  Speaker 11: He said, then cease to seek and perish in the
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  Speaker 11: dust in a poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 11: Resolve by Ronald Ross read for liperbox dot Org by
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  Speaker 11: Kathleen found in Misfortunes Bands, blindfold and brought to nought,
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  Speaker 11: I would reach out my hands and touch eternal thought.
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  Speaker 11: I cannot choose, but try behind these prison bars to
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  Speaker 11: measure earth and sky, and know the whole of stars.
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  Speaker 11: And what I read. I write vain visions as they rise,
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  Speaker 11: vain visions of the night, unworthy other's eyes. I said,
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  Speaker 11: Though dungeoned here in these deep dens of night, my
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  Speaker 11: soul shall persevere to seek super now light, untainted truth,
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  Speaker 11: to know from that fair face of lies, whose heavenly
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  Speaker 11: features glow like truths save in the eyes. Till after
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  Speaker 11: all these years the wisdom come on sought to see
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  Speaker 11: the stars as spheres, and sound the bounds of thought.
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  Speaker 11: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 12: Desert Thoughts by Ronald Ross, read for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 12: by Molly Lynn. I hold with them who see nor
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  Speaker 12: only idly stand, the deed of thought to be worth
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  Speaker 12: many deeds of hand. Ever, as we journey sink the
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  Speaker 12: old behind the new and heaven commands, we think as
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  Speaker 12: justly as we do one golden virtue more than virtue.
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  Speaker 12: We must prize one iron duty more than duty, to
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  Speaker 12: be wise, who to himself hath said this chamber must
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  Speaker 12: be closed this tract of truth, I dread. This darkness,
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  Speaker 12: God imposed may not be lifted, keeps an ever open
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  Speaker 12: door through which deception creeps, confounding more and more, until
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  Speaker 12: two wild extremes of falsehood driven. He dies, intoxicate with
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  Speaker 12: dreams and drunk with a thousand lies and more. If
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  Speaker 12: he have taken a secret lie for friend, he shall
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  Speaker 12: be found forsaken and terrible his end. So one doth
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  Speaker 12: traveling ride a dreadful forest, fears rejoice at length. A
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  Speaker 12: guide he meeteth unawares, with thunder overthrown day, dies in solitude.
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  Speaker 12: The guide a monster grown, devours him, and the wood
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  Speaker 12: idle and base. The cry, if it be so, so
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  Speaker 12: be it. But if it be so, then I will
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  Speaker 12: look not lest I see it. Or this, if it
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  Speaker 12: be so, we lose this thing or that. Twere better
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  Speaker 12: not to know. The lightning spareth not the timorous soul,
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  Speaker 12: who hides his head in danger. Thus the iron fact abides,
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  Speaker 12: things were not made for us. Who answers, who repines,
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  Speaker 12: Not he who works in love, but he who thinks
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  Speaker 12: divines the things he cannot prove. He takes his stand
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  Speaker 12: and rolls the phrase he hopes for heaven. But cheats
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  Speaker 12: the hungry souls and gives them bread of leaven. His
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  Speaker 12: ears are filled with wax, his bandaged eyeballs blind, and
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  Speaker 12: yet no doubts perplex and he can see no wind.
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  Speaker 12: Though all in science good by incessant question found beyond
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  Speaker 12: it strayed, we brood and argue round and round, and
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  Speaker 12: where we hoped the end, such distance we have come amazed.
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  Speaker 12: We only find the point we started from. In fancies,
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  Speaker 12: like the breath we utter, do not prove a cloud
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  Speaker 12: above beneath to fogus. As we move, we climb from
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  Speaker 12: cloud to cloud, the airy precipice fain. When we reach
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  Speaker 12: to God, we fall through the abyss. The vapors will
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  Speaker 12: not bear wild clutch. We are hurled thre aw measurements
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  Speaker 12: of air Again upon the world clear rings the answer high,
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  Speaker 12: the mystery make itself. The mystery is alive. Be cleansed and.
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  Speaker 6: Know thyself.
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  Speaker 12: If with unshaken will, resolving not to stray but to
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  Speaker 12: be rising still, we clamber day by day from truth
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  Speaker 12: to truth. At last, in valleys of the night not lost,
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  Speaker 12: we know the vast and simple upper light. Only one
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  Speaker 12: labory knows the base tumultuous wreck of rock and forest
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  Speaker 12: shows the summit, a single peak, so soft, so seen,
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  Speaker 12: so found, and what the end, so high, A summit
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  Speaker 12: splendor crowned between the earth and sky. Where wherewith sederial blaze,
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  Speaker 12: the mistless planets glow, and stars unusually gaze on unpolluted snow,
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  Speaker 12: no strife, the vast reveals but perfect peace. Indeed the
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  Speaker 12: thunder of spinning wheels at rest in eternal speed and
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  Speaker 12: of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The
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  Speaker 12: Gains of Time by Robert Ross read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 12: Org by Molly Lynn. Lulled in the lap of home,
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  Speaker 12: full fed with fruits of time, ripened on labored loam
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  Speaker 12: by others, since the prime in great, we give no
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  Speaker 12: thought to all these golden things. The toiling past hath brought,
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  Speaker 12: the toiling present brings. But on this silent shore and
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  Speaker 12: waste barbarian we hear the engines, roar, the mind, the
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  Speaker 12: might of man so one in savage lands. He enters
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  Speaker 12: all alone, no weapon in his hands, the secret spears unthrown.
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  Speaker 12: The creepers lose their guile. Seeing his face distressed, they
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  Speaker 12: know not why a smile, a sign or two, a jest,
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  Speaker 12: and all on bended knees, withhold the savage stroke, with
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  Speaker 12: beating heart, he sees the lessening steamer smoke. He draws
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  Speaker 12: a power to be from powers sacrificed. And in his
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  Speaker 12: eyes we see the teaching of the Christ and all
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  Speaker 12: the great beside the oracles of time, from delphic clefts
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  Speaker 12: of pride, or crashed in thundering rhyme, a book his
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  Speaker 12: finger parts, he moves through adverse cries, master of many
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  Speaker 12: arts and careless of the skies. What are thy mighty deeds,
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  Speaker 12: oh past thy gains o time? A dust of ruined creeds,
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  Speaker 12: a scrul or two of rhyme, a temple earthquake dashed,
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  Speaker 12: a false record of things, a picture lightning flashed of
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  Speaker 12: cruel eyes of kings know these, A wiser rule, a
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  Speaker 12: science of ampler span, a heart more pitiful, more mind,
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  Speaker 12: a nobler man. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 12: the public domain. Invocation by Ronald Ross, read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 12: dot org by Molly Lynne. Invocation Part one, thee most
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  Speaker 12: we honor thee great science, Hold thy way the end
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  Speaker 12: thou canst not see, But in the end the day
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  Speaker 12: seek without seeking ends and chatter without ruth on THEE.
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  Speaker 12: Our fate depends. Be faithful, keep the truth. We think
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  Speaker 12: it false to dream beyond the likely fact. We grant
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  Speaker 12: THEE truth supreme. Whatever thou exact, I pray THEE Truth control.
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  Speaker 12: My destiny is trot and move my sightless soul in
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  Speaker 12: thy high ways of thought. Hold thou my hand. I
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  Speaker 12: go wherever thou wilt guide, though bleak the bitter snow
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  Speaker 12: and black the mountain side. Or if thou bidst descend,
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  Speaker 12: I fear not for myself, though raging thunders rend and
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  Speaker 12: lightnings lash the gulf my deeds. I will endow my spirit,
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  Speaker 12: render clean O truth with THEE. And thou wilt make
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  Speaker 12: the desert green and haply show withal the wells that
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  Speaker 12: will not sink, sweet pastures for the soul, And in
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  Speaker 12: the desert drink confounded by these briars. Thy stars will
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  Speaker 12: compass me and be the beacon fires to light mine
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  Speaker 12: eyes to THEE. Part two. But in my state, infirm
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  Speaker 12: that spirit comes and cries to me in wrath, O
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  Speaker 12: worm THEE see not who have eyes, how thou that
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  Speaker 12: hast not.
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  Speaker 9: No?
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  Speaker 12: My children drink the sun, taking them wings to go
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  Speaker 12: where others walk or run. Yet scarcely one life tot
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  Speaker 12: can ever rightly heed the issue of a thought, or
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  Speaker 12: do a fruitful deed, and of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 12: in the public domain. Despairs by Ronald Roth, readfre Librevox
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  Speaker 12: dot Org by Molly Lane. Despairs, Part one. I call
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  Speaker 12: no curse on fate. I call no curse on the
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  Speaker 12: oh baron bitter state of exile. Such to me I would,
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  Speaker 12: but only this. I wish that I could go and
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  Speaker 12: see the thing that is un seen. Better no, and
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  Speaker 12: take things in my hand and find if false or fit.
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  Speaker 12: But in this far off land, what hope is there
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  Speaker 12: of it? There is no hope of it I see,
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  Speaker 12: but sad despair, unless it may be writ God cureth
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  Speaker 12: care by care. So one in prison thrust he ages
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  Speaker 12: span by span, But in the prison dust becomes a
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  Speaker 12: better man. So one is blind from birth all day
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  Speaker 12: he sitteth still. He cannot see the earth, but heaven
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  Speaker 12: when he will. Part two. I thought that I might rise, and,
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  Speaker 12: looking to the stars, lift up my blinded eyes, and
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  Speaker 12: blessed God unawares in words, whose merit this poor buds
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  Speaker 12: of blighting air to know no loveliness? But breath the
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  Speaker 12: scent of prayer. Since Heaven hath decreed who suffers lives
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  Speaker 12: with God, and he who writes, indeed must write in
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  Speaker 12: his own blood. I thought, though fettered fast, I yet
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  Speaker 12: might move my hands to cast or to recast some labor,
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  Speaker 12: sift the sands for knowledge, Sir, which the vast some
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  Speaker 12: hidden hope to find, perhaps to help at last the
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  Speaker 12: cause of humankind. Oh hope abandoned not in me the
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  Speaker 12: worth or wit. God gave this lowly lot, because ah
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  Speaker 12: I merit it in humble ways. I move myself to
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  Speaker 12: little things, the heated hands I prove. I watch the
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  Speaker 12: light that springs or fades in favored eyes. My only
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  Speaker 12: solace there, not to be rich or wise, but to
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  Speaker 12: have done with fear. God sees the silent space where
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  Speaker 12: footsteps never trod, and in the lonely place the listener God.
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  Speaker 12: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Induration by Ronald Ross read for LibriVox dot Org by
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  Speaker 7: rov Aggerwong. Induration Deep Deep in league with fate, Fate fast,
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  Speaker 7: in league with sorrow and sorrow with my state. I
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  Speaker 7: would that I could borrow, oh deep, a depth from
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  Speaker 7: thee Oh fate that fixed calm, oh sorrow, what to me,
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  Speaker 7: thou givest not thy bomb, that I might worthier show
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  Speaker 7: a scorn of your controls, and let misfortune know. Iron
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  Speaker 7: chains make iron souls. If chaded, we could but take
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  Speaker 7: contasion from the steel, and Wisdom's mantle shake around us
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  Speaker 7: head to heal, and chill the eyes, and rest no
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  Speaker 7: longer violent, the steel, still more impressed, would banish discontent.
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  Speaker 7: The strongest chains are burst when we have done with care.
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  Speaker 7: A joy lives in the worst, a gladness in despair.
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  Speaker 7: So when great clouds all night full high debate of thunder,
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  Speaker 7: in awful tones that fright the huddled cities under and
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  Speaker 7: roar their rage, and move about the breadth of space,
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  Speaker 7: and sudden flashes prove the badness in their face. At length,
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  Speaker 7: when break of day shows heavenly peace newborn, they mutteringly
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  Speaker 7: melt away before the might of mourn. End of poem.
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  Speaker 7: This recording is in the public domain. Wisdom's Council by
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  Speaker 7: Ronald Ross read for LibriVox dot org by rov agerwol
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  Speaker 7: Wisdom's Council. One but Wisdom, wearying said, I know a
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  Speaker 7: nobler way. Let fate with sorrow wed, and give the
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  Speaker 7: deep his day. But turn thine eyes and see with
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  Speaker 7: some more love sincere the prisoners that with thee are
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  Speaker 7: also dungeoned. Here, the peel flower in the chink, the
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  Speaker 7: spider at the grate, the bird that comes to drink
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  Speaker 7: his tolls from thy plate. Grief sitting saddening still, with
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  Speaker 7: cold eyes inward cast, looks round the empty will and
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  Speaker 7: dreary chambers, vast of thought. She cannot sit. She loads
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  Speaker 7: her selfish tears. She looks once more without, and lo
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  Speaker 7: worse grief appears. Her tears but chitten freeze. She watches
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  Speaker 7: the world's need, and deeper sorrow sees, and that that weeps. Indeed,
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  Speaker 7: there is no misery attired in morning, where worse misery
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  Speaker 7: may not see, And that that goeth bare. We have
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  Speaker 7: no heavy cross, to someone's is not small. We weep
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  Speaker 7: no heavy loss, but someone weeps us all and not.
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  Speaker 7: The grief unseen and not the aching mind cries like
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  Speaker 7: the sorrow scene and shivering in the wind. Two half stunned,
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  Speaker 7: I look around and see a land of death, dead
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  Speaker 7: bones that walk aground, and dead bones underneath, a race
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  Speaker 7: of wretches caught between the palms of need and rubbed
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  Speaker 7: to utter, not the chaff of human seed, and all
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  Speaker 7: like stricken leaves, desponded multitudes. The wind of winter drives
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  Speaker 7: about the broken woods. The toiler tills the field, but
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  Speaker 7: at his bossom coiled the blood leech makes him yield
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  Speaker 7: the pence for which he toil, and grows and drops
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  Speaker 7: off fat from these poor breathless ones who know not
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  Speaker 7: this or that, but work themselves to bones. And this
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  Speaker 7: one fevered flags, and that one hopeless tries or uncomplaining
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  Speaker 7: drags a giant leg and die. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 7: recording is in the public domain. Impatience by Ronald Ross
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  Speaker 7: read for LibriVox dot org by rov Agarwal. Impatience vain drug.
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  Speaker 7: If I am sick, can others sickness heal or dead
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  Speaker 7: death make me quick? I care not what they feel.
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  Speaker 7: What wreck iy let me go is not my bossom full.
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  Speaker 7: The sorrow that I know makes others sorrow dull. I
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  Speaker 7: will shut up the soul, for only joy is just
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  Speaker 7: stones with the river roll, and we even as we must.
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  Speaker 7: Why should I think of thee O wisdom and thy lies.
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  Speaker 7: Better laugh and foolish bee than laugh not and be wise.
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  Speaker 7: The wild birds hear thee, not of thee, not Torrent's rule.
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  Speaker 7: The deep seas know no jot of all thy little lore.
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  Speaker 7: But man who cannot escape to follow thee in trust,
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  Speaker 7: Thou takest by the nape and grindest in the dust.
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  Speaker 7: End a poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: World Sorrows by Ronald ross Red for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 7: by rov Agerwall World Sorrows. One lo here, cursed cast
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  Speaker 7: hath made men things that creep. The beggars totter past,
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  Speaker 7: the baser Sultan's sleep, The limping lepers crawl, the tricking
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  Speaker 7: traders cheat, the lean ones cry and fall, the fat
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  Speaker 7: one's curse and beat. Never hath freedom's cry. The stifling
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  Speaker 7: stillness cleaved, the hopeless millions die that yet had never lived.
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  Speaker 7: No noble god of earth man can but snatch and eat. Starvation,
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  Speaker 7: murders worth, wealth makes the beast complete. What horror here
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  Speaker 7: is this? Thy revelation truth? I shake at thee abyss?
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  Speaker 7: What hunger, rage and ruth? How hopeless heaven? We men
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  Speaker 7: are not the gods we think based prismires of the
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  Speaker 7: fen that fight and bite and sink. Two O myriad
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  Speaker 7: child and mother sitting among their graves, who d and
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  Speaker 7: one another have made forever slaves great east o aged mother,
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  Speaker 7: too old for fear and hope, fear that is Pleasure's
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  Speaker 7: brother and sorrow sister, hope as erst in age is gone.
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  Speaker 7: So now thou art half dead, thy countenance turned to
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  Speaker 7: stone by an eternal dread, with lips that dare not move,
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  Speaker 7: an awful lids apart, while yet faint pulses prove the
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  Speaker 7: life about thy heart. Thou sittest at dreadful gaze into
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  Speaker 7: the dreadful vast, for thou canst swell a praise the
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  Speaker 7: future by the past, were thou beholdest death, confound and desolate,
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  Speaker 7: and men like ants beneath the giant feed of fate.
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  Speaker 7: Three are these thy mighty deeds, oh past, thy gains
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  Speaker 7: o time, This rack of ruined creeds, this scroll or
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  Speaker 7: two of rhyme, a temple earthquake dashed, a false record
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  Speaker 7: of things, a picture lightning flashed of cruel eyes of kings,
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  Speaker 7: A mangled race that bleeds in cruel customs, clause, besotted
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  Speaker 7: by their creeds and murdered by their laws. Right easily
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  Speaker 7: understood Fate's lesson is to slow. She takes a nation's
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  Speaker 7: blood to jot a word, are two, and for sufficient
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  Speaker 7: space to write a line of hers. She wipes away
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  Speaker 7: a race and dashes down the verse, and cries so
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  Speaker 7: much to each and man, make marker not but what
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  Speaker 7: I choose to teach shall never be forgot. End of poem.
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  Speaker 7: This recording is in the public domain. Philosophies by Ronald
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  Speaker 7: Ross read for Levervox dot org by Rob Agerwall. Philosophies,
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  Speaker 7: What if it be not to be or being be
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  Speaker 7: in vain, that high philosophy shall ever counsel men to
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  Speaker 7: mend this mindless state, in which, as in the east,
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  Speaker 7: we drift on floods of fate, as helpless as the beast.
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  Speaker 7: Then hear the issue is. Look on this land and
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  Speaker 7: weep a race as ruined as this, a misery as
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  Speaker 7: deep two. Seeing how pent we are within our human
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  Speaker 7: ways that save in ceaseless war, we cannot spend our
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  Speaker 7: days in struggle, each with each to get a breathing space,
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  Speaker 7: while Heaven, out of reach, looks on with scornful face.
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  Speaker 7: I wonder, for man's sake, cannot that mind of his
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  Speaker 7: which made the engine make a better state than this.
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  Speaker 7: You're sitting in my place. There comes to me unsought,
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  Speaker 7: the beautiful, sad face of this undying thought, and with it,
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  Speaker 7: as in scorn, the present state, this cried of monsters,
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  Speaker 7: heaven born and angels crucified, Where scorge to unnatural toil
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  Speaker 7: in palsy posture bent man creeping near the soil forgets
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  Speaker 7: the firmament. Three since since we first began to measure
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  Speaker 7: near and far, and know that the thoughts of man,
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  Speaker 7: his chiefest actions, are a thousand cries, and the sooth
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  Speaker 7: call us through time a main and every cry of truth,
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  Speaker 7: and every truth again. And yet the needful task to
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  Speaker 7: mend this state withal remains Undone. We ask, what is
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  Speaker 7: the good of all? Do cries the lofty seer believe
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  Speaker 7: the prelate cries be beauty's priests. Austere persuades the man replies,
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  Speaker 7: we have three beds at home, where eight of us
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  Speaker 7: must lie three blankets in one room. My children, wife
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  Speaker 7: and I. All day our work we mind, but little
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  Speaker 7: money gain. At night, the wintry wind winds through the
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  Speaker 7: window pane. So one doth read at ease with comfortable wine,
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  Speaker 7: devouch philosophies that say, for him divine to be, to bear,
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  Speaker 7: to act, to no one's self be, are all the
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  Speaker 7: heavens exact? He answers, I am strong, I fear not
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  Speaker 7: any fate. I do I normally bear A beggar at
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  Speaker 7: his gait, cries in the bitter air end a poem.
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  Speaker 7: This recording is in the public domain. Lies by Ronald
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  Speaker 7: Ross read forlibrivox dot Org by rob Aggerwall. Lies one,
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  Speaker 7: come lie to us, let us glow. Pour out the
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  Speaker 7: red wine. Speak, pour out the sweet lies, so we
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  Speaker 7: shall be warm and sleek. Tell us in manner high
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  Speaker 7: the flattering things that soothe, but hush the outter cry,
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  Speaker 7: and crush the inner truth. What matters all the din
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  Speaker 7: of truth. Discordant cries, We quaff the joyous wine and
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  Speaker 7: lap ourselves in and lies. The lordly anthem peals the
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  Speaker 7: while the people rought the gilded church reveals the penury
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  Speaker 7: of their lot. No matter, let them starve the gorgeous
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  Speaker 7: mass of tones. These glorious arches serve to sepulcher their bones.
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  Speaker 7: Come him, the dying wretch with pains on the harps,
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  Speaker 7: gnarred and vermilion, fetch to paint and scent the corpse.
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  Speaker 7: Two into the hand of man, when by the gods
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  Speaker 7: first formed, they gave this talisman, the dul stone reason
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  Speaker 7: armed with which to brave the skies, and made the
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  Speaker 7: earth his throne. But to his infant eyes a brighter
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  Speaker 7: treasure shone, the tinsel, fancy flame, elusive and alas he
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  Speaker 7: flung away the gem and took the glittering glass. Three vain,
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  Speaker 7: the visions, vain dreams, the intoxicate in the dark day,
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  Speaker 7: when men come face to face with fate, not out
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  Speaker 7: of knowledge grown the empty dogmas rise, but gilded bubbles
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  Speaker 7: blown from the foul froth of lines.
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  Speaker 3: End of poem.
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  Speaker 7: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Truth Service and Self Servers by Ronald Ross Read Fourlibrivox
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  Speaker 4: dot Org by brus Ka Chuck. One. Alas we know
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  Speaker 4: not what withholds us from the goal forever an inner
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  Speaker 4: rot consumes the seeing soul. Only the truth will serve.
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  Speaker 4: But he who follows it and finds has not the
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  Speaker 4: nerve to rule the world with it. The cunning keep
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  Speaker 4: the crown, and Fate decrees that he who lives with
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  Speaker 4: truth alone shall win no victory. Two not to be
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  Speaker 4: granted great, not to be crowned in youth. His soul
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  Speaker 4: is passionate with anger for the truth. He feels the
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  Speaker 4: spirit drouth. He seeks the mad emprize to mark the
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  Speaker 4: mocking mouth and smite the lips of lies, not his,
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  Speaker 4: the happy guile, to veil the flinching eye. Here where
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  Speaker 4: we sit and smile, to hear each other lie, but
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  Speaker 4: ours to live forsooth we keep a decent face and
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  Speaker 4: sees the skirts of truth, and skip into a place
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  Speaker 4: with bearded wisdom. Thence our noble plan unfold for gathering
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  Speaker 4: good pretense, indeed for gathering gold. But he he cannot rise.
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  Speaker 4: He slowly falls apart for all these human lies, our needles.
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  Speaker 4: In his heart he has the truth, he thinks. He
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  Speaker 4: shivers in his rags. The laughing lyre chinks his bursting money,
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  Speaker 4: bags of lie begotten pelf and climbs the ladder of
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  Speaker 4: lies to fortune for himself and not for wisdom. Wise
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  Speaker 4: we crown the charlatan, but show to him who shapes
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  Speaker 4: a priceless work for man, the gratitude of apes. So
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  Speaker 4: wan with toil, hath writ the work which is his life.
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  Speaker 4: Being poor, he has no wit. His reader is his wife.
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  Speaker 4: They live in direst need. No fortunate patron shows the
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  Speaker 4: work for men to read. He dies, and no one knows.
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  Speaker 4: A jealous rival burns the work. He will not save.
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  Speaker 4: The buried poet turns and mutters in his grave. Three
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  Speaker 4: old old Earth. We smile thou, ancient land of lies.
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  Speaker 4: At all, thy simple guile, thy wisdom that's not wise,
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  Speaker 4: scalm of the populace, the chatterer, cheat and fool. Thou
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  Speaker 4: puttest in high place to scourge thee and to rule.
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  Speaker 4: But him who thee hath given the good food of
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  Speaker 4: the land or water out of heaven. Thou bitest in
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  Speaker 4: the hand end a poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 4: public domain.
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  Speaker 13: Wraths by Ronald Ross read for LibriVox dot Org by
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  Speaker 13: Damila Osdimir. My soul is full of fire, wrath and
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  Speaker 13: tempestuous dirge. I feel but one desire to find a
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  Speaker 13: sword and scourge. Since man, by right of birth and
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  Speaker 13: Nature's gift at least a god upon the earth remaineth
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  Speaker 13: but a beast, ill, ruling, blind and halt, and not
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  Speaker 13: by powers unknown or far off Heaven's fault, but chiefly
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  Speaker 13: by his own lies. Let us drink them up. The
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  Speaker 13: sweet and bitter lies. Man takes the maddening cup and
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  Speaker 13: drinks and dreams and dies pure as revealing morn. The
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  Speaker 13: Angel Truth stands there. But we, oh basely born, dare
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  Speaker 13: not to look at her, not by eternal laws. Condemned
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  Speaker 13: to eternal and ruth, we suffer. But because we dare
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  Speaker 13: not face the truth, we wreathe and sanctify us to
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  Speaker 13: the inferior gods for things which willify us. We lash
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  Speaker 13: ourselves with rods. We rip our veins and bleed before
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  Speaker 13: the gods of mire. For Molloch without need, consume our
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  Speaker 13: babes and fire, the greatest god of all. An eternal
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  Speaker 13: silence reigns to his high audience Hall. No human soul attains.
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  Speaker 13: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Vision of Nessians by Ronald Ross read for librevox dot
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  Speaker 3: org by Nima. Vision of Nessians one, A vision of
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  Speaker 3: the night. I started in my bed. A finger in
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  Speaker 3: the night was placed upon my head, A ray of
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  Speaker 3: corruption blue as in an internal air, and corpses come.
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  Speaker 3: I knew a death. A woman there delirious, kneed and knee.
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  Speaker 3: They drank of love like wine. He skelted and thin
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  Speaker 3: and she most beautiful, most divine. He, with his eyes
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  Speaker 3: half warmed out of their wan, eclips with lipless kisses,
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  Speaker 3: stormed upon her living lips, and like a vulture, quaffed
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  Speaker 3: and raised his hideous head with joy, aloft and loft,
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  Speaker 3: like vulture sipping blood. The purple fold by fold fell
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  Speaker 3: from her, and unseen the diadem of gold by which
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  Speaker 3: I knew her queen, nor he unknown, for at his
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  Speaker 3: feet the fiery brand and freezing fetters that endow him
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  Speaker 3: with command, and on his head a crown of thirsty
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  Speaker 3: thorns of flame that flickered up and down in words
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  Speaker 3: that went and came like God's. I am of God,
• 1:49:05
  Speaker 3: and said, duty to me is duty unto God, and said,
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  Speaker 3: come on to me, and I will give you rest. Then,
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  Speaker 3: as I wondered, lo, I saw the woman waste to nothing,
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  Speaker 3: and he, as though blood nourished by her blood, grow
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  Speaker 3: grosser in the gloom and leprous, like the toad that
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  Speaker 3: battens in the tomb, and both corrupted, pined, and lo
• 1:49:35
  Speaker 3: a voice that wept, and then a faint far wind
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  Speaker 3: of laughter, and I slept two methought the heavens were crushed.
• 1:49:48
  Speaker 3: A myriad angel stood a wind of thunder rushed before
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  Speaker 3: the feet of God. He spake, accursed, man, I find
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  Speaker 3: your earth a hell, Show me what ye have done?
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  Speaker 3: I bade ye order well, they said, well, we have prayed, Lord,
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  Speaker 3: and for Heaven's hope, A thousand temples made, and his
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  Speaker 3: lightning licked them up End a poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 3: in the public domain. The Deeps by Ronald Ross read
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  Speaker 3: for LibriVox dot Org by Nema. The Deeps one spirit,
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  Speaker 3: though without a name, Great the left hand of God,
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  Speaker 3: who cooleth the quick flame and bend us back the rod.
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  Speaker 3: His awful right hand bears till the dull worm of
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  Speaker 3: earth no worse in darkness fares than things of brighter birth,
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  Speaker 3: nor in in the lapse of hell, all everlast in gloom.
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  Speaker 3: Help us to suffer well these dark days of our doom.
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  Speaker 3: Swift smiter of extremes, who only let us thus live,
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  Speaker 3: who feedest with bright dreams at midnight, and thus give
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  Speaker 3: even to the poorest wretch of this distressful land a draft,
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  Speaker 3: a rag, a stretch of soil. A loving hand ours
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  Speaker 3: to the guardian Thou, And if no other good thou
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  Speaker 3: wilt bestow and dow at least with fortitude two long
• 1:51:42
  Speaker 3: long the barren years, A deeper darkness grows, The roadside
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  Speaker 3: tree appears no more, the shadows close lost. I sit
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  Speaker 3: down with night and weave night horrors. Here sad voices
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  Speaker 3: in flight and warnings in the air, and convocations of
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  Speaker 3: thunder above, tumultuous woods, and white stars weeping under black
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  Speaker 3: threatening of clouds, and a poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 3: the public domain. Loss by Ronald Ross read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 3: dot org by Nima Loss one. Death too hath come
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  Speaker 3: with sorrow, sorrow enough today brings death with her tomorrow
• 1:52:44
  Speaker 3: unwelcome guest to stay with us If I be sick,
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  Speaker 3: I know not care not. When the night is very thick.
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  Speaker 3: My tract of toil is sand hated, the daily toil hated,
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  Speaker 3: the toilet loved daily. The worthless soil sinks back as
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  Speaker 3: it is moved. Two, I seize the hands of grief.
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  Speaker 3: I would not thus be thrown. But death came like
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  Speaker 3: a thief behind and seized my own. I held debate
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  Speaker 3: with pain, and half persuaded her. Then came the utterance
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  Speaker 3: plain of death. The answerer criest thou so before thou sufferest,
• 1:53:32
  Speaker 3: He said, wait yet a little more, and thou shalt
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  Speaker 3: cry in deed, sorrow so darkly veiled, will take my hand,
• 1:53:42
  Speaker 3: ned o wisdom, thou hast failed, and sorrow she must lead,
• 1:53:50
  Speaker 3: and death with her. He goes before and readeth plain
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  Speaker 3: the painful list of those dear ones whom he hath slain.
• 1:54:00
  Speaker 3: They fail, they fall, they sink, Torn from the treacherous sands,
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  Speaker 3: the deeps of death, they drink and reach out maddened
• 1:54:10
  Speaker 3: hands a mist across the deep of future and of past.
• 1:54:15
  Speaker 3: The rock wherein we creep the present we hold fast,
• 1:54:20
  Speaker 3: visible alone, around the rolling wreaths of fog, The unseen surges, sound,
• 1:54:28
  Speaker 3: dead eyes are in the fog. We have no aery's scope.
• 1:54:32
  Speaker 3: We are not things that fly. We are but things
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  Speaker 3: that grope from hand to hand and die. Not many friends,
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  Speaker 3: oh God, ours, and so far so dear, so far
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  Speaker 3: that lest manhood losing can nobly bear the loss as
• 1:54:52
  Speaker 3: having more must love. What bitter loss to us, so distant,
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  Speaker 3: For no dying word to us, no hand in ours,
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  Speaker 3: not even to see the well known spot the room,
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  Speaker 3: the chair is given to visit the sacred plot. Three
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  Speaker 3: O lily that to the lips pulsed at the name
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  Speaker 3: of death, and with rest and eclipse in yieldless as
• 1:55:21
  Speaker 3: sickly breath and rose that shuddest thy leaves and trembleous
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  Speaker 3: as they fall. Know ye what power bereaves and takes
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  Speaker 3: the sum of all, now slowly perishing down to the
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  Speaker 3: leafless core. Ye die no lovely thing, a heart, and
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  Speaker 3: nothing more. Four. If we could think that death, as
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  Speaker 3: surely as we dream, to us who dwell beneath the
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  Speaker 3: summit of supreme prospective love and peace will open heavenly sweet,
• 1:56:00
  Speaker 3: it would be wise to cease. If ceasing thus completes,
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  Speaker 3: unless the further faith, malfie and power pursue from death
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  Speaker 3: those who, in death have hoped to struggle through. Five.
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  Speaker 3: The tropic night is hushed with hateful noises. Hark the
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  Speaker 3: fluttering night moth, crushed by reptiles in the dark about
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  Speaker 3: the bed. The sound of tiny shrieks of pain, of
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  Speaker 3: midnight murders, round of creatures, serpents slain. A moan of
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  Speaker 3: thunder fills the stagnant air, and soon a black cloud
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  Speaker 3: from the hills devours the helpless moon. Those faces stamped
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  Speaker 3: in air, when all the hateful night we toss and
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  Speaker 3: cannot bear the heated bed, and night is full of
• 1:56:59
  Speaker 3: silent sounds that walk about the bed. The whining nightfly
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  Speaker 3: wounds the ear. The air is dead, the darkness, madness, heat,
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  Speaker 3: a hell appearing gaze are silent. At the feet stand
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  Speaker 3: gazing going gaze, and a poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 3: the public domain. Death by Ronald Ross read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 3: dot org by Nemo.
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  Speaker 2: Death one.
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  Speaker 3: The Sun said, I have trod the hateful darkness, dead
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  Speaker 3: in the hand of approving God is placed upon my head.
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  Speaker 3: And cried, where art thou Night, come forth, thou worm
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  Speaker 3: appear that I may slay thee quite? And the Knight
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  Speaker 3: answered here And the Sun said, my might is next
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  Speaker 3: to his most high? Canst thou destroy me?
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  Speaker 13: Night?
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  Speaker 3: And the Knight answered, ay two, This mooned desert round
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  Speaker 3: those deeps before me spread. I sought for hope and
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  Speaker 3: found him beautiful but dead in this resounding waste. I
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  Speaker 3: sought for hope and cried, Where art thou hope aghast?
• 1:58:49
  Speaker 3: I found that he had died. I cried for hope.
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  Speaker 3: The briars pointed the way he had gone cold. Were
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  Speaker 3: the heavenly fires colder? The numb lipp'd moon, Where art
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  Speaker 3: thou hope I go returning? He had said, I found
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  Speaker 3: him white as snow and beautiful, but dead. He would return,
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  Speaker 3: he said, when that I heeded not lo he had
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  Speaker 3: fallen dead. Dead. Hope is dead?
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  Speaker 2: Is not?
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  Speaker 3: I tear my hands with briars, my face and earth
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  Speaker 3: I thrust. I curse the heavenly fires. I drink the
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  Speaker 3: desert dust. A threat of thunder fills us low. A
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  Speaker 3: voice the waves, A breathless horror stills the sand, a
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  Speaker 3: sea of graves methought. The mocking moon opened her yellow
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  Speaker 3: lips and spake. The planets swoon in vapory eclipse. Fool,
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  Speaker 3: All the world is dust, Even I who shine on
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  Speaker 3: thee there perish and add thy dust to that supple
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  Speaker 3: karl see three. In exile. Here I trod, and with
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  Speaker 3: presumptuous breath, called out aloud for God. The answer came
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  Speaker 3: from death, O world. Thy quest is cold, O world?
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  Speaker 3: Who answereth distracted? Thou hast called? The answer came from death.
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  Speaker 3: I called for God and heard no voice but that
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  Speaker 3: of death. Then came the bitter word, fool. God himself
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  Speaker 3: is death, great death, not little death. That nips the
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  Speaker 3: flowers unfurled and stays the infant's breath. But death that
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  Speaker 3: slays the world. And in despair, I ran and stumbled
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  Speaker 3: at the marge, and saw from span to span death's
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  Speaker 3: ocean rolling large in only the breath, accursed of Billow's
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  Speaker 3: barring hope that thundered death and burst in tears upon
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  Speaker 3: the slope, nor in the heaven's hope. The sun drew
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  Speaker 3: in and shrank his flashes from the cope and answered death,
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  Speaker 3: and sank. I sought the sacred Knight and solace of
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  Speaker 3: the stars, for surely in their light no shade of
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  Speaker 3: death appears like tears. Their answer came one by one
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  Speaker 3: from heaven. Their answer was the same. No other word
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  Speaker 3: was given. Four. But then the silence said, resolve thy
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  Speaker 3: visioning mind. Is action for the dead, or seeing in
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  Speaker 3: the blind cry not with fruitless breath? Is it not understood?
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  Speaker 3: If God had uttered death, then also death is good.
• 2:02:36
  Speaker 3: Abandon wrath and ruth, touch not the high, nor ask
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  Speaker 3: for God alone the truth. Perform thy daily task. End
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  Speaker 3: a poem. This recording is in the public domain. The
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  Speaker 3: Monsoon Ronald Ross red for LibriVox dot org by Nemo.
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  Speaker 3: The monsoon. One, what ails the solitude? Is this the
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  Speaker 3: judgment day? The sky is red as blood. The very
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  Speaker 3: rocks decay and crack and crumble, And there's a flame
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  Speaker 3: of wind wherewith the burning sand is ever masted and thin.
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  Speaker 3: Even the sickly sun is dimmid by the dearth, And
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  Speaker 3: screaming dead leaves run about the desolate earth. Die. Then
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  Speaker 3: we are accursed and strike consuming God. The very tiger's
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  Speaker 3: thirst too much to drink of blood. The eagle soareth not,
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  Speaker 3: the viper bites herself. The vulture hath forgot to rend
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  Speaker 3: the dying wolf. The world is white with heat. The
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  Speaker 3: world is rent and riven. The world and heavens meet,
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  Speaker 3: the lost stars cry in heaven. Two art thou, an
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  Speaker 3: angel speak, stupendous cloud that comest, what wrath on whom
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  Speaker 3: to wreak? Redeemest thou or doomest Thine eyes are of
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  Speaker 3: the dead, aflame within thy breast, Thy giant wings outspread
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  Speaker 3: like death's upon the west. Thy lifted locks of hair
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  Speaker 3: are flames of fluttering fire, Thy countenance of despair, made
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  Speaker 3: mad with inner iron. Three who cries, The night is
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  Speaker 3: black as death, and not as night. The world has
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  Speaker 3: fallen back to nothing. Sound and light and moon and
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  Speaker 3: star and skies, thunder and lightning, all gone, gone, Not
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  Speaker 3: even cries the cricket in the hall, the dog without
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  Speaker 3: at last, the end of all the hours. Was that
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  Speaker 3: a spirit passed between the slamming doors we slept, not
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  Speaker 3: yet we wake? Was it a voice that cried, awake,
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  Speaker 3: ye sleepless, Wake, ye deathless, who have died? No voice,
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  Speaker 3: no light, no sound. It was the fancy that at
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  Speaker 3: midnight makes rebound of thoughts we labor at. At midday.
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  Speaker 3: Let us sleep. The night is very black, the heat
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  Speaker 3: of madness. Sleep before the day comes back. Who cries
• 2:05:55
  Speaker 3: the voice again? It is the storm that breaks, the
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  Speaker 3: tempest and the rain, the quivering crash that shakes, the
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  Speaker 3: thunder and the flash, the brand that rips and roars,
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  Speaker 3: The winds of God that dash and split a thousand doors,
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  Speaker 3: the chariots of God that gallop on the plain and
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  Speaker 3: shake the solid sod. Awake the rain, the rain, thunder
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  Speaker 3: and burst, o sky, thunder and boil, Oh deep, Let
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  Speaker 3: the thick thunder cry, Let the live lightning leap, smite
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  Speaker 3: white light like the sword of Heaven from Heaven's height,
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  Speaker 3: consume the thing abhorred, and quell the dreadful night. Smite
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  Speaker 3: white light like the brand of God from heaven to earth,
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  Speaker 3: and purge the desolate land of this destroying dearth. Four.
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  Speaker 3: O wilderness of death, O desert, rent and riven. Where
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  Speaker 3: art thou, for the breath of heaven hath made thee heaven?
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  Speaker 3: I know not now these ways. The rocky rifts are gone,
• 2:07:20
  Speaker 3: deep ferjured, like the brays of blest avalon. Here where
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  Speaker 3: there were no flowers, the heavenly waters flow, and through
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  Speaker 3: a thousand bowers, innumerable blossoms blow and a poem. This
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  Speaker 3: recording is in the public domain. Reply by Ronald Ross
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  Speaker 3: read for LibriVox dot org by Nemo. Reply one, this day,
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  Speaker 3: relenting God hath placed within my hand a wondrous thing,
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  Speaker 3: and God be praised at his command, seeking his secret deeds.
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  Speaker 3: With tears and toiling breath, I find thy cunning seeds,
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  Speaker 3: O million, murdering death. I know this little thing. A
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  Speaker 3: myriad men will save O death. Where is thy sting
• 2:08:27
  Speaker 3: thy victory? O grave? Two before thy feet, I fall, Lord,
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  Speaker 3: who made high my fate. For in the mighty small
• 2:08:40
  Speaker 3: thou ShoWest the mighty great. Henceforth I will resound or
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  Speaker 3: praises unto thee. Though I was beat and bound, Thou
• 2:08:51
  Speaker 3: gavest me victory. Though in these depths of night, deep dungeoned,
• 2:08:57
  Speaker 3: I was hurled, Thou sentest me alight, wherewith to mend
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  Speaker 3: the world, Oh exile, while thine eyes were weary with
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  Speaker 3: the night. Thou weepest. Now arise and bless the Lord
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  Speaker 3: of light. Hereafter, let thy lyre be bondsman to his name.
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  Speaker 3: His thunder and his fire will fill thy lips with flame.
• 2:09:23
  Speaker 3: He is the Lord of light. He is the thing
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  Speaker 3: that is. He sends the seeing sight, and the right
• 2:09:30
  Speaker 3: mind is his three. The caged bird, awake all night,
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  Speaker 3: laments his doom, and hears the dim dawn break about
• 2:09:42
  Speaker 3: the darkened room. But in the day he SIPs, contented
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  Speaker 3: in his place, his food from human lips, and learns
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  Speaker 3: the human face. So, though his home remain dark and
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  Speaker 3: his fields untrod, the stile has this gain to have
• 2:10:02
  Speaker 3: found the face of God confounded. At the close confounded standing,
• 2:10:08
  Speaker 3: where no further pathway shows, we find an angel there
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  Speaker 3: to guide us. God is good, the seeing sight is dim.
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  Speaker 3: He gives us solitude that we may be with him.
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  Speaker 3: By that we have, we lose by what we have
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  Speaker 3: not yet, and where we cannot choose. The crown of
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  Speaker 3: life is set lo While we ask the stars to
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  Speaker 3: learn the will of God. His answer, unawares, strikes sudden
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  Speaker 3: from the sod. Not when we wait the word, the
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  Speaker 3: word of God is given. The voice of God is
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  Speaker 3: heard as much from earth as heaven. The voice of
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  Speaker 3: God is heard not in the thunder fit. A still
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  Speaker 3: small voice is heard, half heard. And that is it
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  Speaker 3: and the poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 10: Man by Ronald Ross read for LibriVox dot Org by
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  Speaker 10: Caitlin s.
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  Speaker 6: Man.
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  Speaker 10: Man putteth the world to scale, and weigheth out the stars.
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  Speaker 10: The eternal hath lost her veil, the infinite her bars
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  Speaker 10: his balance. He hath hung in heaven and set the sun.
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  Speaker 10: Therein he measures the lords of light and fiery orbs
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  Speaker 10: that spin no riddle of darkest night. He dares not
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  Speaker 10: look within Athwart the roaring rack of stars, he plums
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  Speaker 10: the chasm of heaven. The wings of the wind are
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  Speaker 10: his to him. The world is given his servant. The
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  Speaker 10: lightning is enslave the ocean. Even he scans the mountains.
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  Speaker 10: Yet unclimbed and sounds the solid sea. With fingers of thought.
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  Speaker 10: He holds what is or air can be, and touching
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  Speaker 10: it not unfolds the selid mystery, the pygmy hands, eyes head.
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  Speaker 10: God gave a giant's arbcome. But though to this height
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  Speaker 10: sublime by labor, he hath clomb one summit. He has
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  Speaker 10: to climb one deep, the more to plum, to read
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  Speaker 10: himself and rule himself, and so to reach the sum
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  Speaker 10: end of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 9: Life by Ronald Ross read for LibriVox dot Org by
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  Speaker 9: Queen Tiffany Rose, Life from birth to death. The life
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  Speaker 9: of man is infinite on the earth, to know and
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  Speaker 9: do that which he can, and be what he is worth.
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  Speaker 9: Our mortal life, however wrought, eternity, is indeed, for every
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  Speaker 9: moment brings a thought, in every thought a deed. And
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  Speaker 9: that is so much infinite, which may be divided much.
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  Speaker 9: And if we live with might and mirth, our human
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  Speaker 9: life is such. For him who has not might and mirth,
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  Speaker 9: that which is not now is never. And he who
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  Speaker 9: can live well on earth does live in Heaven forever.
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  Speaker 9: End of poem. This recording is in the public Domain.
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  Speaker 9: World's Song by Ronald Ross read for LibriVox dot org
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  Speaker 9: by Queen Tiffany Rose. World's song, Oh Vision and Violate,
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  Speaker 9: Oh Splendor, supernal. We stand in thy white light, like lamps,
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  Speaker 9: alit and dang before thee omnipotent, in sight of Thy glory.
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  Speaker 9: Our countenance is withered, like stars in the sun before thee.
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  Speaker 9: Our symphonies are stilled into silence Thy wisdom. We walk not,
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  Speaker 9: nor ever shall we know, but from thy high throne,
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  Speaker 9: O God, thy voice, and thy thunder and utterance, reiterate,
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  Speaker 9: Give glory and strength. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 9: in the public domain. And of Philosophies by Ronald Ross.