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Songs of the Silent World, and Other Poems-Elizabeth Stuart Phelps · Poems and Songs in the Lancashire Dialect

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  Speaker 1: Proem by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps read for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 1: by Sonya Proem. Dear is the distance vest I cross it? Here,
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  Speaker 1: the chasm fathomless I span it? Does the silence dread?
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  Speaker 1: I break it? What is fear when only our own
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  Speaker 1: hearts can sever us? The gold and frankinsons I should
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  Speaker 1: have given envy the mirror I lay within your hand
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  Speaker 1: Dearer to me than fame of earth or heaven. It
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  Speaker 1: is to know that you will understand and of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Afterward by Elizabeth
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  Speaker 1: Stuart Phelps read for LibriVox dot Org by Sonya Afterward.
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  Speaker 1: There is no vacant chair. The loving meat a group
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  Speaker 1: unbroken smitten Who knows how one sitteth silent only in
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  Speaker 1: his usual seat? We gave him once that freedom. Why
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  Speaker 1: not now? Perhaps he is too weary and needs rest.
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  Speaker 1: He needed it too often? Nor could we bestow God
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  Speaker 1: gave it, knowing how to do so best Which of
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  Speaker 1: us would disturb him? Let him be? There is no
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  Speaker 1: vacant chair. If he will take the mood to listen mutely,
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  Speaker 1: be it done by his least mood. We crossed for
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  Speaker 1: which the heart must ache, plead not no question, Let
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  Speaker 1: him have this one. Death is a mood of life.
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  Speaker 1: It is no whim by which life's giver mocks a
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  Speaker 1: broken heart. Death is life's reticence still audible to him.
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  Speaker 1: The hushed voice happy speaketh on apart. There is no
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  Speaker 1: vacant chair. To love is still to have, nearer to
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  Speaker 1: memory than to eye, and dearer yet to anguish and
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  Speaker 1: to comfort. Will we hold him by our love that
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  Speaker 1: shall not die. For while it does not does, he
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  Speaker 1: cannot try? Who can put out the motion or the smile?
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  Speaker 1: The old ways of being noble, all with him laid by.
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  Speaker 1: Because we love he is then trust awhile. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Released by Elizabeth
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  Speaker 1: Stuart Phelps. Read forlibrivox dot Org by Sonya released, Oh
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  Speaker 1: joy of the dying at last, Thou art mine and
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  Speaker 1: leaping to meet thee, impatient to greet thee. A rapid
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  Speaker 1: and rapturous, sensitive fine gaiety steals through my pulses to day,
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  Speaker 1: daring and doubting, like pleasure forbidden. Oh winter, looking at
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  Speaker 1: may O, sorrow of living, make way for the thrill
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  Speaker 1: of the soul that is starting on looking departing across
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  Speaker 1: the threshold of clay bend bow to the will of
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  Speaker 1: the soul that is up and away. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. The Room's Wits
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  Speaker 1: by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps read forlibrivox dot org by Sonya
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  Speaker 1: The Room's Wits. I think if I should cross the
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  Speaker 1: room far as fear, should stand beside you like a thought,
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  Speaker 1: touch you, dear, like a fancy to your sad heart,
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  Speaker 1: it would seem that my vision passed and prayed you,
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  Speaker 1: Oh my dream. Then you would look with lonely eyes,
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  Speaker 1: lift your head, and you would stir and sigh and say,
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  Speaker 1: she is dead, baffled by death and love. I lean
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  Speaker 1: through the gloom, O, Lord of Life, am I forbid
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  Speaker 1: to cross the room? End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: The First Christmas Apart by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps read four
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  Speaker 2: lever box dot org by Larry Johnson, City, Tennessee. The
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  Speaker 2: First Christmas Apart. The shadows watch about the house, silent
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  Speaker 2: as they I come. Oh, it is true that life
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  Speaker 2: is deaf, and not that death is dumb. The Christmas
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  Speaker 2: thrill is on the earth. The stars throb in the
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  Speaker 2: sky love listens in a thousand homes the Christmas bells
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  Speaker 2: ring by I cross the old familiar door and take
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  Speaker 2: the dear old chair. You look with desolate eyes upon
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  Speaker 2: me sitting there. You gaze and see not through the
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  Speaker 2: tears in gazing, burn and start Believe the living are
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  Speaker 2: the blind, and not the dead. Depart. A year ago
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  Speaker 2: some words we said, kept sacred, twist us twain tea.
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  Speaker 2: Is you poor love, who answer not the while I
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  Speaker 2: speak again? I lean above you as before, faithful my
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  Speaker 2: arms enfold. Oh, could you know that life is numb,
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  Speaker 2: nor think that death is cold? Senses of earth? How
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  Speaker 2: weak ye are joys? Joys of heaven? How strong loves
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  Speaker 2: of the earth, How short and sad of heaven? How
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  Speaker 2: glad and long heart of my heart? If earth are Heaven?
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  Speaker 2: Had speech or language fine enough, or death or life
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  Speaker 2: could give me symbol, sound or sign to reach you
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  Speaker 2: thought or touch or eye, body or soul, I'd die
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  Speaker 2: again to make you understand, my darling. This is I
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  Speaker 2: and of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: The Angel Joy by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps read for lever
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  Speaker 2: box dot Org by Larry Johnson, City Tennessee. Oh was
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  Speaker 2: it a death dream? Not dream though that I'd heard
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  Speaker 2: like a foe? Or only a sorrow left over from
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  Speaker 2: life half finished years ago? How long was it since
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  Speaker 2: she died? Who told? Or yet what was death? Who knew?
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  Speaker 2: She said? I am come to heaven at last, and
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  Speaker 2: I'll do as a blessed do. But the custom of
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  Speaker 2: earth was stronger than heaven and the habit of life
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  Speaker 2: and death. How should an anguish as old as thought
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  Speaker 2: be healed by the end of breath? Tissue and nerve
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  Speaker 2: and pulse of her soul had absorbed the disease of woe.
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  Speaker 2: The strangest of all angels, there was Joy, Oh, the wretch. No,
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  Speaker 2: I am too tired with earth, she said, To rest
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  Speaker 2: me in paradise, give me a spot to creep away
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  Speaker 2: and close my heavy eyes. I must learn to be
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  Speaker 2: happy in heaven, she said, as we learned to suffer below.
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  Speaker 2: Our ways are not your ways, he said, and our
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  Speaker 2: ways the way as you go. As love too wise
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  Speaker 2: for a word puts by all woman's weak alarms. Joy
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  Speaker 2: hushed her lips and gathered her into his mighty arms.
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  Speaker 2: He took her to his holy heart, the angel Joy,
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  Speaker 2: and there for he held her fast. The saddest spirit
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  Speaker 2: in the world came to herself at last, and a poem.
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  Speaker 2: This recording is in the public domain. Absent by Elizabeth
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  Speaker 2: Stuart Phelps read for Lieverbox dot Org by Larry Johnson, City, Tennessee. Absent.
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  Speaker 2: You do not lift your eyes to watch you pass
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  Speaker 2: the conscience door, your startled ear perceiveth, not our footfall
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  Speaker 2: on the floor, no eager word, your lips betray to
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  Speaker 2: greet us. When we stand. We long to meet you,
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  Speaker 2: but you hold to us no beckoning hand. Faint as
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  Speaker 2: the years in which we breathe, far as the death
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  Speaker 2: we died, dim, as the faded battle smoke we wander
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  Speaker 2: at your side. Cold is the cause, outlived or lost,
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  Speaker 2: vague as the legends told at twilight of a mystic
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  Speaker 2: band circling in age of gold, unseen, unheard, unfelt, and
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  Speaker 2: yet beneath the army blue are heart beats sounded real enough.
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  Speaker 2: When we were boys like you, we turned us from
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  Speaker 2: your fabled lore with ancient passion rife. No myth, our
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  Speaker 2: solemn laying down of love and hope and life, No
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  Speaker 2: myth the clasp and severed hands, no dream, the last
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  Speaker 2: replies upon the desolated home. To day the sunlight lies.
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  Speaker 2: Take sons of peace, your heritage, our loss, your legacy,
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  Speaker 2: our action, be your fable's fair, our facts, your poetry.
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  Speaker 2: O Ye who fall on calmer times, The perils of
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  Speaker 2: the calm, are yours. To swell the sloth, the sleep,
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  Speaker 2: the carelessness of harm, the keel that rides the gale,
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  Speaker 2: to strike where the warm waves are still Ours were
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  Speaker 2: the serf, the stir, the shock, the tempest, and the thrill.
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  Speaker 2: Comrades be yours, that vigor old, be yours. The elected
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  Speaker 2: power that fits a man like rock to tide to
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  Speaker 2: his appointed hour. Yours. To become all that we were
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  Speaker 2: and all we might have been, yours the fine eye
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  Speaker 2: that separates the unseen from the scene. End of poem.
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  Speaker 2: This recording is in the public domain. The Unseen Comrades
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  Speaker 2: by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps read for leverbox dot Org by
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  Speaker 2: Larry Johnson, City, Tennessee. The Unseen Comrades. Last night I
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  Speaker 2: saw an armed band whose feet did take the martial step,
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  Speaker 2: although they trod soundless as waves of light upon the air,
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  Speaker 2: silent from silent lips. The bugle fell, The wind was wild,
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  Speaker 2: but the great flag they bore, hung motionless, and glittered
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  Speaker 2: like a god above their awful faces while they marched.
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  Speaker 2: And when I saw, I understood and said, if these
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  Speaker 2: are they whom we did love and give, why seek they?
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  Speaker 2: But one sternly answered me, we seek our comrades, whom
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  Speaker 2: we left to thee, the weak who were thy strength,
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  Speaker 2: the poor who had thy pride, the faint, the few
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  Speaker 2: who gave to THEE one supreme hour from out of
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  Speaker 2: the day of life, one deed majestic to their century.
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  Speaker 2: These were thy trust. How fair they at thy hands,
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  Speaker 2: thy saviors then, and they thy heroes now, our comrades.
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  Speaker 2: Still we keep the step with them. Behold, as though
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  Speaker 2: unto the least of them shalt do so, doest thou
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  Speaker 2: unto us? Amen and of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 2: the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Strong Good and Death by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps, Dreadfully privox
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  Speaker 1: dot Org by Sonya Stronger than Death? Who shall tell
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  Speaker 1: the story as it was? Ride it with the heart's blood,
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  Speaker 1: pale ink alas, speak it with the soul's lips, or
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  Speaker 1: be dumb? Tell me singers fled and song to come
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  Speaker 1: no answer, Like a shell, the silence curls, and far
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  Speaker 1: within it leans a whisper out, breathless and inarticulate, and
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  Speaker 1: worlds and dies as dies an ailing dread or doubt.
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  Speaker 1: And I, since there is found none else than I,
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  Speaker 1: no stronger sweeter voice than mine to tell this tale
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  Speaker 1: of love that cannot stoop to die, were fain to
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  Speaker 1: be the whisper in the shell, were fain to lose,
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  Speaker 1: And spend myself within the sacred silence of one mighty heart,
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  Speaker 1: and leaning from it, hidden there to win some finer
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  Speaker 1: ear that listening bends apart, Fly for your lives. The
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  Speaker 1: entrail of the earth trembled, resounding to the cry that,
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  Speaker 1: like a chasing ghost around the mine crept ghastly, the
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  Speaker 1: pits on fire fly the shaft, A poisoned throat whose
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  Speaker 1: breath was death, like hell itself, grown sick of sin,
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  Speaker 1: hurled up the man, haggard and terrible, leaping upon us
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  Speaker 1: through the din that all our voices made. And back
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  Speaker 1: we shrank from them, as from the starting dead, recoiling shrieked,
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  Speaker 1: but knew not why we shrieked, and cried, but knew
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  Speaker 1: not what we said. And still that awful mouth did
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  Speaker 1: toss them up. The last is safe, the last is sound.
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  Speaker 1: We sobbed to see them where they sunk and crawled
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  Speaker 1: like beaten hounds upon the ground. Some sat with lolling
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  Speaker 1: idiot head and laughed. One reached to clutch the air
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  Speaker 1: away his gasping lips refused. Some cursed, and one knelt down,
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  Speaker 1: but he was old to pray. We huddled there together
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  Speaker 1: all that night, women and men from the wild town.
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  Speaker 1: I heard a shrill voice cry, we all are up,
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  Speaker 1: but some ye have forgot, are down. Who is forgot?
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  Speaker 1: We stared from face to face, but answering through the dark,
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  Speaker 1: she said it was a woman. Eh Ye need not fret.
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  Speaker 1: None is forgot except the dead, the buried dead, asleep
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  Speaker 1: there in the works. Eh Lord, it must be hot below.
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  Speaker 1: Ye'll keep em waking all the live long night to
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  Speaker 1: set the mine a burning soul. And all the night
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  Speaker 1: the mine did burn and burst, as if the earth
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  Speaker 1: were but a shell through which a child had thrust
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  Speaker 1: a finger touched and peal on dreadful peal. The bell
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  Speaker 1: the miner's laram wrenched the quaking air, and through the
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  Speaker 1: flaring light we saw the solid forehead of the eternal
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  Speaker 1: hill take on a human look of all, as if
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  Speaker 1: it were a living thing that spoke and flung some
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  Speaker 1: protest to the sky, as if it were a dying
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  Speaker 1: thing that saw but could not tell a mystery. The
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  Speaker 1: bells ran ringing by us all that night. The bells ceased,
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  Speaker 1: jangling with the morn. About the blackened works, sunk, tossed,
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  Speaker 1: and rent. We gathered in the foregne dawn, women and men,
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  Speaker 1: with eyes askance and strange fearing. We knew not what
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  Speaker 1: to see, against the hollow jaws of the torn hill.
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  Speaker 1: Why creep the miners silently from man to man, a
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  Speaker 1: whisper chills see see the sunken shaft of thirty one.
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  Speaker 1: The earth, a traitor to her trust, has fled and
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  Speaker 1: turned the dead unto the sun. And here o, God
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  Speaker 1: of life and death, thy work thine only this. With
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  Speaker 1: foreheads bare, we knelt and drew him, young and beautiful,
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  Speaker 1: thirty years dead, into the air. Thus had he perished,
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  Speaker 1: buried from the day by the swift poison, caught and
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  Speaker 1: slain by the kind poison. Unmarred, ran that fair back
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  Speaker 1: to the upper earth again, the warm and breathing earth
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  Speaker 1: that knew him not, And man and women wept to
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  Speaker 1: see for kindred. Had he none among us all, how
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  Speaker 1: lonely even the dead may be. We wept, I say
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  Speaker 1: we wept. Who knew him?
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  Speaker 3: Not?
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  Speaker 1: But sharp a tearless woman sprang from out the crowd,
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  Speaker 1: that quavering voice I knew, and terrible her cry out rang,
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  Speaker 1: I pass, I pass ye all, make way, stand back,
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  Speaker 1: Mine is the place ye yield. She said, he was
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  Speaker 1: my lover, once, my own, my own, Oh he was mine,
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  Speaker 1: and he is dead. Women and men, we gave her
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  Speaker 1: royal way, proud as young joy. The smile she had.
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  Speaker 1: We knew her for a neighbor in the town, unmated, solitary, said, youth, hope,
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  Speaker 1: and love. We gave her silent way, calm as a
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  Speaker 1: sigh she swept us all. Then, swiftly as a word
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  Speaker 1: leans to a thought, we saw her lean to him
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  Speaker 1: and fall upon the happy body of the dead, an
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  Speaker 1: aged woman, poor and gray, bright as the day, immortal
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  Speaker 1: as young love, and glorious as life. He lay her
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  Speaker 1: shrunken hands caressed his rounded cheek, her white locks on
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  Speaker 1: his golden hair. Fell sadly. O love, she cried, with
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  Speaker 1: shriveled lips, O love, my love, my own, my fair
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  Speaker 1: see I am old, and all my heart is gray.
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  Speaker 1: They say the dead are aye for good. There there,
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  Speaker 1: my sweet I whisper, leaning low, that all these women
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  Speaker 1: hear itd not deep in the darkness. There didst think
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  Speaker 1: on me high in the heavens. Have you been true
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  Speaker 1: since I was young? And since you called me fair?
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  Speaker 1: I never loved them men but you, And here, my boy,
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  Speaker 1: you lie so safe, so still. But there she hushed,
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  Speaker 1: and in the dim cool morning, timid as a bride,
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  Speaker 1: but calm as a glad mother gathered him unto her heart.
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  Speaker 1: And all the people, then, women and men and children too,
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  Speaker 1: crept back and back and back and on still as
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  Speaker 1: the morning shadows do, and left them in the lifting dawn.
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  Speaker 1: They too, on her sad breast, His shining head stirred softly,
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  Speaker 1: as were he the living one, and she had been
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  Speaker 1: the moveless stead. And yet we crept on, back and back,
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  Speaker 1: and on the distance widened like the sky between our
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  Speaker 1: little restlessness and love so godlike that it could not die.
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  Speaker 1: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Vittoria by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps read for liverbox dot Org
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  Speaker 2: by Larry Johnson, City Tennessee, Vittoria. Wise was the word
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  Speaker 2: the wise man spake, who said Angelo was the only
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  Speaker 2: man to whom God gave four souls, the soul of
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  Speaker 2: sculpture and of song, of architecture and of art, these
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  Speaker 2: all for so God loved him as if he were
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  Speaker 2: his only child, and grouped about those brows ideals of himself.
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  Speaker 2: Not angels, mild as those that flit and beckon other lives,
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  Speaker 2: but Cheribim and Seraphim, tall, strong, on, sleeping, terrible, with
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  Speaker 2: wings across their mighty feet and eyes. If we would
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  Speaker 2: look upon their blazing eyes, these two are hid. Some
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  Speaker 2: angels are all wings, Oh, shine and fly. Were ye
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  Speaker 2: not angels, ye would strike us blind. And yet they
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  Speaker 2: did not, could not dazzle her, that once sweet woman toomb,
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  Speaker 2: whom he bent as pliant as the quarreled marble, turned
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  Speaker 2: to life immortal in his own great hand. Steadfast Victoria
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  Speaker 2: looked on Angelo. She lifted lonely eyes. The years trod
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  Speaker 2: slow fourfold, the reverence which he gave to her fourfold,
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  Speaker 2: the awful tenderness fourfold, the loyalty, the trust, and o fourfold,
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  Speaker 2: the comfort beyond all power of comforting. Whereby a lesser
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  Speaker 2: man may heal the hurt of widowhood. Pescara had one soul,
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  Speaker 2: a little one, and it was stained, and he it too,
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  Speaker 2: Perhaps God knows was dead. The dead are gods. Vittoria
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  Speaker 2: had one heart, the woman gave it, and the woman
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  Speaker 2: gives once. Angelo was too late, and one who dared
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  Speaker 2: to shed a tear for him has dropped it here
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  Speaker 2: and of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: New Neighbors by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps read for lever box
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  Speaker 2: dot Org by Larry Johnson, City, Tennessee. New Neighbors Within
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  Speaker 2: the windows scant recess, behind a pink geranium flower. She
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  Speaker 2: sits and sows, and sows and sits, from the patient
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  Speaker 2: hour to patient hour, as woman like, as marble is,
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  Speaker 2: or as a lovely death might be. A marble death,
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  Speaker 2: condemned to make a faint at life, perpetually wondering, I
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  Speaker 2: watch to pity her, wandering. I go my restless ways,
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  Speaker 2: content I think the untamed thoughts of free in solitary days,
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  Speaker 2: until the mournful dusk begins to drop upon the quiet street,
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  Speaker 2: until upon the pavement far there fars the sound of
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  Speaker 2: coming feet, a happy, hastening ardent sound, tender as kisses
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  Speaker 2: on the air, quick as if touched by unseen lips,
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  Speaker 2: blushes the little statue there, and woman like as young
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  Speaker 2: life is, and woman like as joy may be, tender
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  Speaker 2: with color, life with love. She starts, transfigured gloriously superb.
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  Speaker 2: In one transcender glance, her eyes, I see are burning black.
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  Speaker 2: My little neighbor, smiling, turns and throws my unasked pity back.
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  Speaker 2: I wonder is it worth the while to sit? And
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  Speaker 2: so from hour to hour to sit and sow with
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  Speaker 2: eyes of black, behind a pink geranium flower and a palm.
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  Speaker 2: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: By the Hearth by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps readfully privox dot
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  Speaker 1: org by Sonya. By the Hearth, you come too late,
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  Speaker 1: tis far on in November. The wind strikes bleak upon
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  Speaker 1: the cheek that careth rather to keep warm, and wears
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  Speaker 1: the harm than to abate one jot of its calm color.
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  Speaker 1: For your's sake, watch see I sturdy ember upon my
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  Speaker 1: lonely hearth, and bid the fire awake, And think you
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  Speaker 1: that it will tis burnt, I say to ashes, it
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  Speaker 1: smolders cold as graveyard mold. I wish indeed you would
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  Speaker 1: not blow upon it, so that dead to kill. I say,
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  Speaker 1: the ghosts of fires will never stir, nor woman lift
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  Speaker 1: the lashes of eyes wept dim. However yours shine, for
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  Speaker 1: love of her has sweet surprise. Did not think such
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  Speaker 1: shining upon the gloom of this cold room could fall.
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  Speaker 1: Your even strong calm breath calls life from death. The
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  Speaker 1: warm light lies at your triumphant feet, faint with desire
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  Speaker 1: to reach you. See the lining of violet and of
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  Speaker 1: silver in that sheath of fire, if you would care.
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  Speaker 1: Although it is November, I will not say a bitter
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  Speaker 1: nigh to such a gift for building fires. And though
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  Speaker 1: it tires me to think of it, I'll own to
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  Speaker 1: you if you can sturdy ember, it may be found
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  Speaker 1: at last just warm enough for two. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Told in confidence
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  Speaker 1: by Elizabeth Steward Phelps Readfullybrivox dot Org by Sonya told
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  Speaker 1: in confidence, vow you'll never never tell him freezing stars
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  Speaker 1: now glittering farthest fairest on the winter sky. If he
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  Speaker 1: woo me not your coldest cruel array or can or
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  Speaker 1: may be found more chill and still to him than
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  Speaker 1: I swear you'll never never tell him warm red roses,
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  Speaker 1: lifting your shy faces to the summer dew. If he
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  Speaker 1: win me, blush your sweetest in his sight for his delight.
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  Speaker 1: But I can be as warm and sweet as you.
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  Speaker 1: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: What the Violin Said by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps read for
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  Speaker 2: liver Vox dot Org by Larry Johnson, City, Tennessee. What
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  Speaker 2: the Violins said, song We're all for love the violins said,
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  Speaker 2: Sidney Lanier. Do I love you? Do I love you?
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  Speaker 2: Ask the heavens that bend above you to find language
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  Speaker 2: and to prove you. If they love the living sun.
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  Speaker 2: Ask the burning, blinding meadows, if they love the falling shadows,
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  Speaker 2: if they hold the happy shadows when the vervid day
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  Speaker 2: is done. Ask the bluebells and the daisies lost amid
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  Speaker 2: the hot field mazes, lifting their thirsty faces. If they
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  Speaker 2: love the summer rains? Asked the lynettes. Ask the plovers
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  Speaker 2: in the nest life made for lovers as to bees,
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  Speaker 2: and ask to clovers, will they tell you for your pains?
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  Speaker 2: Do I, darling, do I love you? What I pray?
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  Speaker 2: Can that behoove you? How in Love's name can I
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  Speaker 2: move you? When, for love's sake I am dumb? If
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  Speaker 2: I told you, if I told you, would that keep you,
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  Speaker 2: would that hold you here at last where I infold you?
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  Speaker 2: If it would hush, darling come end of poem. This
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  Speaker 2: recording is in the public domain. One by Elizabeth Stuart
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  Speaker 2: Phelps read four leverbox dot Org by Larry Johnson, City, Tennessee. One, Oh,
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  Speaker 2: when I would have loved you, dear of winter, hung
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  Speaker 2: more near, yet not so sweet, So sweet, so sweet,
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  Speaker 2: the wild rose redding at my feet. Your lips had
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  Speaker 2: learned a golden word. You sang a song that all
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  Speaker 2: men heard. Oh, love is fleet, The stain is long,
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  Speaker 2: who stays the singer from her song? Across my path?
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  Speaker 2: The red leaves world? Dare I to kneel with all
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  Speaker 2: the world? How came I than to clasp you, sweet,
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  Speaker 2: to find a woman at my feet? And a poem?
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  Speaker 2: This recording is in the public domain. Spent by Elizabeth
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  Speaker 2: Stuart Phelps read for liverbox dot Org by Larry Johnson, City, Tennessee.
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  Speaker 2: Spent Heart of Iron, smile of ice, Oh the rock
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  Speaker 2: see him stand as dumb as death? If you could
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  Speaker 2: would you care to stir or shock him, Think you
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  Speaker 2: by a blow or breath from his mood, arms of velvet,
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  Speaker 2: lips of love. Oh the wave, see her creeping to
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  Speaker 2: his feet. Trustfully none shall know the sign he gave death,
• 32:44
  Speaker 2: Since then were all too sweet. Let her die. Lift
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  Speaker 2: thine eyes upon the sea, soul of stone. Rather wouldst
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  Speaker 2: thou breathe or move, I would be a warm wave,
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  Speaker 2: faithfully wasted, throne, spent and rent and dead with love.
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  Speaker 2: Then be thee and the poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 2: a public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Parted by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps read flibrivox dot org. Personia parted. Oh,
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  Speaker 1: never a word he answered, and never a word spake she.
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  Speaker 1: They turned their faces, each from each and looked upon
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  Speaker 1: the sea. The hands that cannot clasp for life must
• 33:44
  Speaker 1: quickly set be the love that is not large enough
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  Speaker 1: to live eternally in true love's name. For fair love's
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  Speaker 1: fame must die before its bloom, For it in all
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  Speaker 1: God's earth or heaven, there is no garden room. Though
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  Speaker 1: all the wine of life be lost, Try well the
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  Speaker 1: red grapes yew wholly. The soul that cannot taste the
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  Speaker 1: false love for the true and blessed ay the fainting heart,
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  Speaker 1: for such a thirst shall be. Yet never a word
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  Speaker 1: day spoke and looked upon the bitter sea. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. An April Gust
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  Speaker 1: by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps readfullybrivox dot org by Sonia an
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  Speaker 1: April Gust, It shall be as it hath been. All
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  Speaker 1: the world is glad and green. Hush, ah, hush, there
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  Speaker 1: cannot be April now for you and me. Put your
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  Speaker 1: finger on the lips of your soul. The wild rain drips,
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  Speaker 1: the wind goes diving down the sea. Tell the wind,
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  Speaker 1: but tell not me yet. If I had ought to tell,
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  Speaker 1: high as heaven or deep as hell, bent the faith's
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  Speaker 1: awry or fit, I would find a word for it.
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  Speaker 1: O words that neither see nor land can lift their
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  Speaker 1: ears to understand wild words as dumb as death or fear.
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  Speaker 1: I dare to die, but not to hear. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: The Answer by Elizabeth Stuart Helps read or libovox dot org.
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  Speaker 4: That which together may sail just as we used to
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  Speaker 4: do car Thomas ballads. And what if I should be kind?
• 35:50
  Speaker 4: And what if you should be true. The old love
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  Speaker 4: could never go on just as it used to do.
• 35:59
  Speaker 4: The one hands of the waves that smote us swift
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  Speaker 4: apart will never clasp again and row us hard to heart.
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  Speaker 4: The cold fire feet of the tides, the trot between us.
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  Speaker 4: Two can never retrace their steps and fall where they
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  Speaker 4: used to do. Oh well, the ships must remember that
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  Speaker 4: go down to the awful sea. No kill the chisels.
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  Speaker 4: The current can cut where it used to be. Not
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  Speaker 4: a throb of the gloom or the glory that the
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  Speaker 4: steers in the sun or the rain will ever be
• 36:43
  Speaker 4: that gloom or glory, the dazzle or darkness again. Not
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  Speaker 4: a wave that stretches its arms and yearns to the
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  Speaker 4: breast of the shore is ever the wave that came
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  Speaker 4: to trusting and yearning and loving before the hope that
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  Speaker 4: is high as the heavens, the joy that the skeeness pain.
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  Speaker 4: The faith is as free as the morning, can die,
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  Speaker 4: but can live not again. And though I should step
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  Speaker 4: beside you, and hand should reach unto hand, we should
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  Speaker 4: walk mutely, stifled ghosts in a breathless land. And what
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  Speaker 4: if I should be kind, and though you should be true,
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  Speaker 4: the old love could never, never love on as it
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  Speaker 4: used to do. End of form. This recording is in
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  Speaker 4: the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Sons by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps, dreadfully brivox dot org Personia
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  Speaker 1: thorns as we pass by the roses, into your finger
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  Speaker 1: tip bruise you the thorn quick at the prick you
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  Speaker 1: start crying alas the smart farewell, my pleasant friend, wisely
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  Speaker 1: our way we went out of the reach of roses.
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  Speaker 1: Oh we pass by the roses. Where does the red
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  Speaker 1: drop drip? Where is the thorn?
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  Speaker 5: What?
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  Speaker 1: Though it is hidden, pressed piercing into my breast, scathless,
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  Speaker 1: I stretch my hand, strong as their roots, I stand
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  Speaker 1: and there to trust the roses. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: The Indian Girl by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps read for lever
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  Speaker 2: box dot org by Larry Johnson, City, Tennessee. The Indian
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  Speaker 2: Girl a picture by Walter Sherlock. She standeth silent as
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  Speaker 2: a thought, too scared to be uttered, all her face unfurling,
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  Speaker 2: like a flower that, at a breath too near, will
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  Speaker 2: shut her life. A little golden clock whose shining hands
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  Speaker 2: arrested stay forever at the hour of love. She doubts,
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  Speaker 2: she dares, she dreams of what I ask, She shrinking,
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  Speaker 2: answers not. She swims before me, dim a cup of wate,
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  Speaker 2: untasted tenderness. I drink. I dread until I seem myself
• 39:45
  Speaker 2: unto myself to be he whom she choose and charmed
• 39:50
  Speaker 2: and mist on some faint asiatic day of languish summer
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  Speaker 2: ages since end of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 2: public domain. Sealed by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps read for Leverbox
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  Speaker 2: dot org by Larry Johnson, City, Tennessee, Sealed, Shall I
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  Speaker 2: pour you wine? She said, the wine that is rare
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  Speaker 2: and red, sweeter the cup for the drop. But why
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  Speaker 2: do you shrink and stop? The seal of the wine
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  Speaker 2: has a sacred sign. I'm afraid, she said. I love
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  Speaker 2: you and revere you more for your fear than I
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  Speaker 2: do for your wine, he said. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 2: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Gwenevere by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps read for Libervox dot org
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  Speaker 3: by Lilian Elizabeth of Gwenevere from Arthur, separate and separate
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  Speaker 3: from Launcelot and the world, and shielded in the convent
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  Speaker 3: with her sin. As one draws fast avail upon a
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  Speaker 3: face that's marred, but only holds the scar more close
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  Speaker 3: against the burning brain. I read to day this legend,
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  Speaker 3: and if other yet than I have read or said,
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  Speaker 3: how no eye for the text was written in the story.
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  Speaker 3: We have learned between the ashen lines, invisible in hieroglyphs
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  Speaker 3: that blazed and leaped like light unto the eyes. A
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  Speaker 3: thousand turned the page and understand and think we know
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  Speaker 3: the record of a life. When lo, if we will
• 41:59
  Speaker 3: open and once again the awful volume hid mysterious intent,
• 42:05
  Speaker 3: there lies the unseen alphabet rereads the tale from breath
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  Speaker 3: to death and spells a living language that we never knew.
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  Speaker 3: This that I read was one short song of hers,
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  Speaker 3: a fragment I interpret or a lost, faint prelude to
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  Speaker 3: another missing too, she sang, it says the text one
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  Speaker 3: summer night after the vespers, when the abbess passed and
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  Speaker 3: blessed her, when the nuns were gone, and when she
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  Speaker 3: kneeling in her drowsy cell, had said her prayers, poor soul,
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  Speaker 3: her sorrowful prayers, in which she had besought the Lord
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  Speaker 3: for his dear sake and love and pity of his
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  Speaker 3: only son, to wash her of her stain and make
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  Speaker 3: her fit on summer nights behind the convent bars and
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  Speaker 3: on stone floors, with bruised lips, to pray away all
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  Speaker 3: vision but repentance from her soul. When kneeling as she was,
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  Speaker 3: her limbs refused to bear her, and she fell a
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  Speaker 3: faint from weariness and striving to become a holy woman,
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  Speaker 3: all her splendid length upon the ground and groveled there.
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  Speaker 3: Aghast that buried nature was not dead in her, but
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  Speaker 3: lived a rebel through her fair, fierce youth. Aghast to
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  Speaker 3: find that clasped hands would clench, Aghast to feel that
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  Speaker 3: praying lips refused like saints to murmur on, but shrank
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  Speaker 3: and quivered dumb alas I cannot pray, cried Guenevere, I
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  Speaker 3: cannot pray. I will not lie. God is an honest God,
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  Speaker 3: and I will be an honest sinner to his face.
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  Speaker 3: Will it be wicked if I sing? Oh, let me
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  Speaker 3: sing a little of I know not what. Let me
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  Speaker 3: just sing. I know not why for lips grow stiff
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  Speaker 3: with praying all the night. Let me believe that I
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  Speaker 3: am happy too, A blessed, blessed woman who is fit
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  Speaker 3: to sing because she did not sing or else that
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  Speaker 3: God forgot it for a little while, and does not
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  Speaker 3: mind me very much, Dear Lord, said Guinevere. Wilt thou
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  Speaker 3: not listen while I sing? As well as while I pray?
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  Speaker 3: I shall feel safer? So for I have nought to say,
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  Speaker 3: God should not hear. The song comes as the prayer,
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  Speaker 3: doth come thou listenest I sing purple? The night and
• 44:51
  Speaker 3: high were the skies, and higher the eyes that leaned
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  Speaker 3: like the stars of my soul to me. Whom loveth
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  Speaker 3: the queen, him who hath right to crown her? Who
• 45:04
  Speaker 3: but the king is he? Sultry the day? And gold
• 45:08
  Speaker 3: was the hair, and golden the mist that blinded my
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  Speaker 3: soul away from me, dethroned for a dream, for a gleam,
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  Speaker 3: for a glance, for a color. How could the crown
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  Speaker 3: it be? Life goeth by like a deed, nor returneth forever.
• 45:26
  Speaker 3: Death cometh on fleet footed, as pity should be hush
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  Speaker 3: when she waketh at last and looketh about her, whom
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  Speaker 3: will a woman see? Thus in her cell deep in
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  Speaker 3: the summer night, sang Guinevere, a little broken, blind, sweet melody.
• 45:47
  Speaker 3: And then she kneeled upon the convent floor, and peaceful
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  Speaker 3: finished all her prayer and slept, for she had nought
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  Speaker 3: to say, God might not hear. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 3: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: Sung to a Friend by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps, Read for
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  Speaker 6: Lebrivox dot Org by Larry Wilson. The tide is rising,
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  Speaker 6: rising out of the infinite sea, from ripple to wave
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  Speaker 6: to billow, pass Beryl and gold and Crimson, a prism
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  Speaker 6: of perfect splendor. What shall the white surf be? The
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  Speaker 6: sacred tide is rising, rising for you and me, defiant
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  Speaker 6: to cross the breaker. Wave unto wave must answer, the
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  Speaker 6: sea to the shore will follow. When shall the great
• 46:52
  Speaker 6: flood be? The tide must turn, falling, falling back to
• 46:57
  Speaker 6: the awful sea. Thus far shalt thou go, no farther
• 47:03
  Speaker 6: The color sinks to the shadow. The peon sobs into silence.
• 47:08
  Speaker 6: Where shall the eblind be? By the weeds left blazing,
• 47:13
  Speaker 6: beating like heart throbs of the sea, By the law
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  Speaker 6: of the land and the ocean, By the hand that
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  Speaker 6: holdeth the torrent, I summon the tide eternal to flow
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  Speaker 6: for you and me. End a poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 6: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: In completion by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps, read filiprivox dot org
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  Speaker 1: by Sonya incompletion, perhaps the bud lost from the loaded tree,
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  Speaker 1: the sweetest blossom of the may would be, or wildest
• 47:55
  Speaker 1: song that summer could have heard, is done within the
• 47:59
  Speaker 1: throat of the dead bird. The perfect statue that all
• 48:04
  Speaker 1: men have sought, may in some crippled hand be hid unwrought.
• 48:09
  Speaker 1: Which of our dearest stead betook his flight into the
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  Speaker 1: rose red star that fell last night? The words forever
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  Speaker 1: by thy lips unsaid, had been the crown of life
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  Speaker 1: upon thy head. The splendid sun of all my days
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  Speaker 1: might be the love that I shall never give to
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  Speaker 1: thee end of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Raves Chasm by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps, dreadfullybrivox dot org by
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  Speaker 1: Sonia raves Chasm, Cape, Ann September Serf, eighteen eighty two.
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  Speaker 1: White fire upon the gray green waste of waves, The
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  Speaker 1: low light of the breaker flares ah See out bursting
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  Speaker 1: on a sky of steel and eyes. The beaffeled sun
• 49:05
  Speaker 1: steps wildly at the gale. The water rises like a
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  Speaker 1: god aglow, who all too long has slept and dreamed
• 49:13
  Speaker 1: too sure, and finds his Goddess fled his empty arms silent,
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  Speaker 1: the mighty cliff receives at last that rage of elemental tenderness.
• 49:24
  Speaker 1: The old omnipotent caress. She knows yet once the solid
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  Speaker 1: earth did melt for her, and pitying may retreat before
• 49:33
  Speaker 1: her flight, would she have hidden her forever there? Or
• 49:37
  Speaker 1: did she, wavering linger long enough to let the accustomed
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  Speaker 1: torrent chase her down over the neck of the gorge.
• 49:45
  Speaker 1: I cling lean desperately, he who feared the chasm's edge,
• 49:50
  Speaker 1: where never the one to see the torment and the
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  Speaker 1: triumph hid, Where the deep searches be. I pierce the gulf,
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  Speaker 1: I sweep the coast, where wide the tire its wings free.
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  Speaker 1: I search as never sold sort before. There is not
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  Speaker 1: patience enough in all the shore. There is not passion
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  Speaker 1: enough in all the sea to tell my love for
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  Speaker 1: d end of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Galatea by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps read for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 7: by Eva Davis. A moment's grace, Pygmalion, Let me be
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  Speaker 7: a breath space longer on this hither hand of fate,
• 50:39
  Speaker 7: too sweet, too sad, too mad to meet, whether to
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  Speaker 7: be thy statue or thy bride an instant. Spare me
• 50:50
  Speaker 7: terrible the choice, as no man knoweth, being only man,
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  Speaker 7: nor any saving her who hath been stone and loved
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  Speaker 7: her school. Shall I dare exchange veins of the quarry
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  Speaker 7: for the throbbing pulse, insensate calm for a sure aching heart,
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  Speaker 7: repose eternal for a woman's lot, for go God's quiet
• 51:18
  Speaker 7: for the love of man to float on his uncertain tenderness.
• 51:24
  Speaker 7: A wave tossed up the shore of his desire to
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  Speaker 7: ebb and flow whenever it pleaseth him, remembered at his
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  Speaker 7: leisure and forgot, worshiped and worried, clasped and dropped it,
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  Speaker 7: mood or soothed and gashed at mercy of his will.
• 51:45
  Speaker 7: Now paradise my portion, and now hell, and every single
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  Speaker 7: several nerve that beats in solar body like some rare vase,
• 51:57
  Speaker 7: thrust in fire first, and then in until the fine
• 52:02
  Speaker 7: protesting fiber snaps. O, Who foreknowing ever, chose a fate
• 52:09
  Speaker 7: like this? What woman, out of all the breathing world
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  Speaker 7: would be? A woman? Could her heart select or love
• 52:17
  Speaker 7: her lover, could her life prevent? Then let me be
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  Speaker 7: that only only one. Thus let me make that sacrifice supreme.
• 52:28
  Speaker 7: No other ever made, or can, or shall behold. The
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  Speaker 7: future shall stand still to ask what man was worth
• 52:37
  Speaker 7: a price? So isolate and rate THEE at its value
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  Speaker 7: for all time. For I am driven by an awful law.
• 52:48
  Speaker 7: See while they hesitate, it moldeth me and carves me
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  Speaker 7: like a chisel at my heart. Tis stronger than the
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  Speaker 7: woman or the man. Tis greater than all tort or delight,
• 53:02
  Speaker 7: Tis mightier than the marble or the flesh. Obedient, be
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  Speaker 7: the sculptor and the stone. Thine am I thine, at
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  Speaker 7: all the cost of all the pangs that woman ever
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  Speaker 7: bore for man. Thine, I elect to be denying them. Thine,
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  Speaker 7: I elect to be defying them. Thine, Thine, I dare
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  Speaker 7: to be in scorn of them, and being Thine forever
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  Speaker 7: bless I them. Pygmalion, take me from my pedestal and
• 53:41
  Speaker 7: set me lower, lower, love, that I may be a
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  Speaker 7: woman and look up to THEE and looking, longing, loving,
• 53:52
  Speaker 7: give and take the human kisses worth the worst that thou,
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  Speaker 7: by thine own nature shall inflict on me and the poem.
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  Speaker 7: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Part of the Price by Elizabeth Stuart phelps dreadfullyprivox dot
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  Speaker 1: org by Sonya part of the price. Take back, my friend,
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  Speaker 1: the gifts once given. No fearer find I this side
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  Speaker 1: heaven with which to bless thee than thine own resource
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  Speaker 1: of blessing mine alone, to render what is mine to lose,
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  Speaker 1: No niggard am I with it, choose lavish. I keep
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  Speaker 1: not any part of that great price within my heart.
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  Speaker 1: Wilt thou the quiet comfort have thine be it daily
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  Speaker 1: to the grave. The courage shining down from one whose
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  Speaker 1: answering eyes put out the sun. The tenderness that touched
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  Speaker 1: the nerve like music. Oh, I bid thee, lease, serve thee,
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  Speaker 1: Soothe thee, watchful of thy need while mine is unattended.
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  Speaker 1: Feed thy heart while mine goes famished. Glad I give
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  Speaker 1: the dearest thing I had impoverished. Can I find or
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  Speaker 1: spare aught else to thee of rich or rare? Sweet
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  Speaker 1: thoughts that through the soul do sing and deeds like
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  Speaker 1: loving hands that cling and loyal faith, a sentry nigh
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  Speaker 1: and prayers, all rose clouds hovering high. Nay, nay, I
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  Speaker 1: keep not any hold the wealth I leave with fingers
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  Speaker 1: cold and trembling in thine own one thing alone I
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  Speaker 1: do deny to bring and give again to thee. Not now,
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  Speaker 1: nor ever dear shalt thou learn how to wrest it
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  Speaker 1: from me? Test thy strength by the world's measures, hide
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  Speaker 1: or length too weak, Art thou too weak to gain
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  Speaker 1: by slate of tenderness or snatch of pain at thine
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  Speaker 1: own most or least to take from me mine own ideal,
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  Speaker 1: lost and saved of d end of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. Eurydssey by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps
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  Speaker 1: read fullybrivox dot Org by Sonya Eurydassey Listening a picture
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  Speaker 1: by Burne Jones. One as sentient as a wedding bell.
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  Speaker 1: The vibrant air throbs calling her, whose eager body earwise
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  Speaker 1: curved leans listening at the heart of hell. She is
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  Speaker 1: one nerve of hearing, strained to love and suffer, hope
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  Speaker 1: and fear. Thus hearkening for her love. She waits whom
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  Speaker 1: no man's daring heart has gained two oh to be
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  Speaker 1: sound to such an ear song carol vesper comfort, near,
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  Speaker 1: sweet words at sweetest, whispered low or dearer silence, happiest
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  Speaker 1: so by little languages of love. Her finer audience to
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  Speaker 1: prove a tenderness untried to fit to soul and sense
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  Speaker 1: so exquisite. The blessed aupheoust to be at last to
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  Speaker 1: such huridity. Three I listened in Hell. I listened in Hell,
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  Speaker 1: down in the dark. I heard your soul singing mine
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  Speaker 1: out to the holy sun. Deep in the dark. I
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  Speaker 1: heard your feet ringing the way of love in Hell.
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  Speaker 1: Into the flame you strode and stood out of the flame.
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  Speaker 1: You bore me well as I listened in Hell. Four
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  Speaker 1: I listen in Hell. I listen in Hell. Who trod
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  Speaker 1: the fire? Where was the scorch clutched, clasped and saved?
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  Speaker 1: What a tale was to tell heaven? Come down to Hell. Oh,
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  Speaker 1: like a spirit you strove for my sake. Oh, like
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  Speaker 1: a man, you looked back for your own back though
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  Speaker 1: you loved me heavenly well, back though you lost me.
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  Speaker 1: The gods did decree, And I listen in Hell. End
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  Speaker 1: of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Elaine
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  Speaker 1: and Elaine by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps, Dreadfully privox dot Org
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  Speaker 1: by Sonya Elaine and Elaine. One Dead, she drifted to
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  Speaker 1: his feet, tell us love is death so sweet? Oh
• 58:43
  Speaker 1: the river floweth deep, fathom steeper is her sleep. Oh,
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  Speaker 1: the current driver is strong, while the tides drives souls along, drifting.
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  Speaker 1: Though he loved her not to the heart of Launcelot,
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  Speaker 1: Let her pass. It is her place. Death hath given
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  Speaker 1: her this grace. Let her pass? She resteth well what
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  Speaker 1: her dreams are? Who can tell? Mute the deer's man.
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  Speaker 1: Why if he speaketh not a word? Should we two dead?
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  Speaker 1: She drifteth to his feet, close her eyes, keeps secrets,
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  Speaker 1: sweet living. He had loved her well, high as heaven
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  Speaker 1: and deep as hell. Yet that voyage she stayeth not,
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  Speaker 1: wait you for her Launcelot, Oh, the river floweth fast,
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  Speaker 1: who is justified at last? Locked? Her lips are hush?
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  Speaker 1: If she saith nothing, how should we? End of poem?
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: The Poet and the Poem by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps read
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  Speaker 6: for LibriVox dot Org by Larry Wilson. Upon the city
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  Speaker 6: called the Friends, the light of waking spring fell vivid
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  Speaker 6: as the shadows thrown far from the gleaming wing of
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  Speaker 6: a great golden bird that fled before us, loitering in
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  Speaker 6: hours before the spring. How light the pulse of heaviest
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  Speaker 6: feet and quick the slowest hopes to stir, to measure
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  Speaker 6: fine in fleet and warm, will grow the bitterest heart
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  Speaker 6: to shelter. Fancy sweet securely looks the city down on
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  Speaker 6: her own fret and toil, she hides a heart of
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  Speaker 6: perfect peace behind her veins turmoil, a breathing space removed
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  Speaker 6: apart from out their stir and soil, our reverent feet.
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  Speaker 6: That golden day stood in a quiet place that held repressed.
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  Speaker 6: I know not what of such a poignant grin race
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  Speaker 6: as falls if dumb with life untold upon a human
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  Speaker 6: face to fashion silence into words, and softest, teach me
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  Speaker 6: how I know the place's silence caught a dreaming then
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  Speaker 6: and now I only know twas blue above, and it
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  Speaker 6: was green below, and where the deepening sunshine found and
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  Speaker 6: held a holy mood. Lowly and old of outline, quaint
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  Speaker 6: in mingled brick and wood, clasped in the arms of
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  Speaker 6: ivy vines, a nestling cottage stood a thing so hidden
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  Speaker 6: and so fair, so pure, that it would seem hewn
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  Speaker 6: out of nothing earthlier than a young poet's dream, of
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  Speaker 6: nothing sadder than the lights that threw the ivy's gleam,
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  Speaker 6: tell me, I said, while shrilled, the bird sang through
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  Speaker 6: the garden space to her, who guided me, tell me
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  Speaker 6: the story of the place. She lifted in her Quaker cap.
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  Speaker 6: A peaceful, puzzled face surveyed me with an aged calm
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  Speaker 6: and unpoetic eye, and peacefully but puzzled half half Tolert
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  Speaker 6: made reply, the people come to see that house. Indeed,
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  Speaker 6: I know not why, except THEE know the poem there
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  Speaker 6: twas written long since, yet his name who wrote it? Now?
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  Speaker 6: In fact, I cannot seem to get his name? Who
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  Speaker 6: wrote that poetry? I always do forget hers was Evangeline,
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  Speaker 6: And here in sound of christ Church bells, she found
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  Speaker 6: her lover in this house, or so I've heard folks tell.
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  Speaker 6: But most I know is that her name and his
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  Speaker 6: was Gabrielle. I've heard she found him dye in the
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  Speaker 6: room behind that door, one of the friend's old omsauses.
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  Speaker 6: Perhaps they've heard before, perhaps they've heard about her. All
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  Speaker 6: that I can tell and more, THEE can believe she
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  Speaker 6: found him here, if THEE do so. Incline folks have
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  Speaker 6: their fashions in belief that may be one of thine.
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  Speaker 6: I'm sure his name was Gabrielle and hers Evangeline. She
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  Speaker 6: turned her to her common work and unpoetic ways. I
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  Speaker 6: knew the rare sweet note she struck, resounding to your praise,
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  Speaker 6: O Poet of our common knights and of our careworn days,
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  Speaker 6: translator of our golden mood and of our leaden hour immortal.
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  Speaker 6: Thus shall put gage the horizon of his power, where
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  Speaker 6: in your crown of Laurel leaves the little ivy flower.
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  Speaker 6: And happy be the singer called to such a lofty lot,
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  Speaker 6: if ever blessed to be the heart hid in the
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  Speaker 6: simple spot where Evangeline was loved and wept, and longfellow forgot. O,
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  Speaker 6: striving soul, Strive quietly, whate'er thou art, or dest sweetest
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  Speaker 6: the strain when in the song the singer has been lost,
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  Speaker 6: Truest the work, when it's the deed not doer counts
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  Speaker 6: for most. The shadow of the golden wing grew deep
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  Speaker 6: where it fell. The heart it brooded over will remember
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  Speaker 6: long and well full. Many a subtle thing too sweet
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  Speaker 6: or else too sad to tell, for ever fall the
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  Speaker 6: light of spring, fair as that day it fell where
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  Speaker 6: Evangeline died. By your voice, O Solemn Christ Church, bell
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  Speaker 6: for lovers of all springs, all climes, at last found
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  Speaker 6: Gabriel in the poem. This recording is in the.
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  Speaker 1: Public Overtasked by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps readfullybrivox dot org by
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  Speaker 1: Sonya overtasked. It was a weary hour. I looked in
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  Speaker 1: the lily bell. How holy is the flower? It leaned
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  Speaker 1: like an angel against the light. Oh soul, it said, sighing,
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  Speaker 1: Be white, be white. I stretched my arms for rest.
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  Speaker 1: I turned to the evening cloud. A vision, how fair,
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  Speaker 1: how blest, low heart? It called softly, arise and fly.
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  Speaker 1: It were yours to reach levels as high as I.
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  Speaker 1: I stooped to the hoary wave that wept on the
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  Speaker 1: darkening shore. It sobbed to me, Oh, be brave, whatever
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  Speaker 1: you do or dare, or will like me to go,
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  Speaker 1: strive unresting still. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Stranded by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps read for LibriVox dot org
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  Speaker 7: by Eva Davis. Oh, busy ships that smile and sailing
• 1:06:24
  Speaker 7: in a glory like a dream, from the colors of
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  Speaker 7: the harbor to the colors of the sea. In singing
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  Speaker 7: words or in bewailing, tell the story. As you gleam,
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  Speaker 7: tell the story. Guess the language of my idle hours.
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  Speaker 7: For me, Oh busy waves, so blessed in bruising your
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  Speaker 7: white faces on the shore, so happy to be wasted
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  Speaker 7: with the purpose of this se content to leave with
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  Speaker 7: it the choosing of your places evermore whisper, but the
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  Speaker 7: far sea meaning of my stranded life for me gray.
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  Speaker 7: The sales grow in, departing like fleet swallows to the
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  Speaker 7: south stern the tide turns in its parting as it
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  Speaker 7: follows with dumb mouth. In the stillness and the sternness,
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  Speaker 7: God makes answer unto me end a poem. This recording
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  Speaker 7: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: Gloucester Harbor by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 6: Org by Larry Wilson. One shadow glides from the dumb shore,
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  Speaker 6: and one from every silent sail. One cloud the averted heavens,
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  Speaker 6: where a soft mask, thin and frail. O silver is
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  Speaker 6: the lessening rain, and yellow was the weary drought the reef.
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  Speaker 6: Her warning finger puts upon the harbor's mouth, her thin
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  Speaker 6: one finger, stiff and stark. She holds by night, she
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  Speaker 6: holds by day. Ask if you will No answer makes
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  Speaker 6: the somber guarded bay. The fleet with idle canvas, hung
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  Speaker 6: like a brute. Life sleeps patiently. The head lights nod
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  Speaker 6: across the cliff. The fog blows out to sea. There
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  Speaker 6: is no color on the tide, no color on the
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  Speaker 6: helpless sky. Across the beach, a safe, small sound, the
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  Speaker 6: grass hit crickets cry, and through the dusk, I hear
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  Speaker 6: the keels of home bound boats. Great low and sweet,
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  Speaker 6: Oh happy lights, Oh watching eyes leap out the sound
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  Speaker 6: to greet. O tender arms that meet and clasp, gather
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  Speaker 6: and cherish. While ye may the morrow knoweth God, ye
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  Speaker 6: know your own, are yours to day forever From the
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  Speaker 6: Gloucester winds, the cries of hungry children start. There breaks
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  Speaker 6: in every Gloucester wave a widowed woman's heart. End of poem.
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  Speaker 6: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: The Terrible Test by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps read four lever
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  Speaker 2: box dot Org by Larry Johnson, City, Tennessee. The Terrible
• 1:10:03
  Speaker 2: Test separate upon the folded page of myth or marvel
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  Speaker 2: Sad or Glad. The test that gave the Lord to
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  Speaker 2: thee and Thee to us O Galahad found pure indeed
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  Speaker 2: in word and thought, the creature of our dream and
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  Speaker 2: guests the vision of the brain. Thou art the idolin
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  Speaker 2: of holiness, man with the power of the God, Man,
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  Speaker 2: with the weakness of men whose lips the sangreel leaned
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  Speaker 2: to feed, whose strength was the strength of ten. We
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  Speaker 2: read and smile. No man, thou waste, no human pulses
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  Speaker 2: thine could be. With downcast eyes we read and sigh.
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  Speaker 2: So terrible is purity, O fairest legend of the years,
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  Speaker 2: with folded wings, go silently, O flower of knighthood. Yield
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  Speaker 2: your place to one who comes from galilee, to wounded
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  Speaker 2: feet that shrink and bleed. But press and climb the
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  Speaker 2: narrow way, the same old way our own must step forever,
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  Speaker 2: yesterday to day. For soul can be what soul hath been,
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  Speaker 2: and feet can tread where feet have trod enough to
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  Speaker 2: know that once the clay hath worn the features of
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  Speaker 2: the God and of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 2: public domain.
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  Speaker 6: My Dreams Are of the Sea by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps
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  Speaker 6: read for LibriVox dot Org by Larry Wilson. My dreams
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  Speaker 6: are of the sea. All night, the living waters stepped
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  Speaker 6: stayly and steadily, all night, the wind conducted them with
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  Speaker 6: forehead high. A rock, glittering with joy, stood to receive
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  Speaker 6: the shock of the flood tide. I saw it in
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  Speaker 6: the mind of sleep and silence. When I woke, I wept.
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  Speaker 6: My dreams are of the sea. But oh, it is
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  Speaker 6: the sea of glass. I met that other tide as
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  Speaker 6: I desired alone the rock, and I leaned it to
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  Speaker 6: the wave, A foolish suicide that scooped its grave within
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  Speaker 6: the piteous sand. Now I am tired. It died, and
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  Speaker 6: it was buried. Let me pass. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 6: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Song by Elizabeth Styl read for LibriVox dot org by Sonya.
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  Speaker 1: Song the firelight listens on the floor to hear the
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  Speaker 1: wild winds blow within. The bursting roses burn without their slights,
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  Speaker 1: the snow across the flower. I see the flake pass
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  Speaker 1: mirrored mystic slow. Oh, blooms and storms must blush and freeze,
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  Speaker 1: while seasons come and go. I lift the sash, and
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  Speaker 1: life the gale comes sleeping to my call. The rose
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  Speaker 1: is but a painted one that hangs upon the wall.
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  Speaker 1: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: An interpretation by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps readfour lever box dot
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  Speaker 2: org by Larry Johnson, City, Tennessee, and interpretation chopin Prelude
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  Speaker 2: in C. Minor Opus twenty eight. From whirlwind to shower,
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  Speaker 2: from non glare to shadow, from the plow to the vesper.
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  Speaker 2: A day is gone, from passion to purpose, from turmoil
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  Speaker 2: to rest, from discord to harmony. Life moveth on from
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  Speaker 2: terror and heart break, from anger of anguish, from virgil
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  Speaker 2: and famine. A soul has gone by mercy of mystery,
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  Speaker 2: through trust, which is best to feasting and sleeping. Now
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  Speaker 2: God calleth on and of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 2: the public domain. The Sphinx by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps redfourleeverbox
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  Speaker 2: dot org by Larry Johnson, City, Tennessee. The Sphinx, Oh glad,
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  Speaker 2: girl's faces hushed and fair? How shall I sing for ye?
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  Speaker 2: For the grave picture of a sphinx is all that
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  Speaker 2: I can see. Vain is the driving of the sand,
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  Speaker 2: and vain the desert's art. The years strive with her,
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  Speaker 2: but she holds the lion in her heart. Baffled or fostered, patient,
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  Speaker 2: still the perfect purpose clings flying or folded, strong as stone.
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  Speaker 2: She wears the eagle's wings eastward. She looks against the sky.
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  Speaker 2: The eternal more lies silent or pleading, veiled or free.
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  Speaker 2: She lifts the woman's eyes o grave girl's faces, listening
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  Speaker 2: kind glad, I will sing for ye, while the proud
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  Speaker 2: figure of the sphinx is all that I can see.
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  Speaker 2: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Victuaree Salutemus by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps read for Liverbox dot
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  Speaker 2: Org by Larry Johnson, City, Tennessee. Victuaree salutemus, Shall we
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  Speaker 2: who are about to live cry like a clarion on
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  Speaker 2: the battlefield, or weep before teas fought the fight to
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  Speaker 2: yield Thou that hast been, and yet that art to
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  Speaker 2: be named by our name, That art the first and
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  Speaker 2: last womanhood of the future and the past. Thee we
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  Speaker 2: salute below the breath, Oh, give to us the courage
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  Speaker 2: of our mystery plaing the clock of time has struck,
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  Speaker 2: the woman's hour, we hear it on our knees. For ah,
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  Speaker 2: no power is ours to trip to lightly to the
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  Speaker 2: rhyme of idle words that fan the summer air, of
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  Speaker 2: bounding words that leap the years to come ideal of ourselves.
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  Speaker 2: We dream and dare victuare salutemus thou art dumb end
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  Speaker 2: of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The
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  Speaker 2: Ermine by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps read for Lieberbachs dot Org
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  Speaker 2: by Larry Johnson, City, Tennessee. The Ermine, I read of
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  Speaker 2: the Ermine to day, of the ermine. Who will not
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  Speaker 2: step by the feint of a step in the mire?
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  Speaker 2: The creature who will not stain her garment of wild
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  Speaker 2: white fire, of the dumb, flying, soulless thing. So we,
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  Speaker 2: with our souls dare to say, the being of sense
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  Speaker 2: and of sod, that will not, that will not defile
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  Speaker 2: the nature she took from her God. And we, with
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  Speaker 2: the souls that we have, go cheering the hunters on
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  Speaker 2: to a prey with that pleading eye. She cannot go
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  Speaker 2: into the mud. She can stay like the snow and die.
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  Speaker 2: The hunters come leaping on. She turns like a heart
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  Speaker 2: at bay. They do with her as they will o
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  Speaker 2: Thou who thinkest on this, stand like a star, and
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  Speaker 2: be still where the soil oozes under thy feet. Better, ah,
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  Speaker 2: better to die than to take one's step in the mire. Oh,
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  Speaker 2: blessed to die or to live with garments of holy
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  Speaker 2: fire and of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Unquenched by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps readfully prevostot org Personya unquenched.
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  Speaker 1: At the Promethean and other festivals, young men ran with
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  Speaker 1: tor or lamps lighted from the sacrificial altar. In this contest.
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  Speaker 1: Only he was victorious, whose lamp remained unextinguished in the race.
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  Speaker 1: I think upon the conquering Greek who ran brave? Was
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  Speaker 1: the racer, that brave race of old, swifter than hope,
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  Speaker 1: his feet that did not tire calmer? Then love the
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  Speaker 1: hand which reached that goal a torch. It bore and
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  Speaker 1: cherish to the end, and rescued from the winds the
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  Speaker 1: sacred fire, Oh life, the race, Oh hard the racer.
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  Speaker 1: Hush and listen long enough to learn of him whose
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  Speaker 1: sleeps beneath the dust with his desire. Go shame thy coward,
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  Speaker 1: weariness and wail. Who doubles contest, doubles victory. Go learn
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  Speaker 1: to run the race and carry fire, O friend, The
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  Speaker 1: lip is brave, the heart is weak. Stay near the
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  Speaker 1: runner faints, the torch falls pale, Save me the flame
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  Speaker 1: that mounteth ever higher grows it so dark. I lift
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  Speaker 1: mine eyes to thine, blazing within them, steadfast, pure and
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  Speaker 1: strong against the wind. There fights the eternal fire. End
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  Speaker 1: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: The King's Image by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 6: dot Org by Larry Wilson. Of iron were his arms,
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  Speaker 6: They could have held the need of half the kingdom
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  Speaker 6: up and in his brow were iron adams.
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  Speaker 7: Two.
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  Speaker 6: Thus was he built. His heart, observed, was rot of gold, burnished.
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  Speaker 6: It dazzled one to look at it. His feet were
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  Speaker 6: carved of clay, and so he fell clay. Unto clay
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  Speaker 6: shall perish and return the tooth of rush shall gnaw
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  Speaker 6: the iron down. The conqueror of time gold must endure
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  Speaker 6: thou great Amalgam, suffering in thyself, the while inflicting still
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  Speaker 6: the certain fate of thy disharmony from Nature's law. Unto
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  Speaker 6: her law, thy doom appeals bids thee to fear the
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  Speaker 6: metal sinews of thy soul, and scorn the dust on
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  Speaker 6: which thou tatterest. But save O, save the heart of gold,
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  Speaker 6: for one who did beholding trust in it. End of poem.
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  Speaker 6: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 8: At the part by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 8: dot org. Half a dozen children at our house, half
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  Speaker 8: a dozen children, quiet as a mouse, quiet as a moonbeam.
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  Speaker 8: You could hear a pin waiting for the party to begin.
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  Speaker 8: Such a flood of flounces, Oh, dear me, such a
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  Speaker 8: sort of sushes like a You can see little eyes
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  Speaker 8: de merely cast upon the ground, little airs and graces
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  Speaker 8: all around. High time for that party to begin to
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  Speaker 8: sit So any longer? Where is sort of sin? As
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  Speaker 8: if you weren't acquainted with society, what a thing to
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  Speaker 8: tell of that would be?
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  Speaker 5: Up?
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  Speaker 8: Spoke a little lady, aged five. I've tumbled up my overdress,
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  Speaker 8: sure as I'm alive. My dress came from Paris. We
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  Speaker 8: sent to Worth for it. Mother says, she calls it
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  Speaker 8: such a fit. Quick there piped another little voice. I
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  Speaker 8: didn't send for dresses, though I had my choice. I
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  Speaker 8: have got a doll that came from Paris too. It
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  Speaker 8: can walk and talk as well as you. Still till
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  Speaker 8: now there sat one little girl, simple as a snowdrop,
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  Speaker 8: without flaunce or curl, modest as a primrose, soa plain
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  Speaker 8: hair brushed back, but the color of her dress was black,
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  Speaker 8: all black, swift. She glanced around with sweet surprise, bright
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  Speaker 8: and graved the look that widened in her eyes to
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  Speaker 8: entertain the party. She must do her share, as if
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  Speaker 8: God had sent her. Stood. She there stood a minute,
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  Speaker 8: thinking with crossed hands how she best might meet the
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  Speaker 8: company's demands. Grave and sweet. The purpose to the child's
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  Speaker 8: voice given, I have a little brother gone to heaven.
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  Speaker 8: On the little party dropped a spell all the little
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  Speaker 8: flances russell where they fell. But the modest maiden, in
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  Speaker 8: her morning gown, unconscious as a flower, looketh down quick
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  Speaker 8: My heart besought her silently, Happy, little maiden, give o
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  Speaker 8: gift to me, the highness of your courage, the sweetness
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  Speaker 8: of your grace. Speak a large word in a little place.
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  Speaker 8: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 8: A Jewish legend by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps read Furleybrevox dot org.
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  Speaker 8: I like that old kind legend not found in holy wreed,
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  Speaker 8: in which that John or Matthew had made Bible out
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  Speaker 8: of it. But though it is not gospel, there is
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  Speaker 8: no law to hold the heart from growing better that
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  Speaker 8: hears the story told how the little Jewish children, upon
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  Speaker 8: a summer day, went down across the meadows with the
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  Speaker 8: Child Christ to play. And in the gold green valley,
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  Speaker 8: where low the reed grass lay, they made them mock
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  Speaker 8: mud sparrows out of the meadow clay. So when these
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  Speaker 8: all were fashioned and ranged in rows about, now said
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  Speaker 8: the little Jesus, we'll let the birds fly out. Then
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  Speaker 8: all the happy children did call and coax and cry,
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  Speaker 8: each to his own mud sparrow, fly as a bidio fly.
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  Speaker 8: But earthen were the sparrows and earth they did remain.
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  Speaker 8: Though loud the Jew's children cried out and cried again,
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  Speaker 8: except the one bird. Only the little Lord Christ made
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  Speaker 8: the earth that honored him master his earth heard and obeyed. Softly,
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  Speaker 8: he leaned and whispered, fly up to heaven, Fly and
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  Speaker 8: swift his little sparrow. When soaring to the sky and silent,
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  Speaker 8: all the children stood all struck, looking on till deep
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  Speaker 8: into the heavens the bird of earth had gone. I
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  Speaker 8: like to think, from playmate, we have the Lord Christ still,
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  Speaker 8: and that's two above our weakness. He works his mighty
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  Speaker 8: will that all our little playthings of earthen hopes and
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  Speaker 8: joys shall be by his commandment changed into heavenly toys.
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  Speaker 8: Our souls are like the sparrows imprisoned in the clay.
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  Speaker 8: Bless him who came to give them wings upon a
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  Speaker 8: Christmas Day. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 8: public domain.
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  Speaker 6: The Songs of Seventy Years by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps read
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  Speaker 6: for LibriVox dot Org by Larry Wilson.
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  Speaker 3: J. G. W.
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  Speaker 6: Master Let. Stronger lips than these turn melody to harmony.
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  Speaker 6: Poet mind tremble as they crave a world alone with
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  Speaker 6: thee Thy songs melt on the vibrant air. The wild
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  Speaker 6: birds know them, and the wind the common light hath
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  Speaker 6: claim on them. The common heart and mind, and air
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  Speaker 6: and light and wind shall be thy fellow singers. While
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  Speaker 6: they say, how seventy years of music stir the common
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  Speaker 6: pulse to day, hush, sweetest songs. Mine ears are deaf
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  Speaker 6: to all of ye save only one. Blind. Are the
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  Speaker 6: eyes that turned the leaf against the autumn sun O
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  Speaker 6: blinder once were fading eyes close folded now from shrine
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  Speaker 6: and rain and duller. Were the dying ears that heard
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  Speaker 6: the chosen strain Stay solemn chant tis mine to sing
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  Speaker 6: your notes alone below the breath tis mine to bless
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  Speaker 6: the poet who can bless the hour of death. For
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  Speaker 6: once a spirit sighed for home, along for light whereby
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  Speaker 6: to see, and wearied found the way to them. O Christian,
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  Speaker 6: sere through thee past with thy words, unpaling lips, past,
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  Speaker 6: with thy courage to depart past, with thy trust within
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  Speaker 6: the soul, thy music in the heart. O calm above
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  Speaker 6: our restlessness, and rich beyond our dreaming. Yet in heaven
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  Speaker 6: I know one owes to thee a glad and grateful debt.
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  Speaker 6: From it may learn some tenderer art, may find and
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  Speaker 6: take some better way than all our tenderest, and best
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  Speaker 6: to crown thy life to day in a poem. This
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  Speaker 6: recording is in the public domain. Birthday Verses by Elizabeth
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  Speaker 6: Stuart Phelps read for LibriVox dot Org by Larry will.
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  Speaker 3: H. B.
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  Speaker 6: S Arise and call her blessed seventy years, each one
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  Speaker 6: a tongue to speak for her, who needs no poor
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  Speaker 6: device of ours to tell today. The story of her
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  Speaker 6: glory in our hearts precede us all ye quiet lips
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  Speaker 6: of love, Ye honors, high of home, nobilities of mother
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  Speaker 6: and of wife, The heraldry of happiness dearer to her
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  Speaker 6: than were the homage of the world. We yield unto
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  Speaker 6: the royal claims of tenderness. Speak thou before all voices,
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  Speaker 6: ripened human life, Arise and call her blessed, Dark browed men,
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  Speaker 6: She put the silver lyre aside for you. She could
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  Speaker 6: not stroll across the idle strings of fancy while you
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  Speaker 6: wept uncomforted, but rang upon the fetters of a race
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  Speaker 6: enchained the awful chord, which peeled along and echoed in
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  Speaker 6: the cannon shot that broke the manacle and bade the
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  Speaker 6: bound go free. She brought a nation on its knees
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  Speaker 6: for shame. She brought a world into a black slave's heart.
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  Speaker 6: Where are our lighter laurels? O, my friends, brothers and
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  Speaker 6: sisters of the busy pen five million freemen crown her
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  Speaker 6: birthday feast, before whose feet are little leaf we lay,
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  Speaker 6: arise and call her blessed. Fating souls for whom she
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  Speaker 6: sang the strains of holy hope within the gentle twilight
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  Speaker 6: of her days, like angels, bid her own hymns, visit
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  Speaker 6: her her life. No ivy tangled door, but wide and
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  Speaker 6: welcome to his solemn feet, who need not knock for entrance.
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  Speaker 6: Nor one ever asked who cometh there, so still insure
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  Speaker 6: the step so well we know God doth abide in her.
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  Speaker 6: Oh wait to make her blessed, happy. World to which
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  Speaker 6: she looketh onward ardently lie in fair distance far ye
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  Speaker 6: streets of gold, where up and down light hearted spirits walk,
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  Speaker 6: and wonder that they stayed so long away. Be patient
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  Speaker 6: for her coming. For our sakes, who will love heaven
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  Speaker 6: better keeping her? This only ask we when from prayer
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  Speaker 6: to praise she moves, and when from peace to joy
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  Speaker 6: be hers, to know she hath the life eternal, since
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  Speaker 6: her own heart's dearest wish did meet her there in
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  Speaker 6: the poem. This recording is in the public domain. A
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  Speaker 6: tribute by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps read for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 6: by Larry Wilson. Blinded, I groped, you gave me sight. Perplexed,
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  Speaker 6: I turned you sent me light. You speak unto a
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  Speaker 6: thousand ears. I pay you tribute hid in tears. I
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  Speaker 6: pay you homage in the hopes that rise to scale
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  Speaker 6: life's scathed slopes. I give you gratitude in this that
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  Speaker 6: midway on the precipice you never trod and never saw
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  Speaker 6: where e'er and never drank strikes raw and wan upon
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  Speaker 6: the wasted breath and ghosts you never passed, gave death
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  Speaker 6: and crags. You gained some sunlit way from threatening over
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  Speaker 6: me to day that here with bruised hand, I cling
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  Speaker 6: because I heard you yonder sing with those who conquer,
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  Speaker 6: if through joy, then deeper be our shame, who toy
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  Speaker 6: and loiter in the scourging rain and did not pass
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  Speaker 6: by strength of pain, laggard below, I reach to bless you,
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  Speaker 6: who are king of happiness. You are the victor, you,
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  Speaker 6: the brave, you who could not stoop to be her slave.
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  Speaker 6: Downward to me, rebuking, fling my privilege of suffering, I
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  Speaker 6: take and listen. Teach me see nearer than thou I
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  Speaker 6: ought to be nearer the height man never trod, nearer
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  Speaker 6: the veiled face of God I ought and am not. Comrade.
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  Speaker 6: Be unconscious, captain unto me, a knowing beckon and command.
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  Speaker 6: I answer you with unseen hand. You read in vain
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  Speaker 6: these lines between and smiling, wonder whom I mean? End
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  Speaker 6: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 8: To O. W. H. By Elizabeth Stuart Phelps read for
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  Speaker 8: LibriVox dot Org August twenty ninth, eighteen seventy nine. I
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  Speaker 8: had no song so wise and sweet as birthday songs.
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  Speaker 8: Dear friend, should be silent among a hundred guests. I
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  Speaker 8: only prayed for d such wishes. How the speaking leap,
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  Speaker 8: such mood of blessing took me there, That music, like
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  Speaker 8: a bird to heaven, flew and was lost in prayer.
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  Speaker 8: End of boom. This recording is in public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Whose Shall the Welcome Be? By Elizabeth Stuart Phelps read
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  Speaker 5: for LibriVox dot Org by Jason in Panama? Whose Shall
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  Speaker 5: the Welcome Be? H w l. The wave goes down,
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  Speaker 5: the wind goes down, the gray tide glitters on the sea.
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  Speaker 5: The moon seems preying in the sky. Gates of the
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  Speaker 5: New Jerusalem, a perfect pearl, each gate of them wide
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  Speaker 5: as all heavens swing on high. Whose shall the Welcome be?
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  Speaker 5: The wave went down, the wind went down, the tide
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  Speaker 5: of life turned out to see patience of pain and
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  Speaker 5: grace of deed, the glories of the heart and brain,
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  Speaker 5: treasure that shall not come again, the human singing that
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  Speaker 5: we need set to a heavenly key. The wave goes down,
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  Speaker 5: the wind goes down, All tides at last turn to
• 1:38:33
  Speaker 5: the sea, we learn to take the thing we have
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  Speaker 5: Thou who hast taught us strength in grief, as moon
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  Speaker 5: to shadow high and chief, shine out white soul beyond
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  Speaker 5: the grave, and light our loss of thee End of poem.
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  Speaker 5: This recording is in the public domain. EXEA by Elizabeth
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  Speaker 5: Stuart Phelps read for LibriVox dot Org by Jason in Panama.
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  Speaker 5: Exeyat to the hope that he has taught, to the
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  Speaker 5: beauty he has wrought, to the comfort he has been,
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  Speaker 5: to the dream that poets tell, to the land where
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  Speaker 5: Gabriel cannot lose Evangeline, hush, let him go. End of poem.
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  Speaker 5: This recording is in the public domain. George Eliot by
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  Speaker 5: Elizabeth Stuart Phelps read for LibriVox dot Org by Jason
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  Speaker 5: in Panama. George Eliot. At evening once the lowly men
• 1:39:47
  Speaker 5: who loved our master were found desolate and grieved for him,
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  Speaker 5: whose eyes had been the glory of their lives. He
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  Speaker 5: silent followed them and joined himself unto their sorrow, with
• 1:39:59
  Speaker 5: the voice of love that liveth past the end, and
• 1:40:02
  Speaker 5: yearns like empty arms across the Sepulchra did comfort them.
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  Speaker 5: They heard and knew him not at eventide O Lord
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  Speaker 5: One trod for us the solitary way of a great soul,
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  Speaker 5: whereof the peril, pain and depth alone he knows who
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  Speaker 5: marked the road. We watched and held her in our
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  Speaker 5: arms of prayer. We wept and said, our sister hath
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  Speaker 5: a heavy hurt. We bow and cry. The crown is
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  Speaker 5: buried with the queen at twilight, as she groping sought
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  Speaker 5: for rest, What solemn footfall echoed down the dark? What
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  Speaker 5: tenderness that would not let her go? And patience that
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  Speaker 5: love only knoweth paced silent beside her to the last
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  Speaker 5: faint step. What scarred hand gently caught her as she sank,
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  Speaker 5: Thou being with her, though she thee not end of poem.
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  Speaker 5: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 9: Her Jury by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps reread for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 9: Org by Amy Gremore. A lily rooted and a sacred
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  Speaker 9: soil arrayed with those who neither spin nor toil. Dinah
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  Speaker 9: the preacher, through the purple air forever in her gentle
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  Speaker 9: evening prayer, shall plead for her what ear too deaf
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  Speaker 9: to hear, As if she spoke to someone very near,
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  Speaker 9: and he of storied Florence, whose great heart broke for
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  Speaker 9: its human error, wrapped apart and scorching in the swift
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  Speaker 9: prophetic flame of passion, for late holiness and shame, then
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  Speaker 9: untried glory, grander, gladder, higher, deathless for her. He testifies
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  Speaker 9: by fire a statue, fair and firm on shining feet,
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  Speaker 9: Womanhood's woman, Dorothea, sweet as strength and strong as tenderness,
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  Speaker 9: to make a struggle with the dark for white Light's sake,
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  Speaker 9: immortal stands unanswered, speaks, Shall they of her great hand,
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  Speaker 9: the molded, breathing clay, her fit, select and proud survivors
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  Speaker 9: be possess the life eternal and not she? And a poem.
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  Speaker 9: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: A prayer Muttons by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps, read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 6: dot Org by Larry Wilson. Lord thou hast promised, lo,
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  Speaker 6: I give THEE back thine own great word. Keep it.
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  Speaker 6: I summon THEE keep it as God can not as
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  Speaker 6: men do. See Great God, who art to us the
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  Speaker 6: awful truth, whereby we live and move and know the true.
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  Speaker 6: I ask THEE to be true unto thyself. There is
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  Speaker 6: a soul that has not sinn unto the death. I
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  Speaker 6: pray for it to such as seek for such a one,
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  Speaker 6: O power invisible, O mystery and mercy. Thou hast said
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  Speaker 6: the Hearkenest, I dare remind THEE God. I dare appeal
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  Speaker 6: unto Thine honor. Here fulfill thy pledge to me, God, God,
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  Speaker 6: Great God. I pour my soul out, dash it down
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  Speaker 6: a waste like water, as I would my life to
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  Speaker 6: save this other one. I light my words with fire
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  Speaker 6: like faggots scorching all my shrinking heart. So would I
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  Speaker 6: walk in fire with these my feet of flesh, if
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  Speaker 6: that could melt this frozen heart.
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  Speaker 4: I pray for.
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  Speaker 6: Thou who listenest, dumb God, had I thy dreadful power
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  Speaker 6: to turn the souls of men as they were rivers
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  Speaker 6: in thy hand, then would I have this noble one.
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  Speaker 6: I would not lose its loyalty. I tell THEE Lord,
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  Speaker 6: if I had made it, then it sure would love
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  Speaker 6: and honor me. Hearken to me, Oh, save, give me
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  Speaker 6: mine answer, Save, Great God. I summon THEE. I summon
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  Speaker 6: THEE Father. I am thy child. If I have asked
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  Speaker 6: too much, or asked or longed a miss in any wise,
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  Speaker 6: or read a wary, thy word mysterious, or made one
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  Speaker 6: cry unworthy of a child. I pray THEE to deny
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  Speaker 6: me all I ask, unto my asking, and rebuke me so.
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  Speaker 6: And if thou savest Lord, dear Lord, dear Lord, then
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  Speaker 6: let it be because some worthier than I did pray.
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  Speaker 6: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 10: An acknowledgment by Elizabeth Stewart Phelps read for Laborfox dot
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  Speaker 10: Org by Kathleen. For the faith that is not broken
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  Speaker 10: by the burden of the day, for the word that
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  Speaker 10: is not spoken, dearest, words are slow to say, for
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  Speaker 10: the golden draft on pofford to the thirst that thirsteth on,
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  Speaker 10: For the hand that is not offered when the struggling
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  Speaker 10: strength is gone, For the sturdy heart that will not
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  Speaker 10: make up upper of my need. Friend, I mean some
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  Speaker 10: time to thank THEE from my soul in truth and deed.
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  Speaker 10: Wait some day when I am braver, I will do so.
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  Speaker 10: Say so. Now, Oh be tender, I am tired. I
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  Speaker 10: have forgotten how End a poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 10: the public domain. Him for a Brother's Installation by Elizabeth
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  Speaker 10: Stuart Philps read for Laborfox dot Org by Kathleen. Lord,
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  Speaker 10: are there any stones upon the way that tear thy
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  Speaker 10: bleeding feet? If our weekends can move them from thy path?
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  Speaker 10: Give us that duty. Sweet? Is there o patient and
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  Speaker 10: pathetic face, one thorn upon thy brow that we can
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  Speaker 10: pluck from out thy cruel crown? Or we would do
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  Speaker 10: it now? Is there a deed so difficult for us
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  Speaker 10: that none but thou canst ask? Thine asking be our answering?
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  Speaker 10: Though swift be ours that have ask? Lord? Has thou
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  Speaker 10: left thy hungry in the world for us to find
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  Speaker 10: to feed sharper the hungers of the soul. Give us
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  Speaker 10: nutrition for that need. And hast thou prisoners unvisited whose
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  Speaker 10: woes our care should tell? There is a deeper prison
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  Speaker 10: of the heart. Help us to find that cell. Is
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  Speaker 10: there a mourner, dear to thee whom we have left uncomforted?
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  Speaker 10: Yet still through lonelier loneliness, the heart berief of thee
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  Speaker 10: is led o world of common human cries and calls
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  Speaker 10: of souls and direst need to meet. Ye, Mighty, were
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  Speaker 10: the love that sought to take the Master's speed. Give
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  Speaker 10: us that love, Dear God, who gave to us to
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  Speaker 10: bear his loving name, Give us that sacred speed, to
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  Speaker 10: keep the step that strikes with his the same waves
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  Speaker 10: of one tide. This people be and flow straight shoreward
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  Speaker 10: to thy will, white as a dove upon them. Now
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  Speaker 10: descend Thy spirit, strong and still, Thy blessings on their future,
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  Speaker 10: rest and brood. The brightest lip can tell in home
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  Speaker 10: and heart, in faith and fact o, best of daily mercy.
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  Speaker 10: Dwell with those who summon, trusting it to lead their
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  Speaker 10: feet to walk Christ's way the voice of Him on
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  Speaker 10: whose bowed head I call the grace of God to day.
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  Speaker 10: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 10: Answered by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps read for lebrivox dot Org
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  Speaker 10: by Kathleen. Why did I never sing a song to you? Dearest?
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  Speaker 10: To you again? Behold the questions start to mine own pulses.
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  Speaker 10: Have I ever sung?
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  Speaker 7: Or do I?
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  Speaker 4: Read?
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  Speaker 10: A rhyme? Unto my beating heart? And a poem? This
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  Speaker 10: recording is in the public domain. Westward by Elizabeth Stuart
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  Speaker 10: Phelps read for Lavervox dot Org by Kathleen. My thoughts
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  Speaker 10: like waves creep up, creep on? How patient is the sea?
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  Speaker 10: How shall we climb the tide? And I up to
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  Speaker 10: the hills and thee where waters free as winds to
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  Speaker 10: go where mood or need might be. They could but
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  Speaker 10: find the sky above the canyon as the sea. End
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  Speaker 10: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Three Friends by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps read for leverbox dot
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  Speaker 2: Org by Larry Johnson, City Tennessee. Three Friends, Oh, not
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  Speaker 2: to you, my mentor sweet and stern as only sweetness
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  Speaker 2: can whose grave eyes look out steadfastly across my nature's
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  Speaker 2: plan and take an earring mas measure down where that
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  Speaker 2: plan is failed or foiled, thinking far less of purpose
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  Speaker 2: kept than a vision spoiled, and tender less to what
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  Speaker 2: I am, than sad for what I might have been,
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  Speaker 2: and walking softly before God for my soul's sake. I
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  Speaker 2: ween tea is not to you, my spirit leans, o grave,
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  Speaker 2: true judge, when spent with strife and groping out of
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  Speaker 2: gloom for light and out of death for life. End
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  Speaker 2: of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A
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  Speaker 2: New Friend by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps read for liver box
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  Speaker 2: dot Org by Larry Johnson, City, Tennessee. A New Friend.
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  Speaker 2: The sun is sinking on the sacred lands, wherein the
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  Speaker 2: grain ungarnered, beckoning stands who loses never finds, nor can,
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  Speaker 2: nor may the common human glory of the day clothes.
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  Speaker 2: Let us enter tear blind, as we must, reapers, not
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  Speaker 2: gleaners of a solemn trust and of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 2: is in the public domain. An etching by Elizabeth Stuart
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  Speaker 2: Phelps read for liver Box dot Org by Larry Johnson, City, Tennessee.
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  Speaker 2: An etching a true knight, knowing neither worldly fear, nor
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  Speaker 2: yet reproach of her unworldly faith. Fine eyes shall see,
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  Speaker 2: yet see not on this page a man from whom
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  Speaker 2: a woman's heart of hearts could earn and keep the
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  Speaker 2: sacred name of friend and a poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 2: in the public domain. To my Father by Elizabeth Stuart
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  Speaker 2: Phelps Readfourleiverbox dot Org by Larry Johnson, City, Tennessee. To
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  Speaker 2: my Father, tired with the early follies of the day,
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  Speaker 2: a child crept sobbing to your arms to say her
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  Speaker 2: evening prayer. And if by God or You forgiven and loved,
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  Speaker 2: she never asked or knew, with life's mistake and care
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  Speaker 2: too early old and spent with sorrow upon sorrow, told,
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  Speaker 2: she finds the father's heart, the surest rest, the earliest
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  Speaker 2: love shall be the last and best end of poem.
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  Speaker 2: This recording is in the public domain. The Gates Between
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  Speaker 2: by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps, redfour liverbox dot Org by Larry Johnson, City, Tennessee.
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  Speaker 2: The Gates between pearl white, opague and fixed, fast, flashing
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  Speaker 2: between the hands unclasp blinding, between despairing eyes, the awful
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  Speaker 2: gates shut to at last on comfort, snatched and anguished,
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  Speaker 2: done on every moan beneath the sun, till we and
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  Speaker 2: ours are joy and one. This is your hour, Gates
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  Speaker 2: of God, your solemn hour, bars of gold. But there
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  Speaker 2: shall come another. Yet, like silken sails, you shall be furled,
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  Speaker 2: like melting mist, you shall be set o ye the dearest,
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  Speaker 2: vanished from Love's little inner, sheltered spot to ye, I whisper,
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  Speaker 2: not forgot, but beloved, the deer named not across the barrier,
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  Speaker 2: old as life leaned to us from the silent world.
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  Speaker 2: And a poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: A Prayer vespers by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 6: dot Org by Larry Wilson, Great God, Behold I lie
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  Speaker 6: beneath thine awful eye, as the sea beneath the sky.
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  Speaker 6: My God, what hope abides Thine unknown purpose rides the
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  Speaker 6: torrent of my tides. Dear God, I am not ashore
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  Speaker 6: or hill an ocean. Must take still the colors of
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  Speaker 6: the Heaven's will choose God. Though days be blue or gold,
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  Speaker 6: though sorrows new are cold, though purple joy be there,
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  Speaker 6: or gray of old despair, Give but thyself to me,
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  Speaker 6: and let me be thy sea. Thy storms have had
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  Speaker 6: their way. I pray now, not to pray. End of poem.
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  Speaker 6: This recording is in the public domain. End of Songs
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  Speaker 6: of the Silent World and other poems by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps.