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Queen of the Seven Swords-G. K. Chesterton · Slaves to the Metal Horde

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Speaker 1: In Memoriam by G. K. Chesterton, read for LibriVox dot
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Speaker 1: Org by Kristenhand J. S. P. You go before me
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Speaker 1: on all roads, on bridges broad enough to spread between
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Speaker 1: the learned and the dunce, between the living and the dead.
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Speaker 1: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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Speaker 1: The White Witch by G. K. Chesterton, read for LibriVox
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Speaker 1: dot Org by Kristinhand. The dark Diana of the groves,
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Speaker 1: whose name is Hacati in hell heaves up her awful
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Speaker 1: horns to heaven, white with the light I knows too well.
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Speaker 1: The moon that broods upon her brows mirrors the monstrous
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Speaker 1: hollow lands in leprous silver. At the term of triple
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Speaker 1: twisted roads, she stands. Dreams are no sin, or only
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Speaker 1: sin for them that waking dream they dream. But I
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Speaker 1: have learned that wiser nights follow the grail and not
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Speaker 1: the gleam. I found one hidden in every home, a
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Speaker 1: voice that sings about the house, a nurse that scares
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Speaker 1: the nightmares off, a mother nearer than a spouse, whose
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Speaker 1: picture once I saw, and there wild as of old
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Speaker 1: and weird and sweet in sevenfold splendor, blazed the moon
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Speaker 1: not on her brow beneath her feet end of poem.
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Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain.
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Speaker 2: The Return of Eve by G. K. Chesterton read for
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Speaker 2: LibriVox dot Org by Larry Wilson. When Man rose up
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Speaker 2: out of the red mountains, of which was made a
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Speaker 2: giant ribb'd out of the red mountains reared and displayed
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Speaker 2: of him, was not posterity nor parent future are past,
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Speaker 2: But the sun beheld him for a beauteous monster, the
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Speaker 2: first and last. When God arose upon the Red mountains,
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Speaker 2: man had fallen, prone, flat, and flung wide like a continent,
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Speaker 2: capes and headlands the vast limbs throne, and the Lord
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Speaker 2: lamented over Man, saying, never shall there be but one,
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Speaker 2: for no man born shall be mighty as he was
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Speaker 2: mighty to amaze the sun, not till I put upon
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Speaker 2: me the red armor that was man's clay, and walked
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Speaker 2: the world with the mask of man for a visor.
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Speaker 2: Not till that day, For on God alone shall the
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Speaker 2: image of God be graven, which Adam wore, seeing I
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Speaker 2: alone can lift up this load of ruin to walk
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Speaker 2: once more. But the Lord looked down on the beauty
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Speaker 2: of woman, shatter'd a fallen sky, crying o crown and
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Speaker 2: wonder of the world's desire, Shall this too die? Lo
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Speaker 2: it repenteth me, that this too is taken, I will repay.
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Speaker 2: I will repair and repeat of the ancient pattern, even
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Speaker 2: in this clay and this alone, out of all things
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Speaker 2: fallen and formless, I will form anew. And this red
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Speaker 2: lily of all the upgrooted garden plant where to grow
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Speaker 2: that the dear dead thing that was all and only
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Speaker 2: a woman without stain or scar rise fallen no more?
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Speaker 2: With lucifer sun of morning, the morning star. The cloud
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Speaker 2: came down upon the red mountains long since untrod, red
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Speaker 2: quarries of incredible creation, red minds of God, and a
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Speaker 2: dwarfed and dwindled race in the dark red desert stumbled
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Speaker 2: and strayed, while one in the mortal shape that was
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Speaker 2: once for immortals made, was remade till a face looked
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Speaker 2: forth from a window in one white daybreak small streets above,
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Speaker 2: as the face of the first love of our first father,
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Speaker 2: the world's first love. And men looked up at the
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Speaker 2: woman made for the morning when the stars were young,
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Speaker 2: for whom more rude than a beggar's rhyme In the
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Speaker 2: cutter these songs are sung in a poem. This recording
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Speaker 2: is in the public domain. A Party Question by G. K.
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Speaker 2: Chesterton read for Librovox dot Org by Larry Wilson. You
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Speaker 2: hear a great deal about his mother, For our lady
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Speaker 2: has become the patron of a party, whereas Christ was
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Speaker 2: never a party leader. Mister Arnold Lunn on Roman converts
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Speaker 2: the golden roses of the glorious mysteries grew wild as
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Speaker 2: cowslips on the common land, hers who was more humanities
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Speaker 2: than histories, until you banned them, as a badge is banned.
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Speaker 2: The silver roses of the sorrow of Mary and the
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Speaker 2: red roses of her royal mirth were free till you
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Speaker 2: turned petulant and wary, went weeding wild flowers from your
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Speaker 2: mother Earth, mother of man, the mother of the maker,
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Speaker 2: silently speaking as the flowering trees. What made of her
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Speaker 2: a striker and a breaker, who spoke no scorn even
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Speaker 2: of men like these? She named no hypocrites of viper race,
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Speaker 2: She nailed no tyrant for a vulpine cur She flogged
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Speaker 2: no hucksters from the holy place. Why was your new
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Speaker 2: wise world in dread of her? Whom had she greeted
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Speaker 2: and not graced in greeting? Whom did she touch? And
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Speaker 2: touch not to his peace? And what are you that
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Speaker 2: made of such a meeting? Quarrels and quibbles and a
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Speaker 2: taunt to tease? Who made that inn a fortress? What
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Speaker 2: strange blindness beat on the open drawer of that great heart,
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Speaker 2: stood on its guard against unguarded kindness, and made the
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Speaker 2: sun a secret set apart? By this we measure you
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Speaker 2: upon your showing so many shields to her who bore
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Speaker 2: no sword, all your unnatural nature, and the flowing of
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Speaker 2: sundering rivers now so hard to forward. We know God's
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Speaker 2: priests had drunken iniquity through our sins too, did such
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Speaker 2: offenses come? Mad Martin's bell, the mouth of anarchy knocks
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Speaker 2: in the horror of that hollow drum. We know the
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Speaker 2: tale half truth in double treason, Borgia and Torquemada, in
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Speaker 2: the throng, bad men who had no right to their
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Speaker 2: right reason, good men who had good reason to be wrong.
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Speaker 2: But when that tangled war, our father's wage stirred against her,
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Speaker 2: then could we hear right well? Through war of men
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Speaker 2: not wrongfully enraged? The little hiss that only comes from
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Speaker 2: Hell in the poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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Speaker 2: A little Litany by G. K. Chesterton, read for LibriVox
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Speaker 2: dot Org by Larry Wilson. When God turned back Eternity
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Speaker 2: and was young, ancient of days, grown little for your mirth,
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Speaker 2: as under the low arch the land is bright, peered
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Speaker 2: it through you gate of Heaven, and solve the earth,
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Speaker 2: or shutting out his shining skies, a while built you
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Speaker 2: about him for a house of gold to see in
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Speaker 2: pictured walls, his storied world return upon him as a
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Speaker 2: tale is told, or his mirror there the only glass
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Speaker 2: that would not break with that unbearable light. Till in
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Speaker 2: a corner of the high dark house, God looked on
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Speaker 2: God as ghosts meet in the night star of his mourning,
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Speaker 2: that unfallen star in the strange starry overturn of space,
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Speaker 2: when Earth and sky change places for an hour, and
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Speaker 2: Heaven looked upwards in a human face, or young on
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Speaker 2: your strong knees and lifted up wisdom, cried out, whose
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Speaker 2: voice is in the street, And more than twilight of
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Speaker 2: twiformed Cherubim made of his throne, indeed a mercy seat,
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Speaker 2: or risen from play at your pale Raiment's hymn. God
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Speaker 2: grown adventurous from all time's repose of all your tall body,
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Speaker 2: climbed the ivory tower and kissed upon your mouth the
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Speaker 2: mystic rose in the poem. This recording is in the
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Speaker 2: public domain.
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Speaker 3: The Ballad of King Arthur by G. K. Chesterton read
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Speaker 3: Forliveryvox dot org by Alan Mapstone. King Arthur on Mount
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Speaker 3: Baden bore the Virgin on his back when Britain trod
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Speaker 3: the Roman Way, and the red gods went back back
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Speaker 3: to their desolate lands of dawn and peace to westward,
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Speaker 3: lay about the crowned and carbon thing he carried all
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Speaker 3: the day. The light on Baden battle was dark with
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Speaker 3: driving darts, and dark with rocking catapults reared yet of
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Speaker 3: Roman arts, and dark with raven banners, riven but not
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Speaker 3: too dark to see what shape it was above the shields.
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Speaker 3: In the some burst of victory, King Arthur on Mount
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Speaker 3: Baden bore our lady on his shield, high on that
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Speaker 3: human altar, held above the howling field, High on that
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Speaker 3: living altar heave as a giant heaves a tower. She
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Speaker 3: saw all heathen ree appalled, and the turning of the hour.
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Speaker 3: The sun on Baden battle in sanguine seas went down,
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Speaker 3: and knight had hid the Roman wall that hid the
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Speaker 3: Christian town, and dim it hung on camp and dike,
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Speaker 3: but not too dim to show what statue stood against
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Speaker 3: the stars on Baden long ago. Great tales are told
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Speaker 3: of dead men gone, and all men lived by tales
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Speaker 3: and glory b to the endless tale whose old news
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Speaker 3: never failed. Arthur is lost in lyones. King sought his
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Speaker 3: grave in vain, and all men quote and question still
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Speaker 3: if Arthur comes again. The crawling dragon climbed his crest.
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Speaker 3: The heralds paint his shield. The fairies stole the Roman's
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Speaker 3: sword rusted on Baden field. They mixed his name with
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Speaker 3: dames of France and witches out of Wales. Great tales
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Speaker 3: are told of dead men gone, and dead men tell
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Speaker 3: no tales. The queens that bore King Arthur's beer in
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Speaker 3: many a pageant, pass strange ladies walking by still lakes
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Speaker 3: like shadows.
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Speaker 4: In a glass.
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Speaker 3: And well it were that on the world such splendid
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Speaker 3: shadows shone though round his throne. A thousand queens praised
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Speaker 3: him like Solomon, the queen that wronged King Arthur's house
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Speaker 3: had lovers in all lands, and many a poet praised
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Speaker 3: her pride at many a queen's command, and the king
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Speaker 3: shrank to a shadow, watching behind a screen. And the
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Speaker 3: queen walked with Lancelot, and the world walked with the queen.
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Speaker 3: The presses throbbed, the books piled high, the chunk grew
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Speaker 3: rich and strong. The virgin queen, the courtiers knew, had
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Speaker 3: much esteem for song. The fairy queen the poets praised,
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Speaker 3: heard every fairy tale. But many a song were broken short,
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Speaker 3: and many a voice would fail. Stillness like lightning strike
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Speaker 3: the streets, and doubt and deeper maze, and many a
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Speaker 3: courtly barred be dumb besides his butts and bays, and
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Speaker 3: many a patron prints turned pale. If one such flash
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Speaker 3: made plane, the queen that stands at his right hand,
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Speaker 3: if Arthur comes again. End of poem is recordings in
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Speaker 3: the public domain.
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Speaker 1: Regina and Galorum by G. K. Chesterton, read for LibriVox
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Speaker 1: dot Org by Kristin Hand. Our lady went into a
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Speaker 1: strange country. Our lady, for she was ours, had run
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Speaker 1: on the little hills behind the houses and pulled small flowers.
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Speaker 1: But she rose up and went into a strange country
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Speaker 1: with strange thrones and powers, and there were giants in
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Speaker 1: the land she walked in, tall as they're toppling towns,
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Speaker 1: with heads so high in the heaven. The constellations served
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Speaker 1: them for crowns, and their feet might have forded like
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Speaker 1: a brook the abysses where Babbel drowns. They were about
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Speaker 1: with the wings of the morning and evening furled and
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Speaker 1: unfurled round the speckled sky where our small spinning planet,
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Speaker 1: like a top is twirled, and the swords they waved
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Speaker 1: were the unending comets that shall end the world. And
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Speaker 1: moving in innocence and an accident, she turned the face
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Speaker 1: that none has ever looked on without loving on the
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Speaker 1: lords of space, and one hailed her with her name.
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Speaker 1: In our own country that is full of grace, Our
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Speaker 1: lady went into a strange country, and they crowned her
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Speaker 1: for a queen, for she needed never to be stayed
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Speaker 1: or questioned, but only seen. And they were broken down
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Speaker 1: under unbearable beauty, as we have been. But ever she
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Speaker 1: walked till away in the last high places, when great
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Speaker 1: light shone from the pillared throne of the king of
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Speaker 1: all that country, who sat thereon, and she cried aloud
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Speaker 1: as she cried under the gibbet, for she saw her son.
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Speaker 1: Our lady wears a crown in a strange country, the
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Speaker 1: crown he gave. But she has not forgotten to call
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Speaker 1: her old companions, to call and crave, and to hear
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Speaker 1: her calling, a man might arise thunder on the doors
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Speaker 1: of the grave. End of poem. This recording is in
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Speaker 1: the public domain.
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Speaker 5: The Paradox by G. K. Chesterton read for LibriVox dot
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Speaker 5: Org by CHRISTA Zeleski. The Paradox These wells that shine
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Speaker 5: and seem as shallow as pools, these tales that, being
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Speaker 5: too plain for the fool's eyes, incredibly clear, are clearly
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Speaker 5: incredible truths by their depth, deceiving more than lies. When
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Speaker 5: did the ninety nine just men perceive a far faint
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Speaker 5: mockery in their title sense, in the strange safety of
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Speaker 5: their flocks and herds, and all the impenitence of innocence
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Speaker 5: the sons of reasons in naught and throstones, nor guess
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Speaker 5: where burned behind the battered door in the shining irony
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Speaker 5: of candlemass a hundred flames to purify the purer End
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Speaker 5: of poem. This recording is in the public Domain. The
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Speaker 5: Towers of Time by G. K. Chesterton read for LibriVox
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Speaker 5: dot org by CHRISTA Zeleski. The Towers of Time under
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Speaker 5: wont withering, leprous light, the very grass as hair is
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Speaker 5: gray grass in the cracks of the paving cords of
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Speaker 5: God's we graved. But yesterday, Senate Republic, Empire, all we
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Speaker 5: leaned our backs on like a wall, and blessed as strong,
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Speaker 5: and blamed as stolid. Can it be these that waver
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Speaker 5: and fall? And what is this? Like a ghost returning
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Speaker 5: a dream gone strong? In the strong daylight, the all forsaken,
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Speaker 5: the unforgotten, the ever behind and out of sight. We
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Speaker 5: turned our backs, and our blind flesh felt it growing
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Speaker 5: and growing, a tower in height. Ah, not alone the
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Speaker 5: evil splendor, and not the insolent arms alone, break with
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Speaker 5: the ramrod, stiff and brittle the scepter of the Nordic throne.
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Speaker 5: But things of manly er renown real in the wreck
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Speaker 5: of throne and crown with tyrannous tyranny, tyrannous loyalty, tyrannous liberty,
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Speaker 5: all gone down. There is never a crack in the
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Speaker 5: ivory tower, or a hinge to groan in the house
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Speaker 5: of gold, or a leaf of the rose in the
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Speaker 5: wind to wither, And she grows young as the world
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Speaker 5: grows old, a woman clothed with the sun, returning to
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Speaker 5: clothe the sun when the sun is cold. Ah who
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Speaker 5: had guessed that, in a moment great liberty that loosed
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Speaker 5: the tribes, the republic of the young men's battles grew
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Speaker 5: stale and stank of old men's bribes. And where we
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Speaker 5: watched her smile in power, a statue like a starry tower,
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Speaker 5: the stone face sneers as in a nightmare. Down on
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Speaker 5: a world the worms devour archaic, incredible dead dawns breaking
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Speaker 5: deep in the deserts and wastes and wields, where the
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Speaker 5: dead cry aloud on our Lady of victories, Queen of
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Speaker 5: the eagles, aloft on the shields, and the sun is
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Speaker 5: gone up on the thundering legion, on the roads of
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Speaker 5: Rome to the battlefields. Ah, who had known, who had
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Speaker 5: not seen, how soft and sudden on the fame of
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Speaker 5: my most noble English ships, the sunset light of Carthage came,
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Speaker 5: and the thing I never had dreamed could be in
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Speaker 5: the house of my father's came to me through the
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Speaker 5: sea wall cloven, the cloud and dark, a voice divided
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Speaker 5: a doubtful sea. The light is bright on the Tower
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Speaker 5: of David. The evening glows with the morning star in
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Speaker 5: the skies turned back, and the day's returning. She walked
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Speaker 5: so near who had wandered far. And the heart of
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Speaker 5: the swords, the seven times wounded, was never wearied, as
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Speaker 5: our hearts are, how swift, as with a fall of snow,
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Speaker 5: new things grow hoary with the light. We watched the
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Speaker 5: wrinkles crawl like snakes on the new image in our sight.
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Speaker 5: The lines that sprang up, tot and bold, say, like
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Speaker 5: primordial monsters. Old sink in the bar re leafs of fossil,
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Speaker 5: and the slow earth swallows them fold unfold. But light
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Speaker 5: are the feet on the hills of the morning, of
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Speaker 5: the lambs that leap up to the bride of the sun.
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Speaker 5: And swift are the birds, as the butterflies, flashing and
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Speaker 5: sudden as laughter. The rivulets run and sudden forever as
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Speaker 5: summer lightning. The light is bright on the world. Begun,
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Speaker 5: Thou wilt not break as we have broken the towers
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Speaker 5: we reared to rival thee more true to England than
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Speaker 5: the English, more just to freedom than the free o
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Speaker 5: trumpet of the intolerant truth. Thou art more full of
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Speaker 5: grace and ruth for the hopes of the world than
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Speaker 5: the world that made them, the world that murdered the
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Speaker 5: loves of our youth. Thou art more kind to our dreams,
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Speaker 5: our mother, than the wise that woe us the dreams
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Speaker 5: for shade. God is more good to the gods that
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Speaker 5: mocked him than men are good to the gods. They
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Speaker 5: made tenderer with toys than a boy grown brutal, breaking
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Speaker 5: the puppets with which he played. What are the flowers
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Speaker 5: the garden guards not? And how but here should dreams return?
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Speaker 5: And hearths make cold with ruin the wide wind, scattered ashesburn?
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Speaker 5: What is the home of the heart set free? And
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Speaker 5: where is the nesting of liberty? And where from the
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Speaker 5: world shall the world take shelter? And man be master?
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Speaker 5: And not with thee wisdom is said in her throne
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Speaker 5: of thunder. The mirror of justice blinds the day. Where
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Speaker 5: are the towers that are not of the city, trophies
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Speaker 5: and trumpetings? Where are they? Where over the maze of
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Speaker 5: the world, returning the byeways bend to the King's highway,
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Speaker 5: end of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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Speaker 1: The Two Maidens by G. K. Chesterton read for LibriVox
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Speaker 1: dot Org by Kristin Hand. Robin loved our dear lady,
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Speaker 1: and for doubt of deadly sin, would never hurt a
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Speaker 1: company that any woman was. In old ballad of robin Hood,
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Speaker 1: the wind had taken the tree tops upon Sherwood, the
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Speaker 1: noble wood. Two maidens met in the windy ways, held
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Speaker 1: speech of robin Hood, and the first maid to the second, said,
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Speaker 1: he keeps not tryst to day, And the second said
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Speaker 1: to the first maiden, mayhap he is far away and
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Speaker 1: far away on the Upland the last trees broke in
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Speaker 1: the sky as they brought him out of gray Kirkles,
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Speaker 1: to bend his bow and die high on the moors
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Speaker 1: above Kirkles, the mighty thief lay slain the woman that
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Speaker 1: had struck him down. He would not strike again. And
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Speaker 1: the maid cried, as the high wind in the broken
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Speaker 1: tree tops cries, they have taken him out of the
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Speaker 1: good greenwood, and I know not where he lies. The
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Speaker 1: world is a wind that passes, and valor is in vain,
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Speaker 1: and the tallest trees are broken, as the bravest men
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Speaker 1: are slain deep in the nettles of a ditch. He
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Speaker 1: may die as a dog dies, or on the gallows,
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Speaker 1: to be the game of the lawyers and the lies.
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Speaker 1: The wood is full of wicked thieves, of robbers, wild
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Speaker 1: and strong. But though he walked the gallows way of him,
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Speaker 1: I had no wrong. Because he scorned to do me scathe.
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Speaker 1: I walked forth, clean and free. And I call my
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Speaker 1: name made Marian, because he honored me. I too, am
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Speaker 1: only a simple maid. Our stories are the same as
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Speaker 1: your green gown to my blue gown. Your name is
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Speaker 1: like my name. The world is full of wicked men,
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Speaker 1: of robbers, rich and strong, to plot against my maiden fame.
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Speaker 1: But of him I had no wrong. And because he
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Speaker 1: scorns to do me scathe, I have traveled many a
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Speaker 1: mile to bring you a word out of his mouth,
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Speaker 1: to lift your face and smile. He is not dead
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Speaker 1: in the ditch nettles or on the gallows tree. But
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Speaker 1: a great king has taken him to ride with his
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Speaker 1: chivalry and made him a master of bowmen. For the
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Speaker 1: memory of the day when one that died at the
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Speaker 1: king's right hand was a thief on the king's highway.
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Speaker 1: And I have traveled many a mile from a city
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Speaker 1: beyond the sea to give you news of your true love,
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Speaker 1: because he honored me. End of poem. This recording is
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Speaker 1: in the public domain.
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Speaker 4: An Agreement by G. K. Chesterton read for Librevox dot
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Speaker 4: Org by Carrie Adams Your Book Boys, An agreement. Mister
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Speaker 4: William Klisseold regards birth control as the test of liberality.
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Speaker 4: Those against it are reactionary. Those in favor are for
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Speaker 4: the progressive revolution. Where you have laid it. Let this
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Speaker 4: lor divide, and your unmotherly media bee here sundered from
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Speaker 4: our human trinity, the Mother, and the Virgin and the bride.
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Speaker 4: Why should we falter? Ours shall be the mirth, and
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Speaker 4: yours the amaze. When you have thinned away your starving
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Speaker 4: serfs to fit their startling pay, and seen the meek
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Speaker 4: inheriting the earth, that Christ from this created purity came
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Speaker 4: forth your sterile appetites to scorn lo In her house,
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Speaker 4: life without lust was born. So in your house, lust
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Speaker 4: without life shall die. End of poem. This recording is
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Speaker 6: In October by G. K. Chesterton read for Librevox dot
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Speaker 6: Org by Heidiquist, Where are they gone that did delight
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Speaker 6: in honor, abrupt and absolute as an epic ends, what
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Speaker 6: light of the last things like death that morning crowns
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Speaker 6: the true lovers and the tragic friends, young priests with
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Speaker 6: eager faces, bright as eagles, poor scholars of the harp,
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Speaker 6: string strict and strung, all the huge thirst of things irrevocable,
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Speaker 6: and all the intolerant innocence that died young, the dark
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Speaker 6: largesse of the last gesture, flinging the glove in challenge
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Speaker 6: or gold in sacrifice. Where are they gone, that had
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Speaker 6: delight in honor? That the world grows so greedy and
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Speaker 6: so wise, vow and averted, head and high refusal, clean
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Speaker 6: as the chasm where the dawn burns white? Where shall
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Speaker 6: they go that have delight in honor? When all all
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Speaker 6: men honor nothing but delight. Out of the infinite came finality,
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Speaker 6: freedom that makes unfathomably sure, For only a wind of
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Speaker 6: all the widest windows can close with such a clang
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Speaker 6: that iron door. The doors that cannot shut shall never open.
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Speaker 6: Nor men make windows when they make not walls. Though
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Speaker 6: emptiness extend its endless prison in the white nightmare of
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Speaker 6: its lengthening halls, shall they not rise and seek beyond
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Speaker 6: the mountains that which unsays not and is not forsworn.
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Speaker 6: Where should they wander? And in what other eden find
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Speaker 6: the lost happiness of the hope forlorn? Look in what
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Speaker 6: other face for understanding? But hers who bore the child
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Speaker 6: that brought the sword? Hang in what other house trophy
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Speaker 6: and tribute the broken heart and the unbroken word, This
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Speaker 6: month of luminous and golden ruin lit long ago, the
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Speaker 6: galleys and the guns. Here is there nothing but such
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Speaker 6: loitering rhyme as down the blank of barren paper runs
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Speaker 6: as I write, now, O, Lady of last assurance, Light
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Speaker 6: in the laurels, sunrise of the dead, wind of the ships,
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Speaker 6: and lightning of Lepanto, in honor of thee to whom
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Speaker 6: all honor is fled. End of poem. This recording is
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Speaker 1: Laughter by G. K. Chesterton, read for LibriVox dot Org
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Speaker 1: by Kristenhand. Say to the lover, when the lane thrills
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Speaker 1: through its leaves to feel her feet, you only feel
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Speaker 1: what smashed the slime when the first monstrous brutes could meet.
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Speaker 1: Shall not the lover laugh and say, whom God gives
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Speaker 1: season to be gay?
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Speaker 3: Well?
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Speaker 1: For those monsters long ago. If that be so? But
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Speaker 1: was it so? Say to the mother when the sun
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Speaker 1: first springs and stiffens as for fight, So under that
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Speaker 1: green roof of scum the tadpole is the frog's delight,
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Speaker 1: so deep your brutish instincts lie. She will laugh loud
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Speaker 1: enough and cry. Then the poor frog is not so poor,
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Speaker 1: Oh happy frog? But are you sure ye learned ye
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Speaker 1: that never laugh? But say such love and litany hailed isis,
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Speaker 1: and such men as you danced by the cart of Sibylly.
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Speaker 1: Shall I not say your cart at least goes far
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Speaker 1: before your horse, poor beast like her, you flatter them?
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Speaker 1: Maybe what do you think you do to me? End
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Speaker 3: The Black Virgin.
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Speaker 2: By G. K.
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Speaker 3: Shasterton read for org by our Mapstone one in thy
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Speaker 3: thousand statues, we salute THEE on all thy thousand thrones,
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Speaker 3: acclaim and claim who walk in the forest of thy
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Speaker 3: forms and faces, walk in a forest calling on one name,
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Speaker 3: and most of all how this thing may be?
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Speaker 6: So?
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Speaker 3: Who know THEE?
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Speaker 6: Not?
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Speaker 3: Are mystified to know that one cries here she stands,
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Speaker 3: and one cries yonder and thou wert at home in
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Speaker 3: heaven long ago, burned deep in Bethlehem in the golden shadows.
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Speaker 3: Ride above Rome upon the horns of stone, from low
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Speaker 3: Lancastrian or South saxon shelters, watch through dark years the
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Speaker 3: dower that was thine own, ghost of our land, white
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Speaker 3: lady of Walsey. Aim, shall they not live that call
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Speaker 3: upon thy name? If an old song on a wild
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Speaker 3: wind be blowing, crying of holy country, whence they came
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Speaker 3: root deep in shatra, the roses blown of glass, burning
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Speaker 3: above thee in the high betrayal on Cornish crags. Take
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Speaker 3: four salute of swords or peacock seas, the far salute
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Speaker 3: of sails, glooming in bronze, or gay in painted wood.
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Speaker 3: A great doll given where the child is good, save
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Speaker 3: that she gave the child who gave the doll, in
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Speaker 3: whom all dolls are dreams of motherhood. I have found
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Speaker 3: thee like a little shepherd, ass gay with green ribbons,
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Speaker 3: and passed on to find Michael, called Angel Hughe, the
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Speaker 3: Mother of God, like one that fills a mountain with
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Speaker 3: a mind, mountain in silver or gold, or garbled in blue,
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Speaker 3: or garbled in red, where the inner robe burns through
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Speaker 3: of the King's daughter, glorious within change thine unchanging lights,
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Speaker 3: with every hue, clothed with the sun, or standing on
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Speaker 3: the moon, crowned with the stars, or single a morning star.
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Speaker 3: Sunlight and moonlight are thy luminous shadow, starlight and twilight.
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Speaker 3: Thy refractions are lights and half lights, And all lights
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Speaker 3: turn about thee. But though we dazed, can neither see
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Speaker 3: nor doubt thee, something remains, nor can man live without it,
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Speaker 3: nor can man find it bearable without thee. There runs
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Speaker 3: a dark thread through the tapestries that time has woven
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Speaker 3: with all the tints of time, something not evil, but
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Speaker 3: grotesque and groping, something not clear, not final, not sublime,
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Speaker 3: quaintest dim pattern of primal plant or tree or fish,
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Speaker 3: the legless elphins of the sea. Rare as this thine
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Speaker 3: image in ebony, being most strange in its simplicity. Rare
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Speaker 3: as the rushing of the wild black swans the romans
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Speaker 3: saw or rocks, remote and grim, where through black clouds
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Speaker 3: the black sheep runs accursed, and through black clouds the
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Speaker 3: shepherd follows him by the black oak of the aon
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Speaker 3: buried grove, by the black gems of the miner's treasure trove,
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Speaker 3: monsters and freaks, and fallen stars and sunken most wholly
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Speaker 3: dark cover our uncouth love from thine high rock, look
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Speaker 3: down on Africa, the living darkness of devouring green, the
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Speaker 3: loathsome smell of life, unquenchable. Look on low brows and
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Speaker 3: blinking eyes between on the dark heart where white folk
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Speaker 3: find no place, on the dark bodies of an antique race,
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Speaker 3: On all that fear thy lights and love thy shadow,
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Speaker 3: Turn thou the mercy of thy midnight face. This also
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Speaker 3: is in thy spectrum, this dark ray, beyond the deepening
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Speaker 3: purples of thy lent, darker than vile investments, dark and secrets,
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Speaker 3: clot of old nights, yet cloud of heaven scents, as
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Speaker 3: the black moon of some divine e clips, as the
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Speaker 3: black sun of the apocalypse, as the black flower that
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Speaker 3: blessed Odysseus back from witchcraft, and he saw again the ships.
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Speaker 3: In all thy thousand images, we salute thee claim and
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Speaker 3: acclaim on all thy thousand thrones, hewn out of multi
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Speaker 3: colored rocks and risen stained with the stored up sunsets,
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Speaker 3: in all tones, if in all tones and shades, this shade,
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Speaker 3: I feel come from the black cathedrals of Castile, climbing
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Speaker 3: these flat black stones of Catalonia to thy most merciful
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Speaker 3: face of knights, I kneel. End of poem. This recording
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Speaker 7: Images by G. K Esterton, read for Libervogstad Org by Levogler.
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Speaker 7: I saw a mirror like the moon, made splendid by
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Speaker 7: a sunken sun, framing the wrinkled face of kings and
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Speaker 7: haloed harlots, one by one, and many a judge with
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Speaker 7: livid lips, and many a thief with thankful eyes like his,
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Speaker 7: who climbed the torturing tree and drank that night in paradise.
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Speaker 7: And something like a floating word behind a curtain, overheard
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Speaker 7: by chance from a strange chamber, found me. The mirror
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Speaker 7: is a woman's eyes. Speculumestie ora pro nobis rose up
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Speaker 7: through one clear rent of sky, the midmost of a
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Speaker 7: monstrous tower, far up, far down all earthly scale, escaping
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Speaker 7: in its pathless power, such strength as only burst from
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Speaker 7: sight in some lost epic, vast and wild, where giants
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Speaker 7: piling up their tower were pigmies by the thing they piled,
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Speaker 7: and the heart knew without a word, a strength below
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Speaker 7: all strength had stirred, lifting the load of all the world.
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Speaker 7: A woman's arm under a child Turista vitica Orethronobus broad
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Speaker 7: was the house of burning gold. Like sunrise standing on
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Speaker 7: the mountains, a million mirrored flames that glowed on golden
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Speaker 7: peacock's golden fountains, as tree by trees stood rayed with flame,
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Speaker 7: like seven branched candlestick or fan. All glories in the
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Speaker 7: age of gold glowed equal when the world began. But
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Speaker 7: a voice speaking dreamily, said, in my ear, but not
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Speaker 7: to me. One gold thread of a woman's hair has
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Speaker 7: blown across the eyes of man. Domasurio Ora pro nobis
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Speaker 7: deep in a silvery wintry wood and secret skies where
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Speaker 7: sleepers rove. An ivory turrent from the trees rose clearer
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Speaker 7: than the sky. It clove too wan for flame, too
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Speaker 7: warm for snow, which gold most delicate would defile, and
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Speaker 7: near but never nearer, growing, though one should labor mile
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Speaker 7: on mile, and with it in the flash that brings
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Speaker 7: sight of the world of little things. A woman's finger
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Speaker 7: lifted up, a finger lifted with a smile. Terusibernia Ora
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Speaker 7: pronobis down through the purple desolation of deserts under stars,
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Speaker 7: they strode who bore the dark and winged pavilion of
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Speaker 7: their ungraven god. Foreload strange. If the secret of the
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Speaker 7: skies behind low Crimson cur burs hid, or if that
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Speaker 7: vagrant booth defied the huge hypnotic pyramid, then in an
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Speaker 7: instant come and gone green fields, and one that stood
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Speaker 7: thereon flash like green lightning, and the thunder a woman
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Speaker 7: was his walking home. Faders arca ora pronobus o breaker's
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Speaker 7: great iconoclasts. When will your raking hammers find what statues
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Speaker 7: spring up with a word? What icons have built up
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Speaker 7: the mind? Or learn by hacking? If the form be
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Speaker 7: all a part or part a whole, or crind out
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Speaker 7: of your gods made dust? What is the sign and
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Speaker 7: what the soul? Or chase? What images have hung in
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Speaker 7: the air where any song was sung? Seeing if the
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Speaker 7: sword can put asunder all that was wetted with the tongue,
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Speaker 7: say to step or a pro nobis d poem. This
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Speaker 7: recording is in the public domain.
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Speaker 8: The Trinkets by G. K. Chesterton, red for LibriVox dot
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Speaker 8: Org by Marilyn Rakes. A wandering world of rivers, a
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Speaker 8: wavering world of trees. If the world grow dim and
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Speaker 8: dizzy with all changes and degrees, it is but our
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Speaker 8: lady's mirror, hung dreaming in its place, shining with only shadows,
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Speaker 8: till she wakes it with her face. The standing whirlpool
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Speaker 8: of the stars, the wheel of all the world, is
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Speaker 8: a ring on our lady's finger, with the suns and moons,
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Speaker 8: impearled with stars for stones to please her who sits
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Speaker 8: playing with her, rings with the great heart that a
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Speaker 8: woman has, and the love of little things, wings of
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Speaker 8: the whirlwind of the world. From here to Ispahan, spurning
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Speaker 8: the flying forests are light as our ladies fan for
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Speaker 8: all things violent. Here in vain lie open, and all
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Speaker 8: at ease, where God has girded heaven to guard her
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Speaker 8: holy vanities. End of poem. This recording is in the
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Speaker 8: public domain.
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Speaker 2: The Queen of Seven Swords by G. K. Chesterton read
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Speaker 2: for Lebrovox dot Org by Larry Wilson. It will be
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Speaker 2: obvious that the seven Champions of Christendom, who are here
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Speaker 2: used as types of the different nations, are only the
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Speaker 2: imaginary paladins of the old boyish romance, and have no
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Speaker 2: connection with the historical saints who bore their names. I
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Speaker 2: had dreamed of a desolate land, deformed to its crooked skyline,
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Speaker 2: as if the round Earth itself could be bent out
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Speaker 2: of shape in its shame, its plants stamped flat like
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Speaker 2: a pattern, by marching of more than mammoths, huge things,
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Speaker 2: more naked and nameless, too old or new for a name.
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Speaker 2: And I knew what spirit had passed, who was vast
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Speaker 2: beyond meaning or measure, the blank in the brain of
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Speaker 2: the whirlwind, the hollow, the hungry thing, the nothing that
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Speaker 2: swells and desires, the void that devours and dismembers in
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Speaker 2: the heart of barbarian armies, or the idle hours of
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Speaker 2: a king. Low light on the flat topped hills, like
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Speaker 2: headless creatures of chaos, long shadows striping the slime, like
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Speaker 2: ghosts laid flat in the grave, low clouds lying flattened
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Speaker 2: and spread, as if Heaven itself lay prostrate. And I
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Speaker 2: looked on the world wide waste, and I said, there
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Speaker 2: is none to save. I knew not if time out
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Speaker 2: of mind, last night or now or tomorrow had broken
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Speaker 2: that obscene dawn on the strange, garred hills. I trod
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Speaker 2: I saw on their breaking terraces, cracking and sinking forever
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Speaker 2: one shrine rise, blackened and broken, like a last cry
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Speaker 2: to God. Old gold on the roof, hung ragged as
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Speaker 2: scales of a dragon dropping. The gross green weeds of
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Speaker 2: the desert had spawned on the painted wood, but erect
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Speaker 2: in the Earth's despair, and arisen against Heaven, interceding whose
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Speaker 2: name is cause of our joy. In the doorway of death,
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Speaker 2: she stood the seven swords of her sorrow, held out
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Speaker 2: their hilts like a challenge. The blast of that stunning silence,
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Speaker 2: as a sevenfold trumpet blew majestic in more than gold,
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Speaker 2: girt round with a glory of iron, the hub of
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Speaker 2: her wheel of weapons, with a truth beyond torture true.
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Speaker 2: And it seemed, as I gazed from Afar, from the
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Speaker 2: cracks of the withering mountains, that seven sad nights came
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Speaker 2: riding from seven points of the sky. Yet I knew
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Speaker 2: their crests from of old, who had ridden in the
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Speaker 2: fairy tourney, when all the days were day dreams. In
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Speaker 2: the truant days gone by, the green rust and the
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Speaker 2: red had rotted their bronze and iron, The green slime
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Speaker 2: and the gray had stained them with many lands. The
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Speaker 2: sheath of the sword hung hollow. But before the shrine,
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Speaker 2: in the twilight, they ranked their empty scabbards. They raised
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Speaker 2: their empty hands, and each man spoke, but in each
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Speaker 2: was more than of one man, speaking a sound as
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Speaker 2: of many waters, a tumult of many men. And I heard,
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Speaker 2: through my heaving dream, the noise of the breaking of
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Speaker 2: nations and tribes, that the terrace came letters and the
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Speaker 2: trumpet gathers again in the poem. This recording is in
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Speaker 7: Saint James of Spain by G. K. Chesterton, read for
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Speaker 7: librivosed dot Org by Levogler. Mine eyes were strong with sorrows.
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Speaker 7: None other blood shall say what lay on my heart
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Speaker 7: for one hundred years. Ere the stone was rolled away
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Speaker 7: when crushing the vines and statuary. The rock of my
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Speaker 7: hand was hurled, featureless, faceless, enormous, the rolling stone of
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Speaker 7: the world, the heaters of wine. The horsemen came on
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Speaker 7: us like night at noon, the veiled nights, with crooked swords,
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Speaker 7: that swear by the crooked moon, we endure to go
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Speaker 7: down under darkness, beholding as men the name of their
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Speaker 7: god of battles scrawled backwards across the sky queen of
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Speaker 7: our own gold rotted what no man's iron could rend,
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Speaker 7: bronze gold, dark wine of the dust. If we stiffened
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Speaker 7: and stood at the end a gilded skeleton, army brittle
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Speaker 7: and brown in the sun, forget not what all have forgotten.
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Speaker 7: This field was one end of poem. This recording is
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Speaker 7: in the public domain. Saint Denis of France by G. K.
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Speaker 7: H Esterton, read for Librevox DoD Org Byalivogler. Mine eyes
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Speaker 7: were fierce with fever. I was lord of the sleepless land,
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Speaker 7: where the footsticks to the stirrup, and the sword hilt
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Speaker 7: to the hand. A torment of banners, tossing window wind,
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Speaker 7: blows of the men that have made all marvels, except
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Speaker 7: to repose on the east and the west gate graven.
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Speaker 7: Our name was victory. We took all nations captive that
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Speaker 7: we might set them free. We could not endure the
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Speaker 7: endurance of all slaves under the sun. We spat at
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Speaker 7: them rights and riches out of a gun. Mother of
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Speaker 7: Hell came after, and the world laid waste for a word.
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Speaker 7: If some of our blows fell upon thee, if some
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Speaker 7: of our blows aired, it fell the fury of justice
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Speaker 7: that fell from thee. Though we have freed all peoples,
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Speaker 7: Oh set us free in a poem. This recording is
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Speaker 8: Saint Anthony of Italy by G. K. Chesterton, red for
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Speaker 8: LibriVox dot Org by Marilyn Rakes. Mine eyes were blind
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Speaker 8: with splendors. I have stood too long in the sun,
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Speaker 8: the heat, and the light, and the laurels, in the
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Speaker 8: days when the world was won and mary, where all
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Speaker 8: was ancient and careless, where all was known, we dwelt
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Speaker 8: in the gay glass houses that beckon the booby stone.
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Speaker 8: The force of the foolish peoples that herd that follow
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Speaker 8: a king on the light winged thought came crashing with
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Speaker 8: the weight of a thoughtless thing, and the virgins, the
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Speaker 8: high republics that were wed to the vision, and free
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Speaker 8: imperial clowns took captive holding in harletry, Lady of lilies
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Speaker 8: in heaven, thy lilies on earth burn red. We built,
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Speaker 8: and the wide world ruined. We wove, and they rent
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Speaker 8: the thread we carved, and the whole world shattered. We bound,
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Speaker 8: and the world disbands In the day I rise for recquittal.
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Speaker 8: Hold thou mine hands, end of palm. This recording is
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Speaker 4: Saint Patrick of Ireland by G. K. Chesterton read for
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Speaker 4: Librevox dot Org by Carrie Adams, Your book, Boys, Saint
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Speaker 4: Patrick of Ireland, Mine eyes were alive with anger, for
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Speaker 4: the gag was in my mouth. They bound me to
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Speaker 4: a broken tree, with my face towards the south, and
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Speaker 4: hucksters watched and betted, when would the great heart break?
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Speaker 4: And pigmy pedants whipped me for thy name's sake thee
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Speaker 4: though the mr be bitter with the crushing of all
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Speaker 4: sweet things, though we fed upon hope and hatred, and
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Speaker 4: the pride of the ragged kings, and the two edged
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Speaker 4: sword of the spirit that wounds the hand. Torture could
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Speaker 4: not take this from us. This is thy Land, O smitten,
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Speaker 4: O dolorous mother. If the cross fall ForwArt of the crown,
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Speaker 4: If thy rose grew dark in our garden, thy moon
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Speaker 4: on our wrath went down. If too close be the
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Speaker 4: cloud on kiltartan to deep the debt. Forgive us when
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Speaker 4: we forgive, not, let us forget. End a poem. This
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Speaker 4: recording is in the public domain. Saint Andrew of Scotland
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Speaker 4: by G. K. Chesterton read for LibriVox dot org by
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Speaker 4: Carrie Adams, Your book Boys, Saint Andrew of Scotland, Mine
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Speaker 4: eyes were hard with horror. I walked on the heights alone,
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Speaker 4: and the winds were of winged bulls walking, clashing their
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Speaker 4: wings of stone. And the Lord was rolled in the thunder,
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Speaker 4: like the Bible in the plaid. And for fear of
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Speaker 4: the feet above them, the stars went mad on the
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Speaker 4: seventh day from the seventh halted the earthquake feet, and
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Speaker 4: they made an evil silence, a silence in the street.
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Speaker 4: And men walked, damned or chosen, as it was, with
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Speaker 4: the world begun for the day that awaited all men
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Speaker 4: for us was done, Mother of mirth and pardon of
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Speaker 4: laughter and tears, and Truce, Queen of the kind and
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Speaker 4: careless knights that rode with the heart of Bruce. Does
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Speaker 4: there not wait upon wisdom a last surprise? Are we
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Speaker 4: not weary of wisdom? O make us wise? End a poem.
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Speaker 4: This recording is in the public domain. Saint David of
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Speaker 4: Welles by G. K. Chesterton Readfullybrevox dot org by Carrie Adams,
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Speaker 4: Your book Boys, Saint David of Wales, Mine eyes were
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Speaker 4: shy with secrets. I was hunted to the hills, the
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Speaker 4: shadow hunt of the rider, that riding never cares, but
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Speaker 4: is lost in the heights, and hears over horrible chasms,
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Speaker 4: hung the voice of his vanish'd foemen sing in a
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Speaker 4: strange tongue. But ours was the hound of Arthur, whose
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Speaker 4: leap was long as the day, and the buried name
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Speaker 4: of Britain that none but the druids say. And a
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Speaker 4: song is hid in my speech that sways like a
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Speaker 4: tolling bell for the men that went forth to battle,
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Speaker 4: but they always fell. Thine is no pride princess in
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Speaker 4: the proud, the palpable things, in the vast flat plans
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Speaker 4: of the plains that are traced in the charts of kings.
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Speaker 4: He is thine that was born in the cavern, that
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Speaker 4: died on the hill. A hymn is laid in my speech.
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Speaker 4: It may cry to thee still, and a poem. This
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Speaker 4: recording is in the public domain.
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Speaker 3: Saint George of England by G. K. Chesterton read Forliveryvox
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Speaker 3: dot Org by Alan Mapstone. Mine eyes were sealed with slumber.
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Speaker 3: I sat too long at the ale. The green dew
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Speaker 3: blights the banner, the red rust eats the mail, and
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Speaker 3: a spider spanned a chasm from the hand to the
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Speaker 3: fallen sword, and the sea sang me to sleep, for
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Speaker 3: it called me lord. This was the hand of the hero.
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Speaker 3: It strangled the dragon's scream. But I dreamed so long
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Speaker 3: of the dragon that the dragon was a dream. And
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Speaker 3: the night that the fied, the dragon deserted the princess.
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Speaker 3: Her knight had stolen her dowry. She had no redress.
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Speaker 3: Mirror of justice, shine on us, blazed through the broad
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Speaker 3: skybreak show us our face, though it shatter us, shatter
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Speaker 3: and shake us awake. We were not tortured of demons
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Speaker 3: with Berber and Scott. We that have loved have failed
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Speaker 3: thee oh fail us not end of poem. This recording
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Speaker 3: is in the public domain.
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Speaker 2: All the Seven by J. K. Chesterton, read for Librovox
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Speaker 2: dot Org by Larry Wilson. We have lost our swords
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Speaker 2: in the battle. We have broken our hearts in the
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Speaker 2: world since first we went forth from thy face with
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Speaker 2: again Falon's gold unfurled, disarmed and distraught and disunder'd. Thy
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Speaker 2: paladins come from the lands where the gods sit, silent
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Speaker 2: art thou too, dam They waited, and minute by minute
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Speaker 2: the hush grew hollow with horror, from doubt, till a
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Speaker 2: far voice spoke as faint with pain, and apart knew ye,
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Speaker 2: not ye that seek wherein I have hidden all things
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Speaker 2: strewn far as the last lost battle. Your swords have
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Speaker 2: met in my heart. And it seemed that the swords
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Speaker 2: fell down with a shock as of a thunderbolt's fallen,
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Speaker 2: and the strange knights bent to gather and gird them
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Speaker 2: again for the fight, all blackened a bugle blue. But
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Speaker 2: all in that flash of blackness, with the clang of
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Speaker 2: the fallen swords, I awoke, and the sun was bright.
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Speaker 2: End a poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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Speaker 2: End of the Queen of the Seven Swords by G. K.
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Speaker 2: Chesterton