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Poems of James Hebblethwaite - James Hebblethwaite · Timeless Ralph Waldo Emerson Essays

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  Speaker 1: Preface of the Poems of James Hebelthwaite. This is a
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  Speaker 1: Recording by Adrian Stephens, The Poems of James Hebelthwaite preface, Farewell,
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  Speaker 1: my muse, Our days are almost gone, and we have
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  Speaker 1: sung a little of our heart, its passion and its ruth.
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  Speaker 1: Why linger on, why stay? For we must part as
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  Speaker 1: all do part, essential soul, pure, perilous and bright. I
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  Speaker 1: imaged thee and underneath the sky, this roof of azure
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  Speaker 1: blue and sunshine white, built the fair towers that shadowed
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  Speaker 1: from on high. And we have heard the thunder of
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  Speaker 1: the feet of great Apollos horses with desire class unhasting
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  Speaker 1: to their palace seat in the fierce blaze of their
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  Speaker 1: undaunted fire. And while the twilight heavens wear flowering far
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  Speaker 1: with angel glows that love for love to burn, we
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  Speaker 1: sang the flitting swallows on the bar with songs of
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  Speaker 1: hellas for their glad return. And we have known a
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  Speaker 1: mighty chivalry quest down the dreaming woodland for the grail
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  Speaker 1: whose cohort of bright seraphim. They see lighting the patrimonies
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  Speaker 1: of the veil. And we have touched the unessential heart, that,
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  Speaker 1: with sad knowledge of no farewell sigh lingering, a while
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  Speaker 1: reluctant to depart, goes groping dumbly for some place to die.
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  Speaker 1: And an imperial use. Have we essayed to give the
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  Speaker 1: wanderer songs and scents of home, to keep the memory
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  Speaker 1: green when all things fade, To waft his children o'er
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  Speaker 1: the ocean foam, to wake the longing of the native born,
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  Speaker 1: to see the meadows of that far off strand to
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  Speaker 1: tread those ruined isles, gray and forlorn, yet still the
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  Speaker 1: more to love his own dear land. If we have
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  Speaker 1: sung of grief, tis not to daunt, but to enlarge
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  Speaker 1: the heart with pity's tears. If in the past we've
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  Speaker 1: sought each tender haunt, tis but to face the future
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  Speaker 1: without fears. What gain from life through which we darkling rush,
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  Speaker 1: Oh hardly, God, be good, Be glad, be pure, Live
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  Speaker 1: in the might that flows from the soul's hush, Be pitiful, create,
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  Speaker 1: Learn to endure, urge headlong through the billowy, boundless deep,
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  Speaker 1: the stallions of the passions free, unmaimed, but under rule imperious,
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  Speaker 1: and keep their flaming frontlets to Heaven's gate unblamed.
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  Speaker 2: Ah, we have.
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  Speaker 1: Wandered on the silent shore, and tenderly have swung a
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  Speaker 1: passing knell for those dear lovers who will come no
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  Speaker 1: more muse are we of these times? Farewell, farewell end
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  Speaker 1: of preface. Section one. A Cradle Song by James Hebelthwaite
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  Speaker 1: read for LibriVox dot Org by Adrian Stephens. Now rides
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  Speaker 1: the Moon, a silver boat sailing upon a deep blue sky,
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  Speaker 1: while trembling signal stars afloat mark where the ship at
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  Speaker 1: anchor lye O Moon Ahi. The captains here open your
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  Speaker 1: clear and curving side, and on the poop, without a fear,
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  Speaker 1: will row for aye the ocean tide. Ah. No, you
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  Speaker 1: are too strange for me to one for my sweet
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  Speaker 1: tender guest. Our babies voyaging must be in dreams upon
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  Speaker 1: his mother's breast. End of section one. This LibriVox recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. Section two Mushrooms by James
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  Speaker 1: Hebelthwaite read for LibriVox dot Org by Adrian Stephens. The
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  Speaker 1: sun white clouds were still upon the breast of Parlick fell,
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  Speaker 1: shadowing a lonely sunshine land of elmi Field and dell,
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  Speaker 1: with eyes cast down in childhood's wont for wondrous things
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  Speaker 1: and new we saw the mushroom's fairy tops whitening, the
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  Speaker 1: gray sweet dew our wicker nets. We filled with them,
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  Speaker 1: laughing and calling both. But oh we gathered magic too,
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  Speaker 1: culled with that mystic growth. End of section two. This
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Section three The
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  Speaker 1: Children's Minuet by James Hebelthwaite read for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 1: by Adrian Stephens. Ah ah, this is our holiday trip
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  Speaker 1: it with laughter again. Then gracefully bend in a mode
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  Speaker 1: that is olden, and dance to the minuet strain. Slow, slow,
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  Speaker 1: silent and courteous, Stately the minuet goes and sweet, the
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  Speaker 1: refrain to the u youths and the maidens in satin
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  Speaker 1: and powder and rose. See see just for a moment,
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  Speaker 1: the old world is with you again, and now it
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  Speaker 1: has vanished, and we are but children who dance to
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  Speaker 1: the minuet strain end of section three. This LibriVox recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. Section four. Merry Mind by
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  Speaker 1: James Hebelthwaite read for LibriVox dot Org by Adrian Stephens.
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  Speaker 1: Merry Mind, Merry Mind, whither art thou roaming? Merry mind?
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  Speaker 1: Merry mind? Nay art thou sleeping? Yet, Oh to us,
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  Speaker 1: sweet minstrel deer, wilt thou not be homing, or we
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  Speaker 1: shall forget veil of toil, so drear and waste. Hear
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  Speaker 1: him now, a dancing playing on the golden strings. The
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  Speaker 1: midnight Maiden's gift breaks the sunshine on the hills. The
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  Speaker 1: princess falls to dancing in her silken shift. Oh, the
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  Speaker 1: joyfulness and kissing of that fiddle's flowings, giving rest and
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  Speaker 1: happiness and laughter, delicate fling from out this iron world
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  Speaker 1: to his merry bowings, Oh, be not too late. Elves
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  Speaker 1: that live in far blue glades, Gnomes in caverns, daunting
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  Speaker 1: wisps that love the moist green earth, the sylphs of sunshine,
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  Speaker 1: maid rugged sylvans of the dale, come with mystic haunting.
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  Speaker 1: We are not afraid. Down the ways of fairy, from
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  Speaker 1: turrets crazy, from the cobwebbed quarrel pane, the gray of
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  Speaker 1: the old niche float, the fairy Godmother's comely as a
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  Speaker 1: daisy with their gifts. So rich Launcelot, launcelot, ride with
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  Speaker 1: song and gleaming robin wind in greenwood shore, thy yearning,
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  Speaker 1: silvery horn, rapunzel, rapunzel, Let down thy hair, a beaming
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  Speaker 1: yellow as the corn o. Ye swans, Ye, wild white
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  Speaker 1: swans spread each mighty feather bearing in the barky net
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  Speaker 1: the life of one. So dear, urge your lofty pinions
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  Speaker 1: through the stormy weather wing. The isle is near, Imogen, Imogen,
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  Speaker 1: in the forest sleeping, Lift those lids of Heaven's own
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  Speaker 1: tinked of white and azure laced, rise and cast the
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  Speaker 1: flowers aside. What love went to their heaping With thee
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  Speaker 1: we are graced all the dreams beyond beyond of a
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  Speaker 1: slumbering fairy, all immortal visionings caught on the raptured wing,
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  Speaker 1: all the heart of man can love, all his fancies. Airy,
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  Speaker 1: join our joyous ring. Pride begone, thou hateful curse of
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  Speaker 1: narrowed blood and breeding, cruel growth of heaveness and dull
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  Speaker 1: cold ignorance. Come thou golden charity, lend to us thy
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  Speaker 1: leading in our sunny dance. End of section four. This
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  Speaker 2: Section five The Schoolboy by James Hegelthwaite read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 2: dot Org by Paul Harvey. The Schoolboy, on some vacant
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  Speaker 2: summer day, beneath the elm, sees in the rue decay
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  Speaker 2: a prior's ancient stone, a memory high that gives a
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  Speaker 2: noble worth to work and play. What joy when dewdrops
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  Speaker 2: globe the morning sun, to bathe in roam, and when
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  Speaker 2: the day is done, to watch afloat in the pale
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  Speaker 2: crescent light the pirate royals mid the palm trees run.
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  Speaker 2: And when he kneels on Sunday in the choir, while
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  Speaker 2: the dark rays burn into dusky fire through founder's lofty arms,
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  Speaker 2: is there no call to faith and valor from his
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  Speaker 2: ghostly sire. September sunshine yellow as the leaves the home
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  Speaker 2: returns on red November Eves, the queer old lights, haunting
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  Speaker 2: the crumbling stone into the fabric of his dreams. He
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  Speaker 2: weaves and deer in after muse will be the lore
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  Speaker 2: caught from the murmurings of the Latin shore old, boming
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  Speaker 2: of life's melancholy gold, dim quiet grief at peace forevermore
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  Speaker 2: and of section five. This LibriVox recording is an in
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  Speaker 2: the public domain recording by Paul Harvey.
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  Speaker 3: Section six The Land of Heart's Desire by James Helthwaite,
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  Speaker 3: read for LibriVox dot Org by Phil Shamph Oh, far oh,
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  Speaker 3: far away, beyond the hills, over the level line of
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  Speaker 3: fairy sills, the dwellers of the Plain of Pleasure gaze
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  Speaker 3: in sad remembrance of the ancient days. In that old time,
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  Speaker 3: the womb of morning bare, a purer gleam than ours,
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  Speaker 3: a thinner air, and very earth was sown with light
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  Speaker 3: that grew upbreaking into founts of living blue. The old
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  Speaker 3: brown cabins nested on the earth, a quiet folk of
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  Speaker 3: rustic love and mirth. Lily and rose were in the
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  Speaker 3: women blent the heart of song. With all the people
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  Speaker 3: went Primal voices still were heard around from beast and bird,
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  Speaker 3: and in the solemn sound of moving waters and the
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  Speaker 3: gentle breeze gave mystic meanings to the leaves of trees
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  Speaker 3: lit with a shier gold than that of noon. Pure
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  Speaker 3: angel heads leaned to the rising moon. To us, they
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  Speaker 3: are but clouds with kindling fleece. To them, they were
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  Speaker 3: soft harbingers of peace. The seasons flowed with song and laughter,
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  Speaker 3: sweet and lightly passed the hours with flying feet. But
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  Speaker 3: by the winter hearth they gathered all their wan romance
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  Speaker 3: in music's dying fall, and mothers knelt above their children's nest,
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  Speaker 3: or held the loved one to the deep cleft breast
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  Speaker 3: lest the green people of the forest wild should change
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  Speaker 3: the babe for a dark fairy child. Ah, if some
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  Speaker 3: human bud were wrapped away, what watchings by the ford
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  Speaker 3: at noon of day, when leaves were broad and long
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  Speaker 3: in flame and shade and love had power upon the
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  Speaker 3: fairy raid beyond beyond low in the quiet west, in
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  Speaker 3: twilight region lay a land of rest of passioned rest,
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  Speaker 3: untouch'd by passion's stings, beneath calm featured forms with folded wings.
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  Speaker 3: At times a still small voice was heard to call,
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  Speaker 3: naming some one unlasting sleep to fall, So death came.
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  Speaker 3: Then the summoned one arose and passed alone, untroubled by
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  Speaker 3: dim foes. But when some girl in beauty's early flower
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  Speaker 3: heard in the rumor name and so brief hour, and
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  Speaker 3: turn'd to say farewell, her lover's true went all the
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  Speaker 3: way and made death, name them too, they come no more.
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  Speaker 3: They will not come again, those far off days of
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  Speaker 3: old dramatic pain, for faith is dying. Beauteous things are fled.
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  Speaker 3: The heart of man to love and song is dead.
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  Speaker 3: End of section six. This LibriVox recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: Section seven Dear DRIs Lament by James Hebelthwaite, read for
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot Org by Adrian Stephens. Farewell Alba, Farewell O
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  Speaker 1: Eastern Land. No other isle can faarer be than Alba's
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  Speaker 1: Island is to me where noble Nasi kissed and held
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  Speaker 1: my hand as we went walking on the yellow strand.
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  Speaker 1: Farewell O summer Sea. Farewell Alba, thy woodland, Violet delaying
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  Speaker 1: made a royal bed for the repose of a deer head,
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  Speaker 1: sweeter o far than the Altonian nets of webby gossamers
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  Speaker 1: that bring dim frets and dreams of the old dead.
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  Speaker 1: Farewell Alba. The harvest of the glen, the dawning swish
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  Speaker 1: of scythe and hook, the noontide rest within the nook,
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  Speaker 1: the flowing ale and song is butt and Ben and
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  Speaker 1: Nassi calling me from drinking men for love behind the stook.
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  Speaker 1: Farewell Alba, the soft blue dusk of eve, the children
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  Speaker 1: with their golden hair tangled with fur from some dim lair.
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  Speaker 1: Their warm white limbs dispread, while minstrels weave around the fire,
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  Speaker 1: the foray of Queen Mayve, O brooding children there, farewell, Alba,
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  Speaker 1: I weep to leave thee so thy willow's bode, o'er
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  Speaker 1: love's desires, where pale the embers of our fires and
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  Speaker 1: glades are long, and winding waters flow, Oh, whispering winding waters,
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  Speaker 1: how they go beside the shining byers. Farewell, Alba, Farewell
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  Speaker 1: our cloven tower, where the waves sang unto our ear
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  Speaker 1: without a note of wailing fear. And oh, farewell, O
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  Speaker 1: woven reedy bower, where more than moons arose in the
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  Speaker 1: loved hower and stole the silent deer. Farewell, Alba. Not nameless,
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  Speaker 1: shalt thou be, though gruss shall grow our graves above,
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  Speaker 1: thou wilt have murmurs of our love for all his days.
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  Speaker 1: Beside the moaning sea, feelim shall sing our story for
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  Speaker 1: a fee the tears that harpings move. Farewell, Alba. The
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  Speaker 1: suns of us nach call fergus hath waked their love
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  Speaker 1: of home, and now to erin they must roam where
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  Speaker 1: the great doom is waiting, but to fall waiting in uldak,
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  Speaker 1: in King Conan's hall, waiting beyond the foam Farewell Alba Earth,
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  Speaker 1: open wide thy doors. Weep for my beauty, that it
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  Speaker 1: brings sorrow upon the sons of kings, beauty that high
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  Speaker 1: above all ancient laws of Queen's magnifical in wonder sores
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  Speaker 1: and blood red message flings end of section seven. This
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Section eight The
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  Speaker 1: Young Knight's Chant by James Hebbelthwaite, read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 1: Org by Adrian Stephens. Your love would make a shepherd
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  Speaker 1: lad aflame ennobling every drop within his veins, and famousing
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  Speaker 1: for ever his great name, beyond all earthly stains. Oh,
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  Speaker 1: come and let the sunshine flush your cheek. Else sweetly
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  Speaker 1: cold and clear, Cecilia's robe of amber light shall dye
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  Speaker 1: your breast so meek, and sparkles of wet green. The
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  Speaker 1: dew shall globe upon your gown. And I will sing
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  Speaker 1: a faint reluctancy that longst puselage, And for my very saint,
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  Speaker 1: I'll make romance from an empurpled page for winter winds
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  Speaker 1: and rains, vowards of fame and danturs of the world
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  Speaker 1: in flashing steel. Our golden flag unfurled on foamy wet
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  Speaker 1: destreyers through the green glade with lifted ventails, tossing plume
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  Speaker 1: and blade, will ride with you, our queen girl of
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  Speaker 1: braced drum and spears and knighthood lean. I shall not
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  Speaker 1: fear the dungeon, black and strong within the closed wall,
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  Speaker 1: the yearning air that weaves the thin poor grass, if
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  Speaker 1: but my song be fill'd with you, o love, Nor
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  Speaker 1: shall I care for the faint swallow shadows blown along
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  Speaker 1: when I shall dream you there end of section eight.
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  Speaker 4: Section nine The Land of Greece by James Hebelthwaite read
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  Speaker 4: forlibrivox dot Org. By our Mapstone Ah days that too,
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  Speaker 4: immortal joy we gave leisured, unhindered, crowned with a bright
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  Speaker 4: dream Illyrian or by Ilissus wave those hours of childlike
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  Speaker 4: gaze at life's soft beam their friends for fading beauty
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  Speaker 4: midst the gleam of noble marbles, veined with violet against
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  Speaker 4: the sea of azure, while the stream sang of some
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  Speaker 4: thought eluding memory, yet some faint felicity we may not
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  Speaker 4: quite forget. White holy order of that purest air, the
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  Speaker 4: Parthenon arose, and evermore faming the frieze are chivalry, so
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  Speaker 4: fair rode and below in blossomed life. They bore the
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  Speaker 4: robe of Pallas, stained with earth and ore, balming the breeze,
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  Speaker 4: a musking glorious name, high Salamis, and Marathon and more.
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  Speaker 4: And as the priests unto the altar came, the white,
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  Speaker 4: uncorded bulls sank to the th in clear flame, on
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  Speaker 4: wings iberian purple. Let us fly to the gray isle
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  Speaker 4: and winding olive veil, green bowedydallium, whence comes no sigh
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  Speaker 4: or reedy snyders, where the gentle gale flutters the garments
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  Speaker 4: of the maidens pale, who sing the heroes and their
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  Speaker 4: lofty mound. Or we will watch the youth in the
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  Speaker 4: vine dale, all crimson thighed from the rough cistern, bound,
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  Speaker 4: chanting the satire song upon the swardid ground. End of
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  Speaker 4: section nine. This Liveryvox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Section ten or White Foam Born by James Hebblethwaite read
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  Speaker 5: for Lebrivox dot Org by Larry Wilson White bosomed one,
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  Speaker 5: so tall and pure thou memory of the wave, april
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  Speaker 5: of blue and laughing lure, Yet nobly grave, wake us
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  Speaker 5: from sleeping, though, but to weeping, weeping, Oh girl of
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  Speaker 5: regal might, Oh petal pale wonder of wilding grace in
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  Speaker 5: purpler of the hyacinthine dale. Bend thy dear face and
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  Speaker 5: with thy beaming passion our dreaming, Oh longed for dreaming,
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  Speaker 5: or isles or continents that hold afar thee of unnumbered size,
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  Speaker 5: plead that she feel again loves waning star, and yield
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  Speaker 5: us burning lips and dewy eyes that now are paling
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  Speaker 5: and slowly failing, Oh failing. End of section ten. This
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  Speaker 4: Section eleven. Antigony by James Hebelthwaite read forlibrivox dot org
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  Speaker 4: Biolum Mapstone methought. I heard a melancholy sound, a song
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  Speaker 4: divine of pure immortal breath, and loitering near the parthenon,
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  Speaker 4: I found the mourners of Antigony's lone death, wreathed with
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  Speaker 4: wild olive from the sacred grove where flows the crystal
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  Speaker 4: of Castallian Fount, the secret home of God Apollo's love,
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  Speaker 4: went the fresh youth of valley plain and mount. This
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  Speaker 4: flower of virgins made a perfect dirge for her who
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  Speaker 4: sought so timelessly her grave, and strewed white violets from
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  Speaker 4: the legged verge of Hellicon, white as the foamy wave
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  Speaker 4: in that pellucid air. They walked along by marbles graved
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  Speaker 4: in gold and fair with frost of snowy blossoms, and
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  Speaker 4: they sang a song of grief for a great house
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  Speaker 4: gone down and lost. And so they came thus, sorrowing
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  Speaker 4: with tears, to the carved rocky seats, before a stage
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  Speaker 4: whereon Antigony's last faltering fears enacted were from an old
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  Speaker 4: yellow page. She stood a delicate and holy thought, clothed
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  Speaker 4: in her lovely flesh, with gesture sweet unto the olive land,
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  Speaker 4: so finely wrought, and all that once had stirred her
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  Speaker 4: young heart's beat. Her eyes were full of tears, she
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  Speaker 4: did not hear. Her lips that curred for love were
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  Speaker 4: pale and mute. Her soul, regretting all that she held dear,
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  Speaker 4: was whispering farewell to her low lute. Thus, through a
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  Speaker 4: dream reluctantly she made her way to death without reproach
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  Speaker 4: or cry for zeus. This girl, so sweet and unafraid
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  Speaker 4: by other law, had I foredoomed to die. End of
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  Speaker 4: section eleven. This liberyvox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Section twelve Ulysses by James Heppelthwaite read Forlibriyvox dot Org
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  Speaker 4: by Alummapstone. The wise Ulysses climbs the rude old stair,
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  Speaker 4: His wave worn raft sways idly at his feet to
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  Speaker 4: lift the drooping sail. There is no air, and stillness
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  Speaker 4: reigns around save for the beats of the faint ripples
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  Speaker 4: that the Keystones meets with a lip sigh. And on
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  Speaker 4: the amber floor of weed grown rock flit golden shadows, fleets,
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  Speaker 4: and in the light blown mrm evermore Ulysses hears a
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  Speaker 4: moan for happy days of yore. In silent sunshine lies
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  Speaker 4: each winding street with flowers, all garlanded in a rich flow.
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  Speaker 4: There comes no voice from the fair palaced seats. The
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  Speaker 4: dawn's blue air is in a soft, pure glow from
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  Speaker 4: some divinus well springs overflow of tender bliss, and in
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  Speaker 4: the rainbow dew, and on the statue's limbs of carbon snow,
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  Speaker 4: and on the column marble's peachy hue. The glad young
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  Speaker 4: morning light trembles and blooms anew oh, hush, speak not
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  Speaker 4: but lists, the silvery sound of flutes and pipes, the
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  Speaker 4: merry clashing din, the cry of clear, sweet voices floating
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  Speaker 4: round the temple porch. Oh, can it be a sea
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  Speaker 4: to dream? Apollo and his shining kin have left the
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  Speaker 4: glittering mounts. In colored weeds, they slowly loiter past, where
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  Speaker 4: keen and thin, the hot light cleaves the ebbon shade
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  Speaker 4: who leads this train of gentle youth fresh from the
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  Speaker 4: flowery meads. Faint haunting winds of silver and fragrance breathe
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  Speaker 4: the jews of morn about their garments, cling and round
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  Speaker 4: their heads, light flaming flowers they wreathe, scattering the half
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  Speaker 4: oaked buds the children bring and wavering move in a slow,
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  Speaker 4: charming ring to sacred song. Then on again they roam
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  Speaker 4: ulysses of their band and clearly sing in ravished harmony. Ah,
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  Speaker 4: spring's white foam. All leave the house of stone. The
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  Speaker 4: green earth is your home end of section twelve. This
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  Speaker 4: livery box recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: Section thirteen. The Perfumier by James Hablatowit read fourly before
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  Speaker 6: start org by Alsa are fleeing Darius laugh among Debrix.
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  Speaker 6: His cascade of sweet oinnmands, richly dyed with precious pearls
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  Speaker 6: and chloring stones of light, club fire and diamond spark
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  Speaker 6: carbon charai around the warrior king, crowded the Greek's hard features,
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  Speaker 6: shadowed by their polime helms, still grasping shields brightened with
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  Speaker 6: splendid realms, but now disdained by pulat of pedal ricks
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  Speaker 6: of royal Persia. The perfumer had old magic sense from
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  Speaker 6: the domestic East, although fragrance from the heart of a
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  Speaker 6: fain fist perfumes that wake vaint memories, richly said, and
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  Speaker 6: levin or with rolling eyes as a gleam. They showed
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  Speaker 6: him used for the cabinet, for dallases, honor for wariers,
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  Speaker 6: wet with dusky blood, mingle and sweaty stream ah. Other days,
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  Speaker 6: Great Alexander took an open the casket's mouth and softly
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  Speaker 6: sleep within its tabs. Old Hamer's manuscribe, not being too
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  Speaker 6: costly for that previous book. Out of section thirteen. These
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  Speaker 6: libby foxycordings in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Section fourteen. Saint Ptolemay by James Hepplethwaite read for libertyvox
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  Speaker 4: dot org by Allan Mapstone. There was a king called Ptolemay.
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  Speaker 4: His sent across the Violet Sea to Athens, and in
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  Speaker 4: golden days brought home of Eschylus his plays a royal
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  Speaker 4: treasure for the loan he lost for aye without a moan,
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  Speaker 4: and poured before the poem's wine, and gave them honors
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  Speaker 4: half divine. And Athens meditated war upon the kingly thief afar.
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  Speaker 4: But let with time her soreness heel, for he could
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  Speaker 4: fight as well as steel, so loving much he was
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  Speaker 4: forgiven and set within the Bookman's heaven. Now, may there,
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  Speaker 4: ever sinless be such lovers as Saint Ptolemy end of
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  Speaker 4: section fourteen. This liveryvox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Section fifteen. The Forest by James Helthwaite read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 5: dot or by Larry Wilson. Once as I lay asleeping
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  Speaker 5: beneath an ancient oak, there stole to me a maiden
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  Speaker 5: one of the Sylvan folk. Pale sweeter face as a
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  Speaker 5: moonbeam that threw the four slips beneath her hair's twin darkness.
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  Speaker 5: She kissed my dreaming lips into section fifteen. This recording
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  Speaker 5: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Section sixteen perdisa by James Heblthwaite, Redfliveryvox dot org by
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  Speaker 4: Alum Mapstone. The sea coast of Bohemia is pleasant to
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  Speaker 4: the view when singing larks spring from the grass to
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  Speaker 4: fade into the blue, and all the hawthorn hedges break
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  Speaker 4: in wreaths of purist snow, and yellow affodils are out,
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  Speaker 4: and roses half in blow. The sea coast of Bohemia
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  Speaker 4: is sad as sad can be. The Prince has tain
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  Speaker 4: our flower of maids across the violet sea. Our perditor
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  Speaker 4: has gone with him. No more we dance the round
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  Speaker 4: upon the green in joyous play, or wake the tabor's sound.
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  Speaker 4: The sea coast of Bohemia has many wonders seen. The
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  Speaker 4: shepherd lass wed with a king, the shepherd with a queen.
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  Speaker 4: But such a wonder as my love was never seen before.
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  Speaker 4: It is my joy and sorrow now to love her evermore,
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  Speaker 4: the sea coast of Bohemia is haunted by a light,
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  Speaker 4: the memory fair of her sweet eyes, the fame of
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  Speaker 4: her brave knight. The princes seek its charming strand. But ah,
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  Speaker 4: it was our nell when o'er the sea, our predator
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  Speaker 4: went with young Florizelle. The sea coast of Bohemia is
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  Speaker 4: not my resting place. For with her waned from out
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  Speaker 4: the day, a beauty and a grace, Oh, had I
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  Speaker 4: kissed her on the lips, I would no longer weep,
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  Speaker 4: but live by that until the day I fall to
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  Speaker 4: shade and sleep. End of section sixteen. This livery box
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  Speaker 4: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: Section seventeen Violets by James Habiltwaite read for Libyfox dot
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  Speaker 6: Org by Elsa Airy Rouse's red off royal blood yellow
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  Speaker 6: with the memory flight from them, Silken faults and us
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  Speaker 6: cramosiar fellow rasted. Most are plash or scarlets, stripe, levir, praise,
• 34:09
  Speaker 6: heard violin pipe, nancy, sweetened daffodils, cowslips from the meadow
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  Speaker 6: hills for ambrosis with their cool smell, Hyacinths from Asquitel,
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  Speaker 6: pardon if we dreaming, please, Violets and Levi Keys out
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  Speaker 6: of section seventeen dis libby Foxy Carting is in a
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  Speaker 6: public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Section eighteen Shakespeare's Tomb by James Hebblethwaite read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 7: dot Org by Andrew Gotts. Oh call the passioned heart
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  Speaker 7: of the dreaming hand, and we will fashion for his
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  Speaker 7: bones a tomb, letting the marbler times smooth, with a
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  Speaker 7: gentle touch the fretted bloom, and guard it with a
• 34:59
  Speaker 7: band of those who lives so greatly. In his rhyme
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  Speaker 7: Pale Desdemona, pure, Cordelia, sweet Rosalind of tender forest, play
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  Speaker 7: Miranda of the Isle, and Juliet with eyes still dewy,
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  Speaker 7: wet and roughened. There shall kings of hoary balm, proud
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  Speaker 7: peers and prelates spring from massy stone, making withal a
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  Speaker 7: stately chant and moan for him who sleeps above in
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  Speaker 7: centuried Calm end of section eighteen. This LibriVox recording is
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  Speaker 7: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Section nineteen Forest Finds by James Helthwaite read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 3: dot Org by Pheilshamph. I wander round the hearths when
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  Speaker 3: Eve is late of old dunlatters of the forest gate,
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  Speaker 3: and oh my heart swells with a plenitude of some
• 35:59
  Speaker 3: vague sorrow over their far fate. Who would not roam
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  Speaker 3: when leaves are fledged, and take love's elegies from Arden's
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  Speaker 3: forest break, remembering Rosalind gone by and dead, Ah bitter
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  Speaker 3: pang of sweet celestial ache. When in the sunshine fate
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  Speaker 3: the shadows fade and leaves float down before rude winter's raid.
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  Speaker 3: I love to find in an old stoop of stone,
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  Speaker 3: ghostly from ancient showers, worn bud and blade. I walk
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  Speaker 3: at eventide with pilgrim feet to the lone ground, so
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  Speaker 3: melancholy sweet, where love let fall Earth's raiment for the
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  Speaker 3: morn and all the rarer dreams of sorrow meat. End
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  Speaker 3: of section nineteen. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 8: Section twenty Youth Dreams of Sepulchers by James Hebelthwaite, red
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  Speaker 8: Forlippybox Dot Org by M Lee with Booked and Friend.
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  Speaker 8: Let me grow old and draw a quiet breath as
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  Speaker 8: shadows lengthen and the slope runs down to dusky death,
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  Speaker 8: with open eyes for the pure forms haunting the heart
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  Speaker 8: of things, and ears for secret charities afloat on angel wings.
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  Speaker 8: So pass my life in those calm days, eternal thoughts,
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  Speaker 8: my theme persuading earthly joy and grief into a perfect dream.
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  Speaker 8: And in the solitary hills by a lone churchyard gate
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  Speaker 8: and low embattled tower and wall, God's kindly time, I'll
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  Speaker 8: wait there. Sheep would feed about my grave, the sight
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  Speaker 8: flame in the corn, the lark rise, singing to the blue,
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  Speaker 8: the ewit caw forlorn, oh nameless. There would I be
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  Speaker 8: laid in that green, quiet place, not without tears, And
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  Speaker 8: so farewell, mute, unresisting face. End of section twenty. This
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  Speaker 4: Section twenty one Meadowland by James Heppelthwaite read Forliveryvox dot
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  Speaker 4: org by Alan Maapstone. Dreaming upon the day in the
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  Speaker 4: still eve, with half closed eyes, I see thy haunted dales,
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  Speaker 4: thy lanes and dripping streams. And here I leave the cities,
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  Speaker 4: grind for thy wet golden trails, thy clocks of thistle, down,
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  Speaker 4: thy cranned rills, beneath the sunlight on the heather hills,
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  Speaker 4: Within those gray and softly lighted halls, the ribele murmuring
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  Speaker 4: by the low browed door. Now music's morning melancholy falls
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  Speaker 4: and gently peopled is the mirrored floor, and hand in
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  Speaker 4: hand under the flower wreathed lance, they thread with happy hearts,
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  Speaker 4: the stately dance, surely that ford of shame and grieving
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  Speaker 4: sings for Sainted Henry on the forest low wither'd with
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  Speaker 4: raining tears those elfin rings, knowing that sourest pang betrayals
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  Speaker 4: woe poor soul through the dewed land's one sunshine day,
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  Speaker 4: he rode with sorrow to the south away end of
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  Speaker 4: section twenty one. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Section twenty two j H. By James Hevelthwaite read for
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  Speaker 4: LibriVox dot Org bial on mapstone, wistful the olden time
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  Speaker 4: comes back, and off of him, I dream who bore
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  Speaker 4: my name agingore beside that morning beam, famed Harry on
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  Speaker 4: Saint Crispin's day, when the French chivalry went down before
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  Speaker 4: the starved band of bowmen from the sea. He loved
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  Speaker 4: the bellying heart beneath the green and whispering trees, soft
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  Speaker 4: checkerings on ancient sword, the peaceful forest breeze, His lady, slender,
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  Speaker 4: sweet and gay, dreamed in the twilight room of his
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  Speaker 4: return from hound and spear through the eves amber gloom.
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  Speaker 4: They were the gentle visitants of visionary hours. They mingled
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  Speaker 4: with the loves and fears of childhood's happy bowers. His
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  Speaker 4: sword is laid beneath his head, His lady sleeps full fast,
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  Speaker 4: and I salute them o'er the years of all their race,
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  Speaker 4: the last end of section twenty two. This LibriVox recording
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  Speaker 4: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Section twenty three Old Christmas by James Hebethwaite read for
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  Speaker 5: LibriVox dot Org by Larry Wilson Readed and guilt. The
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  Speaker 5: organ looms to a surmounting crown, the candle star, vague
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  Speaker 5: golden glooms within the panel. Brown strange pallors haunt the
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  Speaker 5: crumbling walls from the deep windows snow, the poppies on
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  Speaker 5: the carved stalls in sleepy crimson blow and greener holly
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  Speaker 5: never shone with clustered berries, red than that's so softly
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  Speaker 5: bright upon beauty and Valer's bed. And now the folk
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  Speaker 5: from worship fare and part down the white ways, and
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  Speaker 5: in the darkening winter air ruddy the home light's blaze.
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  Speaker 5: Old cronies draw about the flame, and in the rose
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  Speaker 5: red blooms tell ghostly tales of night and dame, haunting
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  Speaker 5: the dusky rooms. The maids in silken splindor gowned, their
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  Speaker 5: eyes full of love's light, gaze at the gallants bending
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  Speaker 5: round in gold brocade and white o Christmas of the
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  Speaker 5: ancient date. Listening for tones long fled, we hear thy
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  Speaker 5: gossip delicate in memoirs of the dead in this section
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  Speaker 5: twenty three. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Section twenty four The Haunted Priory by James Hebbelthwaite, red
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  Speaker 2: for LibriVox dot Org by Paul Harvey. The music of
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  Speaker 2: the Weights died on the moor in murmuring echoes of
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  Speaker 2: sweet plaintive sound, and with a moan, the wind stole
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  Speaker 2: by my door and passed without along the snowy ground,
• 43:30
  Speaker 2: above each hooded stone that marks the dead. The moonbeams
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  Speaker 2: seemed to whisper, this is best, And deeper slumber touched
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  Speaker 2: the quiet head, and deeper patience calmed the sunken breast
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  Speaker 2: within the Yule light danced upon the yok on the
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  Speaker 2: white mistletoe and the red gleam of hollyberry and upon
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  Speaker 2: the folk in the black frames of old and tarnished beams.
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  Speaker 2: My cheeks sank to the pillow for a space of
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  Speaker 2: happy thinking. But a sign breath awoke me, and I
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  Speaker 2: saw her clear, pure face, dark, sweet as night, as
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  Speaker 2: thoughts of love and death. Ashes of yellow roses filled
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  Speaker 2: her hands. She bowed above them, fading from my sight.
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  Speaker 2: And now I haunt the ways of shadowy lands and
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  Speaker 2: watched the portals of the dreaming night. End of section
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  Speaker 2: twenty four. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain
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  Speaker 2: recording by Paul Harvey.
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  Speaker 9: Section twenty five The Old Scot's Tales by James Helthwaite
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  Speaker 9: read for LibriVox dot Org by Bruce Katchuk. What happiness
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  Speaker 9: beside the low the ripe red, glowing cave, To watch
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  Speaker 9: the turf heaps crumble down, and hear the tempest rave, Oh,
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  Speaker 9: while the shadows dance and creep in the dusk golden light,
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  Speaker 9: close round and tell the Old Scot's tales and deaf
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  Speaker 9: away the night. They are compact of many things, the
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  Speaker 9: murmur of the ford, sweet love and tender fantasy, the
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  Speaker 9: long sigh of the sword I love, their talk of
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  Speaker 9: plow and kind of kisses in the nook, their melancholy,
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  Speaker 9: strange and wild, their reverence for the book end of
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  Speaker 9: section twenty five. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 9: Section twenty six The Happy Life by James Hebelthwaite read
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  Speaker 9: four LibriVox dot org by Brus Kachuk. I sing not
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  Speaker 9: armor in the light burning within the forest night, nor
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  Speaker 9: foray in the sunshine white of april weather, but of
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  Speaker 9: the happy life. I croon, led by a long and
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  Speaker 9: lazy loon, when summer skies are mild and boone amid
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  Speaker 9: the heather. His whatman paper, sable paint he loves as
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  Speaker 9: ever Monkish saint, loved missile gold for the page, quaint
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  Speaker 9: of gospel story, and joyously he tells his beads his
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  Speaker 9: color's names. While golden reeds, whisper and morning dews are
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  Speaker 9: seeds of garnered glory, the soft old red of Venice,
• 47:00
  Speaker 9: the ancient earth of Umbrian veils, the sepia of Adrian gales,
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  Speaker 9: and sunset yellow. That stain of Eden's infant blue lapis
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  Speaker 9: lusuly crimson hue and Indian purple olive two so grave
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  Speaker 9: and mellow. He dreams of beauty day and night of
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  Speaker 9: trees with blossoms winged and light of solitudes, wind pure
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  Speaker 9: and bright and peace unbroken landscapes with cattle, white and
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  Speaker 9: roan lace, work of gray and russet, stone and groinings,
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  Speaker 9: doors set deep and lone with mystic token for him.
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  Speaker 9: The boys dance in the flood, salt green and crimson,
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  Speaker 9: as of blood and water. Lights play on old wood
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  Speaker 9: with idle shimmer, and all his heart with trembling, goes
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  Speaker 9: to wear in phantom gold and rose. Roam of the
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  Speaker 9: antique sleepy woes grows ever dimmer. End of section twenty six.
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  Speaker 9: This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Section twenty
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  Speaker 9: seven A Friendly Place by James Hebelthwaite read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 9: dot Org by Bruce Kachuk. When in my mood, I
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  Speaker 9: seek a cell for charmed meditation, deep, my fancy's wearing
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  Speaker 9: weaves a spell and holy day I keep. My heart's
• 48:57
  Speaker 9: great shrine is of old oak, My panels dark like
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  Speaker 9: ruby wine, my tapestries of hunter folk, my bay of
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  Speaker 9: crystal line. My bureau comes from a girl's bower. Her
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  Speaker 9: perfume lingers faint from far. My tall boy shines like
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  Speaker 9: a fireflower or a vague golden star my viola de
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  Speaker 9: gomba leans upon a lute by Anna Bale, or on
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  Speaker 9: a virginal by Queen's touched in their passion pail end
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  Speaker 9: of section twenty seven. This LibriVox recording is in the
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  Speaker 9: public domain.
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  Speaker 6: Section twenty eight Old parcelain, thy chins, hebeltwit red four libyfox,
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  Speaker 6: dot org thy alsa, airy love in my heart I
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  Speaker 6: find for those who ca a jar of heart and bloom,
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  Speaker 6: the gift of spring to a sweet rose now sleeping
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  Speaker 6: in the tomb. Mute content for daily view. A pot
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  Speaker 6: with a pink peach or mount, a slender vase of
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  Speaker 6: wavy blue with dragons ramping round of sleddown the edge
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  Speaker 6: of song. I do desire a peacock set which yellow
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  Speaker 6: of the tastes of young, the hours I could forget
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  Speaker 6: of blue, and white of calm. One must of course
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  Speaker 6: have perfect pieces. Five or those in whose set colan
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  Speaker 6: does the lizards seem alive? Now hear are choice that
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  Speaker 6: cannot fade. A roof part for a lady bride above
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  Speaker 6: thirteen on a stain of jade, a bicker, tender white
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  Speaker 6: ah wild or china, mids of Air, the acting of
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  Speaker 6: a bert While Hour, the azure of the summer Air,
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  Speaker 6: the Lilac of the flower, and of section twenty eight.
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  Speaker 6: The libby Foxy cardings in a public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Section twenty nine Song by James Hebblethwaite read for Libertyvox
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  Speaker 4: dot Org by Mapstone. They dwelt king in Babylon, Babylon, Babylon,
• 51:27
  Speaker 4: They dwelt king in Babylon, in Babylon, the great and
• 51:34
  Speaker 4: apame that laughing girl, sunny, bright of iron, curl, sweet
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  Speaker 4: with youth. That laughing girl struck him with her hand.
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  Speaker 4: She took his crown from off his head, nod of
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  Speaker 4: which could strike one dead. She took his crown from
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  Speaker 4: off his head and set it on her own. Darry
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  Speaker 4: escaped upon the lamp for laughin tear. She was his glass.
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  Speaker 4: He loved his kingdom. For this last his crown fell
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  Speaker 4: at her feet. End of section twenty nine. The Sliperyvox
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  Speaker 4: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 9: Section thirty Pierot by James Hebelthwaite, read Forlibrivox dot Org
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  Speaker 9: by brus Ka Chuk. Pierot cries below dim in the
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  Speaker 9: vale where the night winds blow with a thin wail wistfully,
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  Speaker 9: he goes sad to depart, folding a pink rose close
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  Speaker 9: to his heart. Now his mandolin throbs in thick side,
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  Speaker 9: for the might have been of paradise, Not the shining
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  Speaker 9: plains in the dawn set, but the sweet disdains of
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  Speaker 9: pirerete gone, the lightsome hair where more is meant. Thin
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  Speaker 9: is the face, with care faded, the scent lone, his
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  Speaker 9: pilgrim fate, passioning, vain, haunting, delicate, with languid pain. She
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  Speaker 9: lies in her grave, And while he kneels from the
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  Speaker 9: winsome knave, the tear drop steals roses red as wine
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  Speaker 9: seek for their nest, the sweet dividing line of her
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  Speaker 9: young breast, end of secon. This LibriVox recording is in
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  Speaker 9: the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Section thirty one the Library by James heblswaite read for
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  Speaker 3: LibriVox dot Org by Phil shamf. Bring from the old treasuries,
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  Speaker 3: the diamond globe of royal kings, or from the plashy shore,
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  Speaker 3: dim crusted ingots, or the Tyrian robe and purpled alchemy
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  Speaker 3: that evermore is bombed with sovereign dreams. Yet for the
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  Speaker 3: lore closed in this mellow space, they may not be
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  Speaker 3: a ransom. Yea, though the flaming foray bore from fatherlands
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  Speaker 3: of peace, immortal fee and dragon guarded gold, from oozings
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  Speaker 3: of the sea. Here pumas smooth reclines, the role embossed
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  Speaker 3: that sings of Helen from the battled wall, gazing on
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  Speaker 3: the Greek hill, and spears uptossed, and of Achilles mourning
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  Speaker 3: the red fall from the mort whiteness of the virgin tall,
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  Speaker 3: and of the pale dark girl, so pure and sweet
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  Speaker 3: in Scheria amid the festival, wandering, or where the sea
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  Speaker 3: and river meet, weeping with bosom tears, the shame of
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  Speaker 3: her heart's beat. YEA, loiter here to see the passioning
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  Speaker 3: of Earth's great souls pontiffical, a dream of human valor,
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  Speaker 3: soaring on love's wing, and faint with mystic incense, odored beam.
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  Speaker 3: Pause in the thick of monumental gleam, full of the
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  Speaker 3: last said sweetness of dim woe, And in the stillness,
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  Speaker 3: watch the souls that stream from isle and chapel helm
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  Speaker 3: and bannered row. With thoughts no clothing words can to
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  Speaker 3: another show. Lo hear the hours of a young girl
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  Speaker 3: of France close class DepEd in wormy oaken boards that
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  Speaker 3: knew the silver flash of Pheromond's light lance, the Shepherd's
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  Speaker 3: calendar as clear as new, original, immaculate to view, and
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  Speaker 3: poem's lyric pastor ral and green, bringing again the scent
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  Speaker 3: to vernal doo, trodden by those who shall no more
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  Speaker 3: be seen. The shepherd lovers true of a fair rustic queen,
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  Speaker 3: and here be leisures delicate and brown, breathing from ancient
• 56:32
  Speaker 3: prince a soothing sleep and idling with the uncared face
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  Speaker 3: and town in placid sunshine, softly, calm and deep, and
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  Speaker 3: there by the old flambeaux horn o peep at blushing beauty,
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  Speaker 3: lighting from her chair, and loveless bending with a heart
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  Speaker 3: at leap, white parawig above the perfumed hair, ready for
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  Speaker 3: that pure rose. All rival soreds to dare ah heaven.
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  Speaker 3: The folio's clad and orient blue madonna blue, and those
• 57:08
  Speaker 3: in sunset red of an imperial saint, or the dark
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  Speaker 3: hue from the dream fading sheen of a cope shed
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  Speaker 3: have fair large prefaces by men long dead, telling of
• 57:21
  Speaker 3: loiterings and of slow delay, and hear from joy. Those
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  Speaker 3: nameless ones are fled and from their leaves rise odors
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  Speaker 3: of decay, faint precious mustiness as sweet as early may.
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  Speaker 3: So in this hollow nest of fashioned age, moren music
• 57:41
  Speaker 3: breaks upon the slumbering dust. Soft is the light, as
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  Speaker 3: from a vellum page, made rich and beautiful with time's
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  Speaker 3: worn rust. And here I read of faith that keeps
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  Speaker 3: life's trust, endures its manage, yet can follow dream confront
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  Speaker 3: unting with heroic will, fates must lifting all nature to
• 58:04
  Speaker 3: the light and gleam that shone on Galilee and Golgatha's
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  Speaker 3: wan stream end of section thirty one. This LibriVox recording
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  Speaker 5: Section thirty two to Francis Thompson by James Habelthoite read
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  Speaker 5: for LibriVox dot Org by Lari Wilson. In mine own town,
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  Speaker 5: thou comest to thy birth, immortal, Francis, and beyond the
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  Speaker 5: sea and exile from that corner of dear earth. I
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  Speaker 5: give thy memory all the poet's fee, lament o pure
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  Speaker 5: and deep, a sacred aftermath of sighs and tears for
• 58:52
  Speaker 5: sorrow's spell and sleep, the unavailing size for early beers,
• 58:57
  Speaker 5: the rebel murmuring of romantic dreams, of proud old names,
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  Speaker 5: gone from the use of day with tranquil laps and
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  Speaker 5: shallow pebbly streams, flows by the avenham of a child's
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  Speaker 5: hid play, and was for fading on in wonder of
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  Speaker 5: the heart's first wilding beat, thy perfect helicon and fountained
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  Speaker 5: source of memories, a shy and sweet ah preston, and
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  Speaker 5: the lingering afterlook proud preston of a vague antiquity where
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  Speaker 5: old time relics tarried in each nook, a brood with evanescence,
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  Speaker 5: where each tree was loved with passioning. Be prouder now
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  Speaker 5: of this great son of Thine, who, with Heaven's choir
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  Speaker 5: doth sing, and in the Kingdom drinketh Christ's new wine.
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  Speaker 5: He knew the fainter pad of meadow old, the watered
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  Speaker 5: hedgerows dim with wonderment and tumbled in the daisies, or
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  Speaker 5: the gold of wavering buttercups and smiling bent above the
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  Speaker 5: primrose bank, the rarer cowslip of the open field. Nay
• 1:00:02
  Speaker 5: loved the tangle rank of docks and nettles which quaint
• 1:00:06
  Speaker 5: corners yield, the sunny graveyard ridged with grassy mounds of age,
• 1:00:11
  Speaker 5: Pinwortham's green woodland cell. He wandered in and climbed its
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  Speaker 5: bricky bounds, and drank the water clear of Mary's well.
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  Speaker 5: And at the evening chimes sounding across the river, in
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  Speaker 5: the air of twilight's saddest time, he shook before a
• 1:00:28
  Speaker 5: vision radiant fair as pilgrims after prayer at holy shrines,
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  Speaker 5: repose and dreams. Beneath the scented red of blowing roses
• 1:00:38
  Speaker 5: and the slanting lines of drifting blossom. He now makes
• 1:00:41
  Speaker 5: his bed in paradioceeal light, within the murmur of the
• 1:00:45
  Speaker 5: waves that flow from the great throned white, cooning the
• 1:00:49
  Speaker 5: songs the wavelets whisper low. The Christ who bore the
• 1:00:53
  Speaker 5: sins of all the world and all its sorrows on
• 1:00:56
  Speaker 5: the bitter tree, impurpling it with his great flag unfurled,
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  Speaker 5: was thine O Francis for thy heart and knee. And
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  Speaker 5: when the Lord shall fare and summon earth from the
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  Speaker 5: rapt cherub blaze, thy potent will be there, crowned with
• 1:01:11
  Speaker 5: the exults of the port's bays, up like a golden flame,
• 1:01:16
  Speaker 5: upon thy way to feudatories of great dreaming lands, wherein
• 1:01:21
  Speaker 5: the leisure of unending day shall eager faces of the
• 1:01:24
  Speaker 5: angel bands, with hair blown in the wind, peer o'er
• 1:01:29
  Speaker 5: the pageantry of victoried delight, with passion unconfined at thoughts
• 1:01:34
  Speaker 5: the seraphim might burning right, How shall we build thy
• 1:01:38
  Speaker 5: sepulcher's dim realm, cornered with mighty angels in strict guard,
• 1:01:44
  Speaker 5: brooding beneath the gloom of crowned helm, armored and sordid
• 1:01:48
  Speaker 5: for the imperial bard, darkened magnificence. Ah No, not to these,
• 1:01:55
  Speaker 5: but flowers, flame winged and bright, shall deck thy passing hens,
• 1:01:59
  Speaker 5: babe buds to follow thee with infant light. O that
• 1:02:03
  Speaker 5: great chase of God upon the soul, through majesties of mourning,
• 1:02:08
  Speaker 5: cloud and flame, wherein abysmal dark things formuless roll, And
• 1:02:13
  Speaker 5: O that gentle calling of the name, the swift, insistent feet,
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  Speaker 5: the tender violence of ardent love, the offering sad and sweet,
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  Speaker 5: and the calm rapture to the heights above, the holy
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  Speaker 5: perfume of Love's passing wing, the splendor of his glowing
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  Speaker 5: unseen eyes. Thou hast divined, and many hearts shall sing
• 1:02:35
  Speaker 5: in the pure consolation of thy size. And now farewell,
• 1:02:41
  Speaker 5: farewell the funeral pyre of days yearns for thy breath
• 1:02:45
  Speaker 5: to chant her golden nail, But thou art gone beyond
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  Speaker 5: the touch of death. End of section thirty two. This
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  Speaker 2: Section thirty three The Cathedral by James Hebelthwaite, read for
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  Speaker 2: LibriVox dot Org by Paul Harvey. The summer noon curves
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  Speaker 2: for a little space into a statued porch, profound with gloom,
• 1:03:19
  Speaker 2: like a gray cavern in a mountain face, and leaving
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  Speaker 2: all the sunshine and the bloom adown the aisle I
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  Speaker 2: pass receding doors withdrawn recluse on overwritten floors. The forest
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  Speaker 2: echoes in the branched night to my slow footfalls in
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  Speaker 2: the casement high gleam, angel robes green gold as chrysolite,
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  Speaker 2: or red as sand, the pop of those who lie
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  Speaker 2: and destude, no longer passionate, but reconciled to sleep, and
• 1:03:53
  Speaker 2: during fate from niched place, the prelates of the soul
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  Speaker 2: lean in the leisured smoke of tendred eve with morning gesture.
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  Speaker 2: Gentle echoes roll from the far closing gate, and shadows
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  Speaker 2: leave the lofty apse and dim each trifoiled sign veiling
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  Speaker 2: the eucharistic corn and vine end of section thirty three.
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  Speaker 2: This LibriVox recording is in the public domain recording by
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  Speaker 2: Paul Harvey.
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  Speaker 4: Section thirty four Elia by James Hepelthwaite read forliveryvox dot
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  Speaker 4: org vi alum mapstone on Crusoe Island. Were I cast forlorn,
• 1:04:46
  Speaker 4: so I had Elia, I should never be uncomforted. But
• 1:04:51
  Speaker 4: from the summer morn to golden eve, fronting the chaining sea,
• 1:04:57
  Speaker 4: lapsed in his fair enchantments. I should prove that neither
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  Speaker 4: grief nor time could steal my love. As he went bedward,
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  Speaker 4: I would burn with him before the cobweb splendor of
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  Speaker 4: those arms and word triumphant range at will, the dim
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  Speaker 4: deserted rooms haunting their pensive charm, or in the cheerful
• 1:05:21
  Speaker 4: days of wasp loved heat read Cowley in the lowly
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  Speaker 4: window seat. Mine too would be those reverend college walks,
• 1:05:32
  Speaker 4: the trees of Christ's, the maudling grove so green, the
• 1:05:36
  Speaker 4: founder's dusky tomb, the silent talks with shadows of the past,
• 1:05:42
  Speaker 4: the might have been of lost humanities, and scented books
• 1:05:47
  Speaker 4: from long ago in soothing cloisterral nooks. If thus his
• 1:05:52
  Speaker 4: page could sweeten desert isle and mournful fate. What magic
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  Speaker 4: might it lend to pleasant Heartfordshire? By lane and style,
• 1:06:02
  Speaker 4: we traced the memorized way to Mackery End and home,
• 1:06:07
  Speaker 4: returning reached the temple, bound, calmed by the ancient fountains,
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  Speaker 4: evening sound, dream malices. He gives to lonely breasts, youthful romances,
• 1:06:20
  Speaker 4: exquisite wild thrill, and childless men amid their dark unrests
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  Speaker 4: weeping withinward tears the ends so chill, untended by fond hands.
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  Speaker 4: Have fathers grown and loved his dream born children as
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  Speaker 4: their own deer are his vanities of cozy room and
• 1:06:42
  Speaker 4: charm of fireside talks by candle lights, of by gone playbills.
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  Speaker 4: As in Golden Gloom, we closer sit fearing the swifter
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  Speaker 4: flight of time, who will not let us live for long.
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  Speaker 4: With p quet played for love tones and song elia,
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  Speaker 4: a happy, happy fate is Thine beloved for a in
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  Speaker 4: thee thy lovers see Thine angel child, half human, half divine,
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  Speaker 4: with sad sweet quips of tenderest irony, gently beguiling those
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  Speaker 4: whose cheeks are wet with hopeless tears of passionate regret,
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  Speaker 4: end of section thirty four. This LibriVox recording is in
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  Speaker 4: the public domain.
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  Speaker 9: Section thirty five. Voyage by James Hebelthwaite read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 9: dot Org by Bruce Kachuk, A genter clyme more death,
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  Speaker 9: the calm physician seth and so to thinking. Shall I,
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  Speaker 9: with yearning seek those lovely fields of beauteous art Italia yields,
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  Speaker 9: or neath the lion flag my future, linking with the
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  Speaker 9: dim past, live out my shortened days. Deer are those
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  Speaker 9: pale gold discs with faces dark. The song wild as
• 1:08:23
  Speaker 9: the thrilling of the lark. But blood is dearer far
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  Speaker 9: than time's fair loss. So to the Southern Cross, I
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  Speaker 9: am huled down in glory all ablaze, end of section
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  Speaker 9: thirty five. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 9: Section thirty six. A Dream Return by James Hebbelthwaite read
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  Speaker 9: for LibriVox dot Org by Bruskachuck By Winding Meadow Paths
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  Speaker 9: by Rustic Styles, Sweet with Love's whisper, Down the sunny
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  Speaker 9: lane where Gill lends murmurs neath a scented rain of
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  Speaker 9: soft green light, I run the well known miles to
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  Speaker 9: be at home again. The roof is very peaceful, guarded
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  Speaker 9: low with old brown thatch and walls of hawthorn, white
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  Speaker 9: mellowed and stained by sleepy times. Delight for here the
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  Speaker 9: moments linger pensive, slow and gently falls the night. And
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  Speaker 9: there are faces long ago made dust that lift to mine,
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  Speaker 9: and arms that clinger round my humbled neck, and voices
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  Speaker 9: softly sound, as hand in hand with looks of loving trust.
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  Speaker 9: We roam that haunted ground, the thatchy nest, the sheets
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  Speaker 9: from the shorn hedge, well lavendered in the oak kissed,
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  Speaker 9: give sleep. Save when the ancient clock melodious deep chimes
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  Speaker 9: in the dawn, and from the lattice ledge answers each
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  Speaker 9: feathered heap, These rustlers in the ivy cheap and sing
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  Speaker 9: and wake me to the vacant golden light and thin
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  Speaker 9: pure air. And in the dews of night, I wash
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  Speaker 9: all aches away, And from the spring bear water sunny bright,
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  Speaker 9: the Palmer's wholly fountain, the merry well, the ancient masks
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  Speaker 9: clear fall the Nymphy stream. These are not dearer to
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  Speaker 9: the memoried dream than this poor hedge side flow, in
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  Speaker 9: the fern death, light and sunken beam. I run to
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  Speaker 9: all the hoary orchard bourne, the fallen beach added to
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  Speaker 9: a bridge, the brook, the shallow silver plash, the deep
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  Speaker 9: brown nook ambered with pebbles, very thin and worn, so
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  Speaker 9: cool for rod and book. The doves are cooing on
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  Speaker 9: the barn's gray roof, a peaceful sound for sitters in
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  Speaker 9: the sun of afternoons, when half the work is done,
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  Speaker 9: and bear and blue old Parleck holds aloof and curlews,
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  Speaker 9: cry and run end off Section thirty six. This LibriVox
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  Speaker 7: Section thirty seven. Wanderers by James Hebbelthwaite read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 7: dot Org by Andrew Gaunts. As I rose in the
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  Speaker 7: early dawn, the stars were fading white, and on the
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  Speaker 7: slope of a green hill, I saw a camp fire bright,
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  Speaker 7: the tent behind the blaze before three loggers in a
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  Speaker 7: row sang all together joyously, pull up the stakes and go.
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  Speaker 7: As I rode on by eagle hawk. The wide blue
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  Speaker 7: deep of air, the wind among the glittering leaves, the
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  Speaker 7: flowers so sweet and fair, the thunder of the rude
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  Speaker 7: salt waves, the creek's soft overflow, all joined in chorus
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  Speaker 7: with the words pull up the stakes and go now
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  Speaker 7: by the white of forest tent, the odor of the earth,
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  Speaker 7: the sight and scent of morning smoke, the evening camp
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  Speaker 7: fire's mirth, the deep sea call and foaming green, the
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  Speaker 7: new stars gleam and glow on the long trails of
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  Speaker 7: antique lands. Up the stakes and go. The world is
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  Speaker 7: wide and we are young. The sounding march is beat,
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  Speaker 7: and passion pipes her sweetest cull from each dim lane
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  Speaker 7: and street, So rouse the chorus, brothers, all will something
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  Speaker 7: have to show when death comes round and strikes our tent?
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  Speaker 7: Pull up the stakes and go. End of section thirty seven.
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  Speaker 10: Section thirty eight The Ribble by James Hebblethwaite read for
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  Speaker 10: LibriVox dot Org by Anya woojue Era. The Ribble Roman
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  Speaker 10: belisama what hunter's soul touched with the quiet eve beside
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  Speaker 10: the role the ripple of thy stream. The ribbel named
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  Speaker 10: in the far time, what warriors tierce and famed, fought
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  Speaker 10: to and fro upon thy pebbly bed, dying with valiant blood,
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  Speaker 10: thy waters red, and leaving their hid treasure for the hind.
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  Speaker 10: In after age, with wandering eyes to find gloating upon
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  Speaker 10: the hoarde. What lover's true have trysted in thy glens,
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  Speaker 10: when skies were blue and April young in flower. I
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  Speaker 10: have had moods during my wanderings in thy solitudes, when
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  Speaker 10: I have seemed to hear the whispering tones of those
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  Speaker 10: who haunt thy valley, low sad moans for ending our doors,
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  Speaker 10: passionate and wild, for peerless beauty, beauty undefiled. So tired
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  Speaker 10: I fain would I fall asleep upon thy sunshine bank,
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  Speaker 10: carrying the deep blue peace of thy birth hills into
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  Speaker 10: my breast rare, with a sense of more than mortal rest,
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  Speaker 10: Loving the symbols of that world. So bleak, the light austere,
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  Speaker 10: the lone hearts circling reek, the bleat of sheep, the
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  Speaker 10: pea with shadowing wing, thy tinkling flow, and murmur through
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  Speaker 10: the ling and by the wool tag gaps amid the thorns,
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  Speaker 10: the thrilling of the larks on sabbath morns, and all
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  Speaker 10: the sunny silence. Here, gray stones carved with the Percy's arms,
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  Speaker 10: with piteous moans or prayer, are built into the rough
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  Speaker 10: hewn walls. There thy pure crystal brown, with waterfalls and
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  Speaker 10: aisles is beautiful. This limestone sheer takes the warm evening
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  Speaker 10: glow air it grows, sare in tenderness. And may I
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  Speaker 10: brood and pour on peel and keep and abbey gray
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  Speaker 10: and war, on coin and altar, lancet, archivolt and spent
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  Speaker 10: ampule from the green leaved holt, and on much human sorrow.
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  Speaker 10: Pensive now by time's soft laps beneath the fledged bow
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  Speaker 10: following thy course, My longing eyes are wet, are dim
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  Speaker 10: with an intolerable regret. Ah, when my death comes, I
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  Speaker 10: shall be resigned, but still unsatisfied if the south wind
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  Speaker 10: shall not have blown upon me by thy stream once
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  Speaker 10: more about once blown from the hills of dream end
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  Speaker 10: of section thirty eight. This LibriVox recording is in the
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  Speaker 10: public domain. Section thirty nine A letter from Tasmania by
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  Speaker 10: James Hebboldwaite, read for LibriVox dot Org by Anya Wideweira.
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  Speaker 10: A letter from Tasmania, Georgetown, Oh, Sister Dear, a snow
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  Speaker 10: white madpie flew this morn from the dude grass to
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  Speaker 10: a pair beau and at the godly omens swift to you.
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  Speaker 10: My thoughts took wing, and they are with you now.
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  Speaker 11: What make we.
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  Speaker 10: Hear beside the sounding maine and melancholy of a truth.
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  Speaker 10: I pass my life in Georgian stillness, and am fane
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  Speaker 10: sweet to recall when we were loud and last. I
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  Speaker 10: think of odd strange things. Has Lund Street Yet it's
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  Speaker 10: sign of grasshoppers significant to childish eyes of terror? Is
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  Speaker 10: there set still an old friargate, the elephant that court
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  Speaker 10: so grimy in the silent light of Sunday morn, through
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  Speaker 10: which we love to stray to Trinity? Do children clad
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  Speaker 10: in white still thread its dimness meeting Quaker gray? Ah,
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  Speaker 10: I can touch you with a pleasing pain. God knows
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  Speaker 10: with simple things. The winter glow of log and waxen
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  Speaker 10: lights the ruddy stain of Christmas Eve upon the crunching snow.
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  Speaker 10: Does the canal still slumber foul and dark beneath the
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  Speaker 10: arched foundations, and the way of the old trams still
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  Speaker 10: one to the park? The chains clank in my heart
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  Speaker 10: is all decay, Ah, As one dying on a foreign
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  Speaker 10: strands sees through the open door his friends depart sloped
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  Speaker 10: on the wave enurins for that dear land he shall
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  Speaker 10: not see again. So long's my heart. End of section
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  Speaker 12: Section forty The Channel by James Hebbethwade red for LibriVox
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  Speaker 12: dot org by Caleb Stagayama. A tender, brightening flame shines
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  Speaker 12: in the eastern woods, and or the veil. A star
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  Speaker 12: forgotten by the night is pale and pure and gracious
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  Speaker 12: are the dew's gray tears waiting. The solace of the
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  Speaker 12: morning spears and color without name. Surely in time and space,
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  Speaker 12: the azure of eternity hath peeped, for the great blue
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  Speaker 12: of air in heaven is steeped. The clouds are whiter
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  Speaker 12: than the heart can white. This inner sea is God's
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  Speaker 12: own thought of light. All show the eternal base. End
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  Speaker 12: Recording by Caelebstagayama, Detroit, Michigan.
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  Speaker 7: Section forty one Love by James Hebbelthwaite read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 7: dot Org by Andrew Gaunt's love falters like a blushing child,
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  Speaker 7: and timidly with downcast eyes and wonder at his bosom.
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  Speaker 7: Pain offers his lips with sighs. Love is a dreamer
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  Speaker 7: of the rose now waking from his dream to weep,
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  Speaker 7: now hiding in a world of bliss beyond the gates
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  Speaker 7: of sleep. Love is a mighty man of war with
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  Speaker 7: lifted shield and thundering voice, who seizes with a reddened
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  Speaker 7: hand the maiden of his choice. Love is a mourner,
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  Speaker 7: wounded sore. Freely, he pours his heart's last flood and
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  Speaker 7: wears beneath the waning light the crimson of his blood.
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  Speaker 7: End of section forty one. This LibriVox recording is in
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  Speaker 3: Section forty two Night by James Havelthwaite read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 3: dot Org by felshamph Pale thronging goes of old, with
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  Speaker 3: lingering look and weeping of farewell, haunt memory's dews, and
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  Speaker 3: softly steal apart to some forgotten fastness of the heart,
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  Speaker 3: waiting for those their sweetness to unfold, borne under sorrow's spell.
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  Speaker 3: This is not dumb desire, nor is it sorrow, but
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  Speaker 3: a longing vast, a sleepless yearning for a perished face,
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  Speaker 3: regret unfathomed for her pure sweet grace, for perfect dreams
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  Speaker 3: enfolded in the past, rising with nights spilt fire. The
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  Speaker 3: pageants of the moon golden and red with autumn trouble me.
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  Speaker 3: I have a thought that once O long ago, unpeered,
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  Speaker 3: I held thy name in battle's flow, and cries the
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  Speaker 3: rapture of that time, with THEE for meeting soon, Oh soon.
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  Speaker 3: End of section forty two. This LibriVox recording is in
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  Speaker 10: Section forty three. To Lucy Bye, James he Bothwait read
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  Speaker 10: for LibriVox dot Org by Anya Wijuweira to Lucy, I
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  Speaker 10: want you, sweet, you, only you so swells my heart's
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  Speaker 10: great cry for you do compass in yourself all that
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  Speaker 10: for which I sigh, Oh martyrdom of love divine for me,
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  Speaker 10: there is no rest where you are, not my love,
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  Speaker 10: my joy, My soul longs for your breast. Give me
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  Speaker 10: today for after hours of reverie and song, a heart
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  Speaker 10: of glory in the gloom, when days are sad and long.
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  Speaker 10: But oh, my Love, give your sweet self my treasure
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  Speaker 10: A to B, and there will be no day of
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  Speaker 10: gloom throughout eternity. End of section forty three. This LibriVox
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  Speaker 1: Section forty four. Wedded by James Hebbelthwaite read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 1: dot Org by Adrian Stephens. Aireys of lofty gums with
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  Speaker 1: rustling rinds, and nobles sweep these lovers o'erspread in the
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  Speaker 1: green halcyon wild whose gentle winds sing a placebo for
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  Speaker 1: the quiet dead. But they ride on with hope, no
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  Speaker 1: more to part. Hearing a song whose clothes leaves vacant heart,
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  Speaker 1: they lean together, laughing yet again, as with a snort,
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  Speaker 1: their horses toss aside, parting love's kissing lips without sweet gain.
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  Speaker 1: And then they come unto a valley wide and in
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  Speaker 1: an ooze of watchet air. Seen near the spray surroil
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  Speaker 1: of the trembling deer are that rich vagamund, whose sounding
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  Speaker 1: tomb where this wild land, with loving soul to burn,
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  Speaker 1: is body left to store his ash with bloom, no
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  Speaker 1: nuts of crystal in a humble urn. So with youth's
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  Speaker 1: care for gentle death, they play nor fear the shadows
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  Speaker 1: of that mortal day. And now, with fire and horses tended,
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  Speaker 1: he lies by her own command in peace most fair,
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  Speaker 1: and smokes his calumet of joy, while she moves beautiful
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  Speaker 1: enshrined in the eve air, and in her heart there
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  Speaker 1: sings clear, delicate the song of songs, for she is
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  Speaker 1: Love's true mate. Now like a golden orb lost in
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  Speaker 1: the trees, the sun declines to dusk, and ruby flame
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  Speaker 1: burns on the stems, and with a whimper breeze up
• 1:24:51
  Speaker 1: comes a spumy light that has no name, and hunting
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  Speaker 1: echoes rise from the far bounds, a maritude of exile
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  Speaker 1: in the sounds. Stand they in song like that which
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  Speaker 1: Eden sang, with the strange newness of their union, dumb its,
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  Speaker 1: awe and mystery, each with a pang for the fleet
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  Speaker 1: maiden moments that will come, in all their passionate wonder
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  Speaker 1: never more. Then close they on themselves the forest door
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  Speaker 1: end of section forty four. This LibriVox recording is in
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  Speaker 10: Section forty five Franklin Square by James Hebolthwaite read for
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  Speaker 10: LibriVox dot Org by Anya Woodewira Franklin Square. Once upon
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  Speaker 10: a time I stood the spring within me, mounting, transfigured
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  Speaker 10: in that radiance, the golden moments counting when down the
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  Speaker 10: path came my dear wife, her cheeks like bramble roses,
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  Speaker 10: her clear blue eyes, The sweetness held where love for
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  Speaker 10: a reposes, Spring's living light irrelevant smiled on our happy meeting,
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  Speaker 10: Floating from the vague elmy green, touching with dream or greeting,
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  Speaker 10: and straight we went to fairyland, all earthly cares forgetting,
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  Speaker 10: with sally as of fountain flood in the pale light, upjetting,
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  Speaker 10: we went where death is never known, where life is
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  Speaker 10: one sweet maying, where dreams come true when happy sheaves
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  Speaker 10: and elfin flutes are playing. And from that green and
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  Speaker 10: fragrant land we wrapped for languid faring, a glean to
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  Speaker 10: lie upon our days, when burdens we are bearing. End
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  Speaker 4: Sanction forty six. Vergil in the Bush by James Hepulthwaite
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  Speaker 4: read forlibrivox dot Org by Alum Mapstone. Now comes the
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  Speaker 4: very sweetest of the night, the poet's noon, And by
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  Speaker 4: the golden core of my oak log I savor time's
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  Speaker 4: soft flight, and steep my soul in fragrant that in
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  Speaker 4: lore I am for Virgil lo the collage lawn by
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  Speaker 4: Thames his side, and the thick scented shade there, with
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  Speaker 4: the treasur'd volume and the dawn, I roam the trojan
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  Speaker 4: shore with a dear maid. The wind, fresh blowing, draws
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  Speaker 4: me to the deep, from home and pleasant thresholds. Far
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  Speaker 4: I go and learn the long farewell of those who weep,
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  Speaker 4: the casting of the earth, the pyre's last glow for her,
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  Speaker 4: the fragile hemlock pipe I play, wreathed with dark violets,
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  Speaker 4: or sing of streams and hallowed fountains, and the idle
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  Speaker 4: day that fades at length to stars and happy dreams.
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  Speaker 4: With tiny waving masks. I hang the pine to ceres grate,
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  Speaker 4: where sweet the milky corn swells on the greener stem,
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  Speaker 4: and carve the vine on beeching cups and hyacinths forlorn
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  Speaker 4: O graven, sweet of antique grief, the flower those words
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  Speaker 4: of purest sorrow. Tears are shed for sad misfortune, mortal
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  Speaker 4: woes have power to touch the heart. Give lilies for
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  Speaker 4: the dead. Our isily is still upon the rim of
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  Speaker 4: all the world, Though here a fuller gleam and interwoven azure,
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  Speaker 4: faint and dim and blushing rose, hint of Livinian dream.
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  Speaker 4: Ah love the melancholy water's lave, the silent shore. But
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  Speaker 4: ere we stoop to drink of that indifference. We call
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  Speaker 4: thefe's wave of Virgil's perfect line, will smiling think end
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  Speaker 4: of section forty six. This LibriVox recording is in the
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  Speaker 4: public domain. Section forty seven A sabine Farm by James
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  Speaker 4: Hebelthwaite read Forlibrivox dot Org by Alummapstone Horace. The flying
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  Speaker 4: years glide by, and still we drain with thee and
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  Speaker 4: for eye of old massic wine. Beneath the myrtle tree,
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  Speaker 4: and by the source of sacred stream we hold pale
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  Speaker 4: death in fee, with chloe of the laughing lips and
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  Speaker 4: rustic fiddili.
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  Speaker 3: Of late.
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  Speaker 4: I kept a farm for love of all thy tranquil days,
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  Speaker 4: a sunny corner of the earth, beyond my fondest praise.
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  Speaker 4: I wreathe green myrtles round my brow, and read thy
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  Speaker 4: ordered lines on yellow leaves as ivory pale, and drank
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  Speaker 4: thy classic wines. I lived untroubled by the thought of
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  Speaker 4: night imparting love me. Neither Geryon's triple frame nor Pelop's
• 1:30:33
  Speaker 4: fate could move, and I remember'd Plancust's year, the fire
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  Speaker 4: of love's sweet fool, and caught for chaplets and pure
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  Speaker 4: nard by a brown woodland pool. My she goat loved
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  Speaker 4: the orchard leaves and pluck'd chained to my wrist as
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  Speaker 4: underneath a violet sky. I lay in a flower mist.
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  Speaker 4: But then a cretan came to me and talked of
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  Speaker 4: moth and pest and scorn. The moss upon my trees,
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  Speaker 4: token of summer rest, the beauty of the briar rose,
• 1:31:10
  Speaker 4: the blackberries, pale flower, the thistle's royal purple hue, the
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  Speaker 4: gorse's golden hour, the crimson creeper in the grass, the
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  Speaker 4: rushes greening lane were nought. My orchard was not clean,
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  Speaker 4: we said, farewell in pain, horace, I may not keep
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  Speaker 4: a farm. Short is the span of life, and kings
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  Speaker 4: and husbandmen must go where shadows hush the strife. But
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  Speaker 4: though the capitol is dust, pontiff and virgin sleep pure
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  Speaker 4: as a fountain in our hearts, thy songs well from
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  Speaker 4: the deep end of section forty seven. This Livery Vox
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  Speaker 1: Section forty eight two Our Son by James Hebelthwaite read
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  Speaker 1: for Lebrivos dot Org by Adrian Stephens O Hugh our Son,
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  Speaker 1: our little son, We pray that God will keep your ways,
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  Speaker 1: and when this life is done, give you his perfect sleep,
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  Speaker 1: O child. We love you unto pain. We yearn to
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  Speaker 1: know your fate. We long to arm you with our
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  Speaker 1: gain to bring you to the gate. Be pure, de lad,
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  Speaker 1: be kind and true, fear nought though one your side,
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  Speaker 1: be swift to give each man his due. Let Jesus
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  Speaker 1: be your guide, guard every thought, guard every deed. These
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  Speaker 1: die not in the past. The evil thought the act
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  Speaker 1: will breed and mar your peace. At last, Keep in
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  Speaker 1: your soul as sacred place, an altar of pure flame.
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  Speaker 1: There seek in Christ the Father's face, calling upon his name. Remember, Oh,
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  Speaker 1: remember Hugh, when we are gone to earth, the love
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  Speaker 1: so beautiful and true that follows thee from birth. End
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  Speaker 1: of section forty eight. This LibriVox recording is in the
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  Speaker 13: Section forty nine or by James Hobbothwaite read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 13: dot Org by Thaddeus Smith. I have no war songs
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  Speaker 13: for these times, no sword, chant, fierce and break. I
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  Speaker 13: cannot pour my soul in rhymes that rise not to
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  Speaker 13: its height. But could I reach down words from heaven
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  Speaker 13: and dig them from the pit of hell, and spoil
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  Speaker 13: them from the grave rots Levin, then I might sing
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  Speaker 13: it well end of section forty nine. This LibriVox recording
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  Speaker 1: Section fifty Australia by James Hebelthwaite read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 1: Org by Adrian Stephens. Those famous isles that stem Atlantic
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  Speaker 1: waves on Europe's western coast, now Britain height have noble
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  Speaker 1: peoples pacts of warrior blood, dreaming and passioned stern and dabonair.
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  Speaker 1: And these within the past unknowing bounds an ocean road
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  Speaker 1: and made its hoary wastes mere highways for their valor,
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  Speaker 1: and its deeps a peaceful sepulcher. Their swarming brutes now
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  Speaker 1: thinly hive in this huge continent Australian and not unlaurelled.
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  Speaker 1: Hear voices that mutter of sad coming woe when we
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  Speaker 1: shall be unfriended, brother hearts not of vain glory, do
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  Speaker 1: icing nor joy in lion ramp and streams of purple blood.
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  Speaker 1: War's dreadful rubric. But I love this land, my foster mother,
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  Speaker 1: with a passioned love, and fain would sound a lofty
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  Speaker 1: trumpet peal to rouse her people, lapp'd in slothful ease,
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  Speaker 1: to noble pain of preparation against the thunder breath and
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  Speaker 1: break of foe, more fell than Scythian tambour lane a
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  Speaker 1: little while, and then the waiting grave. How shall we
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  Speaker 1: sleep in shame or honor? Oh, we know at heart
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  Speaker 1: this remnant, valiant dust, lit by the star of liberty
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  Speaker 1: will do forlorn high deeds, Each man death's whirlpool in
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  Speaker 1: the trampling throng and die untamed, unbound, with nostrils cut
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  Speaker 1: in haught defiance. But oh, take the time and left
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  Speaker 1: on eagle wing of fellowship, of proudest hopes and truth,
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  Speaker 1: heroical and love in act nor leta heritage lapsed to
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  Speaker 1: a gulf unfounded end of section fifty. This LibriVox recording
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  Speaker 9: Section fifty one The Drum by James Hebelthwaite read Forlibrivox
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  Speaker 9: dot Org by brus Kachuk. The Lord looked down from
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  Speaker 9: heaven upon the earth and saw red war in throes
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  Speaker 9: of evil birth, springing to burn and sully his fair
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  Speaker 9: world with sword imbrood and bloody flag unfurled. And through
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  Speaker 9: the air there rolled his sudden drum, heart beats of
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  Speaker 9: men sounding a high call, and Serbia replied, give me,
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  Speaker 9: though small a place upon thy side. I cannot traitor
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  Speaker 9: be unto the principle of liberty that thou hast planted
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  Speaker 9: in the human breast, and in thy cause, I will
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  Speaker 9: not spare my best. I hear the muttering of thy
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  Speaker 9: dreadful drum. I come, and Russia answered with the myriad shout.
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  Speaker 9: We thank THEE Lord that thou hast called us out
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  Speaker 9: to fight upon thy quarrel. For thou art the guidance
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  Speaker 9: and the worship of our heart. And we through THEE love,
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  Speaker 9: with the humble mirth, the dewy perfume of our holy earth,
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  Speaker 9: the rapture of blue distance and fate smoke, the joys
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  Speaker 9: and tears so poor of lowly folk. The Russias answer
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  Speaker 9: to thy yearning drum. We come, And France, so debonair
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  Speaker 9: and delicate, heard in the echoing roll the call of fate,
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  Speaker 9: and pale and stern as sweet Antigony left all her
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  Speaker 9: cherish'd labors to be free color and graving tool or
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  Speaker 9: pen or plow, resolv'd no more to tyranny to bow,
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  Speaker 9: and so she spake unto the urging drum, I come awhile,
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  Speaker 9: and Belgium said, take thou my heart for thou alone,
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  Speaker 9: O Lord, art now my part, my only portion, children,
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  Speaker 9: wife and home, land, ancientry, bereft of all thy roam,
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  Speaker 9: I hear the whisper of thy muted drum. I come,
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  Speaker 9: and Britain rose majestic from her flood, which have I
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  Speaker 9: here to make life sweet and good, orchard and meadow
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  Speaker 9: deep in sunshine, dleam or dim with veiling blossom, faint
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  Speaker 9: with dream, A gracious past of pure, immortal song, glory
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  Speaker 9: and love, my peaceful haunts among But not for these
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  Speaker 9: will I stand out of this, Or rather for these
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  Speaker 9: I will win great bliss and fame for high heroic
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  Speaker 9: duty done mine still when I have passed to legend gone.
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  Speaker 9: So Lord, in this fierce surge, take me and mine. Isles, continents, dominions,
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  Speaker 9: all are thine. We hear the thunder of thy mighty drum.
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  Speaker 9: We come Italia by all her sons, adored, caught up
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  Speaker 9: her shadowy helm, her Roman soul Lord, and lifting her
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  Speaker 9: great shield, rush'd on the foe. No longer brooding with
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  Speaker 9: virgilian woe upon the fates of men, but stern with
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  Speaker 9: high resolve at Freedom's call to live or die in fate.
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  Speaker 9: Superb the Latin trumpets roll imperial melancholy through her soul,
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  Speaker 9: steel tempered and like hurried bugles blown in some blasted
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  Speaker 9: soldier agony. The moan and stir of her great thoughts
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  Speaker 9: echo the drum, and from her flaming leaps the word
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  Speaker 9: I Come Japan. The golden light of other years upon
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  Speaker 9: her past heroical, the tears of martyred Belgium, saw streaming
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  Speaker 9: fall and left the silent air, the springtime's call of
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  Speaker 9: white and holy bloom, the sacred dream of Fuji San,
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  Speaker 9: her delicate supreme symbols of art, and to the pulsing
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  Speaker 9: drum Samurai all cried in her song, I Come America.
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  Speaker 9: Beyond the Western main with eagle eyes watched Europe's battle
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  Speaker 9: plane and barriers of death erect. She stood, her garments
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  Speaker 9: deep with perfumes of the wood, the prairie and the mount,
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  Speaker 9: and on her broke from neath a splendor of red,
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  Speaker 9: rolling smoke, the cries of freemen struggling for the right,
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  Speaker 9: couching old chivalries, and the murk night. She cleft with
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  Speaker 9: her bright steel, hearing the drum and answering from great loyalties,
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  Speaker 9: I Come, and other peoples pregnant with the thought of
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  Speaker 9: sacrifice for an ideal, wrought imperishably in the appealing cause
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  Speaker 9: of anguished peace and her benignant laws, dreaming no beauty
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  Speaker 9: in the world page the drear defilings of the obscene
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  Speaker 9: rage of trampling war, the odor of the breath of
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  Speaker 9: dim corruption rising from the death of the young men,
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  Speaker 9: the purple of their blood spilt on the altar ground,
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  Speaker 9: the silent flood of tears impassioned, and the needlessness of
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  Speaker 9: this hushed cavalry, though fain to bless the fathomless devotion
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  Speaker 9: that can raise the human spirit over hell born days
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  Speaker 9: unto immortal heights. The peoples heard long thunderings, and by
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  Speaker 9: pure freedom, stirred, enfranchised, cried unto the muffled drum. Oh,
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  Speaker 9: not for glory, but for right we come. End of
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  Speaker 9: section fifty one. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 8: Section fifty two missing by James Hebblethwaite red orlibrebox dot
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  Speaker 8: Org by ant Lee Far In the green haunts of
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  Speaker 8: the past of old, the knights went faring, But your
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  Speaker 8: great memory shall outlast the fame of their fear staring,
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  Speaker 8: as through the wasted land you trod, you cheered, the
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  Speaker 8: broken hearted, the sufferer, fallen on the sod, all who
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  Speaker 8: had loved and parted Ah. When the sharp piece came,
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  Speaker 8: were you dreaming of your gray alley, or of the
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  Speaker 8: trembling of the dew in some lone bushland valley. Only
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  Speaker 8: the winds mourn for your years in death, so hot
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  Speaker 8: and hurried. Only the raindrops were the tears upon on
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  Speaker 8: your face, unburied, as you have died to make men
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  Speaker 8: free without a thought of glory. The touch of martyrdom
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  Speaker 8: shall be the seal of your high story and of
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  Speaker 8: section fifty two. This Liberyfox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 9: Section fifty three Realms by James Hebethwaite Readfourlibrevox dot Org
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  Speaker 9: by Brus Kachuck. This beauteous relic of an ancient world,
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  Speaker 9: This stately realms. The sacred House of God that sang
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  Speaker 9: in accents of a nobler day, the lofty dreams of
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  Speaker 9: master spirits, now is whelmed in fiery hail.
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  Speaker 6: No more.
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  Speaker 9: The light shall play upon its lavish bloom of stone,
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  Speaker 9: with gift of wings unto its soaring, or on its
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  Speaker 9: great angels, and the holy ones met in a mystic measure. Ah,
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  Speaker 9: No more shall a religious peace brood gently here in
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  Speaker 9: a sweet hush, as of a festival kept in a
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  Speaker 9: still and solemn ecstasy, the avocation of an exquisite, remote,
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  Speaker 9: sad tenderness. Oh, Thus to burn this cradle of the
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  Speaker 9: memories of France, quintessence of her past, This pageantry of
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  Speaker 9: sculptured stone and bronze and rainbow hues that set the
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  Speaker 9: crowning act of the sweet maid Saint Jean Sa Jean. Ah,
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  Speaker 9: when the mounting flames began their cruel work, what visions
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  Speaker 9: rose above thy agony, Domremy's veil, and winding river with
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  Speaker 9: its gentle lapse so wondered as cool the flowering days
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  Speaker 9: of spring, the dance and garlands ran the fairy's tree,
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  Speaker 9: and that midsummer in the garden shade, when spake thy voices,
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  Speaker 9: or the vision rare of Michael and the virgins crowned
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  Speaker 9: and bright with heavenly glory. Or the gallant charge beneath
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  Speaker 9: thy lilied banner o Leon Patai and trah, and the
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  Speaker 9: anointing day in this then ancient realms of that ingrate
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  Speaker 9: and foul blood royal Banner's sword and cloak, and golden
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  Speaker 9: tavern shining like the sun, and glittering armor, and thy
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  Speaker 9: crowds of friends fell from thee doomed. Only our Lord
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  Speaker 9: was there. His name was on thy fevered lips, his
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  Speaker 9: cross before thy fainting eye eyes. Thou art with God, Thou,
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  Speaker 9: if misfortune can find place in heaven, must weep the
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  Speaker 9: fallen in thy dreamed of friends, and love thy ancient foes,
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  Speaker 9: our chivalry fight now upon the faction of thy friends,
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  Speaker 9: as erst they fought in noblest fellowship with Harry on
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  Speaker 9: Saint Crispin's sounding day, and deep have dewed with blood
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  Speaker 9: the lilied land, calling their sons and allies from the
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  Speaker 9: high dominions, feudatories, and the isles, rejoicing in a lofty
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  Speaker 9: surge to smite and burn two points of steel and
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  Speaker 9: thundering death. And we have given to thee a sister,
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  Speaker 9: dear Edith Cavell, who pale with blinded eyes, but high
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  Speaker 9: in so in her gethsemone died by a murderer's hand.
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  Speaker 9: Edith and Jean, the lily and the rose entwined for
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  Speaker 9: a end of section fifty three. This LibriVox recording is
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  Speaker 9: in the public domain, section fifty four. Forgotten by James
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  Speaker 9: Hebethwaite readfolibrivox dot org by Bruskachuk. The white sun fire
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  Speaker 9: off morn, divinely bright, the misty gold of noon in
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  Speaker 9: a deep glade, the beauty of the dew on the
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  Speaker 9: green blade, or in the cups of flowers, the dark
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  Speaker 9: blue night lit by the crescent moon, thin, silvery sweet.
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  Speaker 9: All these are ours. While you are scattered far dead
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  Speaker 9: to the sun, the moon, the lighting star, and all
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  Speaker 9: the loveliness youth loves to greet, unmourned and unlamented. Shall
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  Speaker 9: you lie forsaken in lone death, while we rejoice forgetful
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  Speaker 9: of you, you who rose to die a flame of valor,
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  Speaker 9: now one with the sod. If we forget hear in
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  Speaker 9: your rest our voice, may we lie out far from
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  Speaker 9: the grace of God. End of section fifty four. This
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  Speaker 9: LibriVox recording is in the public.
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  Speaker 14: Domain, Section fifty five. The League of Nations by James
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  Speaker 14: Habothway read LibriVox dot org by Simona Lovin the League
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  Speaker 14: of Nations. A beautiful and tender note sound for the
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  Speaker 14: souls who dying fought for freedom's cause. Oh let it
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  Speaker 14: float in grave sweet cording, then rise in an impassioned
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  Speaker 14: surge most terrible, a mighty dirge, not without hope. The
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  Speaker 14: clarions urge, the drums and swording. We stand upon the threshold.
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  Speaker 14: Now immortal pinions fan the brow. New wonders wait upon
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  Speaker 14: the vow to die, aspiring. No languors doubts can forge
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  Speaker 14: the key of life, but the soul's energy opening upon eternity,
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  Speaker 14: the beacon's firing. Oh God, let in a surging flood,
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  Speaker 14: a streaming of the holy blood that flowed so freely
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  Speaker 14: on the rude, and make us wholly unquiet till we
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  Speaker 14: right the wrong scornful of faint and hopeless song, nor
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  Speaker 14: dallying the shape aids among of melancholy. With the golden
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  Speaker 14: juice of heavenly wine drunk, we will do a deed
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  Speaker 14: divine and uncreate the world by line of inward dreaming,
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  Speaker 14: and we will build a new with souls by right,
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  Speaker 14: and not of Pitty's dolls of beauty that eternal rolls
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  Speaker 14: from God's pure beaming and of section fifty five. This
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  Speaker 14: Libertyvox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 15: Section fifty six Wings of Desire by James habothwaite Read
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  Speaker 15: for Libertyvox dot org by Simona Lovin. Wings of Desire,
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  Speaker 15: ah Icarus, ah, hapless, flying man ere winnower of the
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  Speaker 15: van thy father thought to breathe into the gold of
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  Speaker 15: his chalcidian gate, the picture of thye faith, the eddying
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  Speaker 15: fall that ended thy brief span, But the piteous mold
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  Speaker 15: twice his worn features paled, his faltering hands twice failed.
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  Speaker 15: We happier, can mendier, and soar wore torments over the thunderclap,
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  Speaker 15: the blinding flash, and roar, the stench and the gore,
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  Speaker 15: but not the sweet accord, but not the love. We hoard,
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  Speaker 15: And in the placid sunshine find release and the great
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  Speaker 15: peace rise We to cloud mounts with a mighty sweep
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  Speaker 15: and view the austral Land, This gray green band of
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  Speaker 15: streaming wind blown trees, This island, continent of harmonies, subtler
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  Speaker 15: than all imaginings, and deep with shimmering gold. What joy
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  Speaker 15: untold to brood upon the visions of this land, The
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  Speaker 15: drifting sheep, the camp fire's dying brand, the waving sea
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  Speaker 15: of wheat, golden and tall, the little farms, each in
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  Speaker 15: its forest wall, The joys that pass beyond what memory
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  Speaker 15: sums beneath the shadow of the mighty gums. And as
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  Speaker 15: we poison, wing abysses sing of infinite adventure, Sirius Arcturists
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  Speaker 15: call from the calm fields of space and Uranus, to
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  Speaker 15: roam with keen hawk face the ancient silver seas, to
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  Speaker 15: roam the pleiades, Oh God, to mount on some bright
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  Speaker 15: dawn and fine, Oh joy, incredible, that old sun lane
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  Speaker 15: where Enoch walked with thee, where on the fiery chariots
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  Speaker 15: of the wind Elijah smote aftward Heaven's foamy sea, Oh bliss,
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  Speaker 15: un told to find that road again, and borne up
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  Speaker 15: on strong pinions, glims, the walls bastioned in glory, and
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  Speaker 15: the beauteous halls where Jesus reigns and leads by the
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  Speaker 15: calm stream, his saints blood worn from Earth's unquiet dream
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  Speaker 15: my soul, the wings that stir thy purged realm with
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  Speaker 15: premonitions of infinity, with quintessential joy of poesy, with shuddering
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  Speaker 15: thrills that whelm thee in a surging sea of love,
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  Speaker 15: imperishable rush of storming passion throws, imperial sharp sweet are
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  Speaker 15: an eternal, careless call to rise a Nicarus in the
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  Speaker 15: great hush, one who shall never fall o Icarus. A
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  Speaker 15: line of Virgil keeps thy memory green with those who
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  Speaker 15: climb the steeps of heaven, on upright wing and dreaming
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  Speaker 15: of die prelude flight, I sing, dear bird of all
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  Speaker 15: the future, infinite, amid air, solitude, pure and sunbright. We
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  Speaker 15: shall bring life from death, and with unconquerable breath, make
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  Speaker 15: of the wonder and the glorying light new will unto
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  Speaker 15: the final raptured height. End of section fifty six. The
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  Speaker 15: Slipperyvox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 8: Section fifty seven My song unsung by James Heppelthwaite read
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  Speaker 8: Forlipprivox dot Org by M.
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  Speaker 3: Lee.
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  Speaker 8: Without the pale of time and place. I sang one
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  Speaker 8: night with raptured face of things of beauty and of light,
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  Speaker 8: called from the ages, lost in night, touched with a
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  Speaker 8: grace of delicate pleading so frail against their fate to
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  Speaker 8: lie in waste. And then my song mourned for Earth's
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  Speaker 8: pilgrims suffering wrong, How one desired with urgent breath the
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  Speaker 8: child that brought upon her death pour struggler against the
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  Speaker 8: breast of him, the awful shade, who makes more dim
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  Speaker 8: the veils of night, and of the man in anguish
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  Speaker 8: for her narrow span, holding her close, printing a book
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  Speaker 8: upon his heart with fixed look. But here my song
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  Speaker 8: grew to a beat so piercing, melancholy sweet, that time
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  Speaker 8: sat grieving at my psalms, his skull sunk in his
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  Speaker 8: bony palms, his side sparring, arose as red as ever
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  Speaker 8: bloomed for a bride's bed beyond her date, and death
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  Speaker 8: drew nigh, lifting his funeral torch on high above my scroll, Oh,
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  Speaker 8: hidden face, cow darkened, Oh the marble grace of those straightfolds.
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  Speaker 8: A morning beam. Grief unexpired broke on my dream, and
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  Speaker 8: death and time rose to depart, to work their will
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  Speaker 8: upon man's heart and those Section fifty seven. This Lipprivox
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  Speaker 3: Section fifty eight is Life Worthwhile by James Hebelthwaite, read
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  Speaker 3: for LibriVox dot Org by Phil Sham. It is worthwhile
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  Speaker 3: to have been a small child within the house, and
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  Speaker 3: to have known its beauty and its love, its tranquil
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  Speaker 3: summer eves lit by one star, the winter darkened streets
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  Speaker 3: and ruddy hearths and all the passioned wonder. It is
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  Speaker 3: worth while to have been young, and to have walked
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  Speaker 3: the road in straight limbed grace, and to have earned
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  Speaker 3: the cheer marking some victory on the well fought field,
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  Speaker 3: and to have known the studious hum within high litten walls,
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  Speaker 3: as closing time drew near, and dreaming heard the teacher
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  Speaker 3: nobly fired emblem the Latin spirit, neath the spell of
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  Speaker 3: the regretful sallowing of the light. It is worth while
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  Speaker 3: to roam romantic highways and behold the sun in his
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  Speaker 3: bright strength, glorying along the forest roofs turning their green
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  Speaker 3: to gold leaves multitudinous, savoring the air yellow and full
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  Speaker 3: of light as some great wine, viewing the ships awash
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  Speaker 3: and swilled with floods, and the black jetty posts with
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  Speaker 3: rippling gleam and touched with april youth, to cry aloud,
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  Speaker 3: oh there is none, Oh, there is none but you,
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  Speaker 3: dreaming of kisses, joys unutterable, and daze that are no more.
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  Speaker 3: It is worth while to read in books of human tenderness, legends,
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  Speaker 3: heroical great memories, and to commune with the high hearts
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  Speaker 3: of men blood royal of the race to place the crown,
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  Speaker 3: the clear and laurel crown, upon their heads in our
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  Speaker 3: lone attics, solemn and austere, in faltered worship. It is
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  Speaker 3: worth while to love man's spirit, striving to express the
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  Speaker 3: faultless beauty of his dream in line or happy color,
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  Speaker 3: or in the winged flights, the pleading miner and trampling flow,
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  Speaker 3: melodious thunder of the circling spheres singing within his breast.
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  Speaker 3: It is worth while to have instruct felt a stream
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  Speaker 3: of power rising from perfect images of rest of health
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  Speaker 3: and great achievement, clear and bright within, and an in
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  Speaker 3: drawing of a strength adent without resulting in a life
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  Speaker 3: of manly quiet and stern probity and piety and truth.
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  Speaker 3: And to have given self in a perfect sacrifice to love,
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  Speaker 3: and to have made a way through this armed world
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  Speaker 3: for following wife and child. It is worthwhile to touch
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  Speaker 3: essential pain, enduring woe, to hold the psyche under rule,
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  Speaker 3: to feel, if more tears fell, they would be tears
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  Speaker 3: of blood. To enter in the lives of those around
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  Speaker 3: by sympathy and bearing with them work for brotherhood. Aye,
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  Speaker 3: it is worth the while even to fall, if nobly
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  Speaker 3: beaten down sad but unconquered. It is worth while well
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  Speaker 3: the slanting sun gold fading from the ferns, the amber
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  Speaker 3: crimson leaves, slow circling down, reft of their summer glory,
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  Speaker 3: but endued with strange magnificence, and earth and sky tenderly gray,
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  Speaker 3: to know a perfect hour of ripened, tranquiled leisure, and
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  Speaker 3: of hints, enchantments, magical ah in those courts of greening gloom,
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  Speaker 3: To place the hurried soul beyond all hurt by contemplation,
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  Speaker 3: deep in the pure sun of the ideal's dream. It
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  Speaker 3: is worth while to live the beauty of old, wistful things,
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  Speaker 3: renewing ancient hours in the half light. To view those
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  Speaker 3: darkling forms vestured with spring her immaturity, frail exquisite, or
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  Speaker 3: worn and wasted as an ashen moon, faint withal, longing
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  Speaker 3: in a foamy stream of squandered, high, embattled stars and
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  Speaker 3: snowed yea in the cadence of our age's eve, in
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  Speaker 3: pensive retrospect that swells the heart, to bid farewell forever
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  Speaker 3: to the friends spending the night, in talk of friends
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  Speaker 3: long gone, the books, the happy places of our day,
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  Speaker 3: the vanished and the vanishing O pain solaced by that farewell.
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  Speaker 3: It is worthwhile to wander in the bushland's solitudes, and
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  Speaker 3: by the wood fire, watch the spiraling of the blue smoke,
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  Speaker 3: and taste the very tang while round the tender azure
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  Speaker 3: distances merge in the thickening stems, and there to pour
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  Speaker 3: upon the secret of the universe, regarding the enclosing loveliness
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  Speaker 3: as something visible, to tune the thoughts invisible to that
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  Speaker 3: preluding piece through which we climb the latter mystical unto
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  Speaker 3: the final union with God. It is worthwhile to look
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  Speaker 3: upon the face of brother Death with steadfast eyes, to
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  Speaker 3: make unflinching search in those dark hollows for the mystery
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  Speaker 3: that waits his gesture and the still repose of our
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  Speaker 3: eternal rest end of section fifty eight. This LibriVox recording
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  Speaker 3: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Section fifty nine Man Soul by James Hebelthwaite read for
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot Org by Adrian Stephens. O Soul of Man,
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  Speaker 1: What coasts lie in thy realm, far delicate and as
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  Speaker 1: pure crystal clear remembrances of what thou holdest dear ethereal,
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  Speaker 1: Though envious time doth whelm with all consuming fear thrones
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  Speaker 1: and their chroniclers. These bide and light of fairy, born
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  Speaker 1: of the joy of youth, whose evanescence stirs a tender
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  Speaker 1: ruth that keeps us untouched by sullen night. Their wonder
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  Speaker 1: and their truth. O soul of man, thou hast to
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  Speaker 1: power divine, to penetrate the bornful souls of things sad
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  Speaker 1: in their dumbness, and on thy swift wings, with swellings
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  Speaker 1: at the heart of golden wine, from Heliconian springs, to
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  Speaker 1: place their beings in thy inner fold, where by thy
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  Speaker 1: beauty they enlarge Thy life, and give thee freedom in
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  Speaker 1: the midst of strife, way from the clamour and the
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  Speaker 1: mortal cold and care. Keen as a knife, they spread
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  Speaker 1: the forest roofs, the broad green glades, the murmuring waters,
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  Speaker 1: circle islet stones, swaying the sedges with cool whispering tones,
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  Speaker 1: the moving mirrors of dew laden blades and leaves, and
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  Speaker 1: rough fur cour bones. And there are amber noons and
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  Speaker 1: magic eaves, and grassy moorlands quivering in the breeze, and
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  Speaker 1: crescent moons over warm homeland LEAs, and round the moon,
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  Speaker 1: the stars, Thy spirit weaves a net with sighing ease.
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  Speaker 1: There Thy great portals ope in nameless hue upon the ocean.
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  Speaker 1: There in glories, white and suns, innumerable of golden light.
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  Speaker 1: Morn ever breaks through pure and thrilling blue yea on
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  Speaker 1: a splendor bright that trembles into diamonds. All the field
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  Speaker 1: of nobly swelling bellows to the far recess of violet shadow,
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  Speaker 1: and the bar of the horizon. Ah, the soul is
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  Speaker 1: healed where such blown reaches are writhing. The seas run
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  Speaker 1: mountainous and strong, caverned and tumbling in a thundering roll,
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  Speaker 1: blood red, as with a light of burning coal, giving
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  Speaker 1: their battle and their roaring song unto the human soul.
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  Speaker 1: And now the trumpetings of doom are stilled in the
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  Speaker 1: large piece of evening's yellow glow, as if no wind
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  Speaker 1: again could ever blow. And in that graver radiance mystery
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  Speaker 1: filled we other breathings know thou hast an alchemy to image.
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  Speaker 1: There all shapes of regal melancholy, sweet old fablings of
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  Speaker 1: the verge that make thee beat in perilous sympathy, feignings
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  Speaker 1: that dare to a heroic heat, and men and women
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  Speaker 1: set grim death at nought again upon thy stage, willing
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  Speaker 1: to die, enjoy ineffable without a sigh for summer days
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  Speaker 1: because young April brought lips for a moment. Nigh O
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  Speaker 1: love that brings new wonder to the world, that lights
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  Speaker 1: the ages with a starry gleam, the light of eyes
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  Speaker 1: long dead, still seen in a dream, stars that drue love,
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  Speaker 1: though death is banner filled and quenched his torch's beam.
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  Speaker 1: How shall we sing of those whose awful power can
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  Speaker 1: all illumine in a sunli like blaze, lifting the soul
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  Speaker 1: on high in garnered days, or darken with a sigh
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  Speaker 1: the earth in flower, withering the lover's bays. And there
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  Speaker 1: are nights beside the winter fire, ethereal dusk and glow,
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  Speaker 1: where thou, o soul, art satisfied as from the heavenly bowl,
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  Speaker 1: and canst through death see with a hushed desire the
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  Speaker 1: meditated goal and wandering on. We build of delicate imaginations
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  Speaker 1: that are musical with joy of their creation, festival and love,
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  Speaker 1: or on the ghostly notes of fate, pause as they
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  Speaker 1: lingering fall Ah, what a world lies in thy mystic
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  Speaker 1: ring yea fallen spirits through thy dungeon light grope in
• 2:08:08
  Speaker 1: the dread decay morning, the flight of the white cloud
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  Speaker 1: of the first gold of spring, so sudden, pure and bright,
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  Speaker 1: and lifted lips of mortal cold, chill thine in pale farewell,
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  Speaker 1: and on the distant verge. Lovers with passioned arms and
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  Speaker 1: crying surge heav'nd no more in beauty, wet with brine,
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  Speaker 1: their claims to memory urge yea soul of man, Vague shadows,
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  Speaker 1: lurk and weight within thy purlius, rare thy happy hours,
• 2:08:44
  Speaker 1: canker'd thy blossomings. Thou hast no flowers of perfect bloom.
• 2:08:49
  Speaker 1: Uncertain is thy fate, the tempest ever lowers, And thou
• 2:08:55
  Speaker 1: hast open wounds from old time, shames, grievous and foul,
• 2:08:59
  Speaker 1: betray very, hells of poignant memories, sweet friendships, knells, follies
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  Speaker 1: and ignorances, haunting blames for penitential cells and man soul.
• 2:09:14
  Speaker 1: Thou art parched with a fierce drought for something that
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  Speaker 1: the world can never stream to satisfaction, some delight, some
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  Speaker 1: dream upon the prison wall, beauty about beyond conceptions.
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  Speaker 7: Beam.
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  Speaker 1: Yet thou hast high immortal joy and song, for thou
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  Speaker 1: canst love thou hast a treasure store of dear remembrance
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  Speaker 1: for the silent shore, and Christ will purge thy sin,
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  Speaker 1: thy anguished wrong, and by His blood restore accept thy
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  Speaker 1: share of suffering center life, drain its great flagon. God's
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  Speaker 1: will be thy peace. From thy high post of trust.
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  Speaker 1: Seek no release, but bear thee bravely in the mortal strife.
• 2:10:02
  Speaker 1: Thy faith and love increase and darken. Though thou be
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  Speaker 1: flame on thy part, and though against the peerage of
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  Speaker 1: thy foe, lose not thy harmony for any blow, but
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  Speaker 1: fly and sing within thy glorious heart and unimpeded flow
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  Speaker 1: o tremulous, close not thy guarded pale, But give to
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  Speaker 1: each forlorn, a pure, sweet birth, and an environment that
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  Speaker 1: has no dearth of goodness, truth and beauty. If he
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  Speaker 1: fail with a celestial mirth, ensphere him and inspire that
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  Speaker 1: he may go from failure to fresh life, forever on,
• 2:10:45
  Speaker 1: having eternity when time is done. So facing God and Nature,
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  Speaker 1: he may know what gol to brood upon. Thou art
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  Speaker 1: a flame that goes beyond the stars, seeking a kindred fire,
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  Speaker 1: a burning soul unmov'd amid thee immemorial roll and change
• 2:11:05
  Speaker 1: of things there, breaking all thy bars. Thou art wrapt
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  Speaker 1: in the whole, and from these white communions of pure bliss,
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  Speaker 1: though shadows close again, Thou hast acquire of melodies from
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  Speaker 1: an eternal lire, and reassured by Christ's redeeming kiss. Thou
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  Speaker 1: canst for aye aspire Ah God, the finite, cannot comprehend
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  Speaker 1: the infinite. But this we know. Thou art a person.
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  Speaker 1: For thou speakest to the heart, implying kindred, and to
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  Speaker 1: THEE we bend, praying THEE to impart thy beauty to
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  Speaker 1: our souls. O. Let us be austere and solemn as
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  Speaker 1: a mountain height against an evening sky, clear washed with light,
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  Speaker 1: Golden Father, Thy children wait on thee end of section
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  Speaker 1: fifty nine. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 8: Section sixty passing by James Hebblethwaite read for Libbyfox dot
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  Speaker 8: Org by M Lee. Sacred bell at eventide, calling calling
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  Speaker 8: far and wide, Ah, so sweet and low, sweet and
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  Speaker 8: sad as autumn light, low and sweet as closing night. Pilgrim.
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  Speaker 8: Let us go, youth and beauty far away, lean together
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  Speaker 8: in the may, shining head to head. But for us
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  Speaker 8: the solemn piece, Do not sigh and great release of
• 2:12:52
  Speaker 8: the happy dead. Colmest children steal to him who threw
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  Speaker 8: all the ages, Dim offers calm relief. Stricken heart, so
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  Speaker 8: fierce and wild, come as comes a little child with
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  Speaker 8: thy wasting grief, far above the creeds. He stands with
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  Speaker 8: his pierced and pitying hands stretched to thee and me.
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  Speaker 8: He is Love's last tender bed bosom for the weary
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  Speaker 8: head to eternity. End of section sixty This Liberyfox recording
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  Speaker 8: is in the public domain. Section sixty one Sleep by
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  Speaker 8: James hebbelfwaite Red Forlibbyfox dot Org by m.
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  Speaker 3: Lee.
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  Speaker 8: Sleep comes at last, Oh hasten then my soul, and
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  Speaker 8: with thy songs of a pure immortal birth harmoniously builds
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  Speaker 8: up a peak of joy for our bright tabernacles. Ah
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  Speaker 8: by God is sweet and merciful. For when the song
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  Speaker 8: is finished and forgotten, and the brush is laid aside,
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  Speaker 8: and when the pliant hands no more by grave and
• 2:14:23
  Speaker 8: lovely sounds can move with tender evocations, there remains deep sleep,
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  Speaker 8: the darkened earth's quiet repose and of section sixty one.
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  Speaker 8: This Libery Fox recording is in the public domain. Section
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  Speaker 8: sixty two The Symbol by James Pebblethwaite read Forlibbyfox dot
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  Speaker 8: Org by M. Lee. Thus, past the glories of the world,
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  Speaker 8: he lies beneath the pall's white folds. His swordis sheathed,
• 2:15:10
  Speaker 8: his pennon furled, him silence folds, the pilgrim staffed, the
• 2:15:16
  Speaker 8: cockle shell, the crown, the scepter of his pride, the
• 2:15:20
  Speaker 8: simple flower from forest Dell heap at his side, and
• 2:15:26
  Speaker 8: add there too the wild heart flute, the voice of
• 2:15:30
  Speaker 8: love and twilight song, those passioned strings. Though he is mute,
• 2:15:35
  Speaker 8: remember long and move not. Thence his evening book thus
• 2:15:41
  Speaker 8: sifted gains of common storm and bow before that dustrewn
• 2:15:45
  Speaker 8: nook and silent form. To morrow hath no hope for him,
• 2:15:51
  Speaker 8: no clasp of friend, no grip of foe. Remember love
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  Speaker 8: with eyes tier dim we two must go. End of
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  Speaker 8: section sixty two. This Librifox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 16: Section sixty three Prisoners of Hope by James Hebelfwait read
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  Speaker 16: for LibriVox dot Org by Wandering Walker. I know through
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  Speaker 16: my lament for spirit dearth, through weary force by which
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  Speaker 16: my life growsed in for cruel warfare, dark and holy, grim,
• 2:16:35
  Speaker 16: transcendent God becomes within our earth, and so I chant
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  Speaker 16: my head. Though quick the universe. We shall not see
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  Speaker 16: perfection in becoming, but there goes the flow of God involved,
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  Speaker 16: unite in foes, evolving, oh beyond in wisdom, free to
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  Speaker 16: an immortal close rooted in plasmic form and primal mind.
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  Speaker 16: We are His children, eager for the light, for the
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  Speaker 16: response to God, divine in sight, and lifted by his power,
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  Speaker 16: we still aspire lift from his altar, bright aged yet
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  Speaker 16: fresh as april. Is a trust, the sohmer's guest, the
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  Speaker 16: germ of latencies of beauty, love and joy. And were
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  Speaker 16: the keys hold for our sinking or our spring from
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  Speaker 16: dust o God, The lisses transmute the essence into varied life,
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  Speaker 16: act for the whole, and as a little child off
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  Speaker 16: of I will upon his altered mild and now shall
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  Speaker 16: find I will purge from all strife. Is God's will
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  Speaker 16: undefied end of section sixty three. This LibriVox recording is
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  Speaker 16: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 9: Section sixty four symbols Inadequate by James He read for
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  Speaker 9: LibriVox dot Org by Bruskachuk. With soaring wings, the soul
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  Speaker 9: of Poesy urges her flight above the knight at earth
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  Speaker 9: and the dim shadowing clouds unto the stars, with surge illimited.
• 2:18:18
  Speaker 9: And in her course she summons towers of conflagrations, vast,
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  Speaker 9: advancing there her potent, but to find no vesture for
• 2:18:28
  Speaker 9: the throes magnifical that shake her. In the presence of
• 2:18:32
  Speaker 9: the power, the victories and plaitudinous of God. With golden
• 2:18:38
  Speaker 9: puiscence and whelming might, she rushes on the heart born
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  Speaker 9: to receive, engulfing it in glory, turmoil, storm, and kindling
• 2:18:50
  Speaker 9: it to sing eternal themes in noble rumage. But again
• 2:18:55
  Speaker 9: she lacks the signs pontifical. Thus Poesy yearns to express
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  Speaker 9: her amaranthan songs. But in her symbols, purged though they be,
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  Speaker 9: she can but handle serrements that pale and dull her shining,
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  Speaker 9: and make dumb her voice and hence her martyrdom. But
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  Speaker 9: could she ment a language equal to the melody that
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  Speaker 9: thrills her spirit, that could form and clothe the pity
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  Speaker 9: for the sorrow of the grave, the joy and anguish
• 2:19:32
  Speaker 9: of the lover. Then the unhoped dreams, the halcyon harbingers
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  Speaker 9: the strangeness and the wonder of her lips. Fragrance, incapturable
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  Speaker 9: paradise would be our heritage. End of section sixty four.
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  Speaker 4: Section sixty five Light by James Hebbelthwaite redflibrivaux dot org
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  Speaker 4: bi alummapstone lights o I cherish lights of common day,
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  Speaker 4: and those elusive gleams that shyly play with sweet remembrance,
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  Speaker 4: such as dewy wet with azure lit, the breathing violet
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  Speaker 4: of perdita, the placid yellow beam gilding the narrow glen
• 2:20:34
  Speaker 4: of the sad stream, the jaded gold that haunts each
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  Speaker 4: quiet wind of all deserted cities, dim resigned, the long
• 2:20:45
  Speaker 4: slant of the quivering moated ray, the autumn calm that
• 2:20:50
  Speaker 4: broods upon decay, the strange light on the seal that
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  Speaker 4: tells of snow, the chilly evening's hearth of rich red
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  Speaker 4: glow that drives the shadows up the dusky wall, the
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  Speaker 4: fan light's tracery on the gloomy hall, the lanthorn's moving
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  Speaker 4: spots athwart the pane, the rising moon flooding the watery plane.
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  Speaker 4: All these are premonitions faint or lost, of the awaiting
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  Speaker 4: heavenly Pentecost end of section sixty five. This livery Box
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  Speaker 4: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Section sixty six. My Silent Kingdom by James Heblwaite read
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  Speaker 5: for LibriVox dot Org by Laurie Wilson. Surely before the
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  Speaker 5: gleaming of the dove eternal fell upon the elder place
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  Speaker 5: of floods, beyond our fleeting time and space, my kingdom is.
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  Speaker 5: And there, in silent love I walk with to face
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  Speaker 5: there nothing loud may enter, And the lands are hushed
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  Speaker 5: beneath a grave and mellow light, and winds blow soft,
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  Speaker 5: forgetful of their might, voiceful of rest and calm. The
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  Speaker 5: hourly sands laps from the leisured height, faint, wistful. Few
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  Speaker 5: the offerings there have braved the chancings of the heart.
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  Speaker 5: Their leaves unfold by bronze and marble, hoty, pure and cold,
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  Speaker 5: with perfect words of human wisdom graved in melancholy gold
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  Speaker 5: into section sixty six. This LibriVox recording is in the
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  Speaker 5: public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Section sixty seven. Ancient Wisdom by James Heppelthwaite, read for
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  Speaker 4: Librivaux dot Org by alum mapstone oft Have I sat
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  Speaker 4: within the quiet shrine of those old masters of autumnal calm,
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  Speaker 4: to win the very spirits of their psalm of triumph,
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  Speaker 4: and to reign with them divine crowned with undying palm.
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  Speaker 4: Nobly they speak, if thou wouldst be at rest and
• 2:23:19
  Speaker 4: bathe in stillness, losing life's sick fear, uneager, wise, thy
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  Speaker 4: soul a golden sphere, have no opinion. Let thy well
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  Speaker 4: love best depart without a tear for recollection, life with
• 2:23:35
  Speaker 4: being filled and like the ripened olive. Let thy deeds
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  Speaker 4: fall in a sunlit leisure for man's needs, and move
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  Speaker 4: in silence by a perfect will, and seek immortal meeds.
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  Speaker 4: End of section sixty seven. This LibriVox recording is in
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  Speaker 4: the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Section sixty eight The Old Men's Song by James Haveelthwaite
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  Speaker 3: read for LibriVox dot Org by Phil Shamph. We will
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  Speaker 3: renew our youth no more forlorn, and sing the blood
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  Speaker 3: song of the starry spring, the vaporous gold and white
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  Speaker 3: of early morn, the breathing bud, the light and soaring wing,
• 2:24:29
  Speaker 3: forgetting all the heart break and the quest, the numbered
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  Speaker 3: hours so few, and the last, vanishing and quiet rest
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  Speaker 3: beneath the solemn ye, not unto us return in violet,
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  Speaker 3: the springtime miracle of hawthorn bloom, the thrill at some
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  Speaker 3: divine and passionate fate, growing with mystic meaning in times woam.
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  Speaker 3: But the long leasures of our vernal dreams are dimmed,
• 2:24:57
  Speaker 3: yet riched with tears, quintessence of old tenderness that streams
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  Speaker 3: from the far poignant years, not unto us to feel again,
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  Speaker 3: the sweep as of a falcon o'er the mountain crest,
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  Speaker 3: the hopes, uncalculated, terror, deep of lonely hours, the fearless
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  Speaker 3: love confessed, the perfume as of some ethereal may the
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  Speaker 3: laughter delicate, delicious, and the golden ended day that came
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  Speaker 3: o late, so late as lover's gaze. Who know they
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  Speaker 3: part for eye, looking across a bridgeless gulf, at eyes
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  Speaker 3: that light the world, yearning for love's sweet play. So
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  Speaker 3: with deep thirst, unquenchable and sighs, we long for vanish'd faces,
• 2:25:48
  Speaker 3: other lands, lamenting our years fall, yet trusting that a
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  Speaker 3: touch of gentle hands will lead us through death's all.
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  Speaker 3: Oh hereupon life's lonely twilight verge we lie so old
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  Speaker 3: with eyes fulfilled of dream. Nor can we turn our
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  Speaker 3: song into a dirge. For in the soul there shines
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  Speaker 3: a golden beam, and love is stronger than the yawning grave, Oh,
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  Speaker 3: vehement and strong. And from the wrecks of living we
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  Speaker 3: can save courage and hope for song. End of section
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  Speaker 3: sixty eight. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 9: Section sixty nine Deliverance by James Heblthwaite Redfourlibrivox dot org
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  Speaker 9: by Bruce Kachuk. Among the mighty eucalypts, he stood fraught
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  Speaker 9: with the beauty of the solemn bush, the glades of
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  Speaker 9: sunny green fading to blue, the age worn bowls and
• 2:27:01
  Speaker 9: roofs of drooping leaves, the winds deep with wet fragrance
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  Speaker 9: of the dew from hollow places, and the threading streams
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  Speaker 9: among the grasses, and the pebbled earth loitering in ripened
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  Speaker 9: leisure to the yeast. The ocean trembled with innumerable gleams
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  Speaker 9: and hemulus. The barge's full spread sails whitened the dreaming foam.
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  Speaker 9: The mountain loomed down in the west, blown with a
• 2:27:32
  Speaker 9: fume of smoke, of ancient forests, slenderly a song, Oh,
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  Speaker 9: frail and lonely of the rain bird's pipe, sighed through
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  Speaker 9: the crystal silence, loosening a very legion of light winged
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  Speaker 9: desires and murmurings within his bosom's realm, and all this
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  Speaker 9: flourish of bewildering bloom, he peopled with old valor and disdain, troubling,
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  Speaker 9: unsullied on returning fames and legends, Leafing into laurel green
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  Speaker 9: and fabled beauty, He, with a slain pang of surging love,
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  Speaker 9: kissed on the scarlet mouth the rose of all the world,
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  Speaker 9: of his true world, the lips of his beloved idling.
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  Speaker 9: He lodg'd ensnared, enchained until the sundering night cooled the
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  Speaker 9: red smolder to an ashen fleece above a fiery ember.
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  Speaker 9: Oh then came unto the dreamer, sittol of old woes
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  Speaker 9: and forlorn burdens, and he strove with pain to cleave
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  Speaker 9: the filmy veils that ever grow before the real Yea,
• 2:28:50
  Speaker 9: he yearn'd to see himself in all sincerity, his pride
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  Speaker 9: and thraldom, to outworn beliefs whose bands swathing him. This
• 2:29:00
  Speaker 9: unexpanded soul were deep impurpled with his agony, for they transmuted,
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  Speaker 9: so it seemed, were one with his soul's essens Ah.
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  Speaker 9: There is a door into the realms below the conscious mind,
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  Speaker 9: where floods the universal. Could we pass its portal, We
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  Speaker 9: could gather all again the power and come of nature,
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  Speaker 9: and could go into the heart of God Jesus our Lord.
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  Speaker 9: By virtue of his ambassage, Divine moved freely in that region.
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  Speaker 9: A rough crest brought him again within the sunset's breath
• 2:29:41
  Speaker 9: and golden splendor, and he cried, insphered in glory. Time
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  Speaker 9: could not imbrown. Forgive O, God, my maimed and faltering soul,
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  Speaker 9: destroy my kingdomed folly, give an angelage before the end,
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  Speaker 9: and of open eyed belief and strong denials guarded unenslaved
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  Speaker 9: star crowned. And thus he stood, imploring God foresight, delaying
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  Speaker 9: not the thunderstroke the trumpet tongue, so that the soul
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  Speaker 9: might gain deliverance and expansion to her norm. End off
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  Speaker 9: section sixty nine. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 11: Section seventy meditation by James Heblthwaitte read for LibriVox dot org.
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  Speaker 11: By HIVC Meditation.
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  Speaker 3: One.
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  Speaker 11: Oh, melancholy, tender human heart, grieving for battles lost, taking
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  Speaker 11: the part of ancient hopes forlorn. See how they go
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  Speaker 11: Earth's multitudes, some creeping on with woe, some riding helmed
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  Speaker 11: with flash and flame of grace, some dewed with unction
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  Speaker 11: of the holy place, and yet all bending to a
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  Speaker 11: wormy bound a little hole within the dusty ground. Two
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  Speaker 11: A still lookout. May not that candor be the opening
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  Speaker 11: of a door upon the sea that floods in golden waves,
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  Speaker 11: before the light of the great adoration on the height
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  Speaker 11: those flakes so softly beating gloom forlorn prince of his
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  Speaker 11: feet who left gatsemone were a triumphal morn. Three. That
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  Speaker 11: eastern hill was dark and sad below, and dark above,
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  Speaker 11: but with a little glow over the rooting of the
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  Speaker 11: bitter tree, where bowed a morning group on bended knee,
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  Speaker 11: while through the veiling gloom gold helmets dim marked where
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  Speaker 11: the legions of the Cherubim, in wondering sorrow gazed. That
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  Speaker 11: little light is now a dawn invading Earth's long night
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  Speaker 11: with purity unorbed. Four O Light and sweetness of the
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  Speaker 11: Easter morn, the cup of blessing, and the bread newborn,
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  Speaker 11: the sawn, the victor saun chanted above the darkness of
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  Speaker 11: the grave. The moist Earth's love lives yearningly in her
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  Speaker 11: green buds and flowers, scenting the grass, the waters, and
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  Speaker 11: the bowers. And to our dream, the vaulted azure sky
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  Speaker 11: and the soul's highway to the bliss on high five.
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  Speaker 11: My vineyard and my grapes are honeysweet, And he, my Lord,
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  Speaker 11: with peaceful, beauteous feet, walks round my tower, and fat
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  Speaker 11: and couaffs a cup, recalling that glattine when he went
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  Speaker 11: up to send the periclet end of section seven. This
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  Speaker 11: LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Section seventy one.
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  Speaker 11: No other Way by James Heblswaite read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 11: Org by hyavc. No other way. When breaking buds were
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  Speaker 11: cups of light, and breathed through perfumes, in sweet airs,
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  Speaker 11: in crystal clear, the murmuring fall whispered the heart to
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  Speaker 11: leave its cares. Then fine spun gold was all my
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  Speaker 11: thought of you. I dreamed unto the verge of tears
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  Speaker 11: and childheth songs I heard and far was in a
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  Speaker 11: tumnal dirge. The soft and silent shadow slept upon the mountains,
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  Speaker 11: and the sea was blue as sapphire, fabulous, and through
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  Speaker 11: me swept eternity. While from an open pane in heaven,
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  Speaker 11: pure glories slanted on my earth, soft as the sheen
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  Speaker 11: of a rich cope, and filled with orient light. At
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  Speaker 11: birth from some hid furnace of God's love, raptured assumptions
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  Speaker 11: rose and fell ennobled. Pallors of grave peace in plenitude
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  Speaker 11: composed my cell. And so with forlay of the spring,
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  Speaker 11: insurgent flights of lyric cry and regnant heart, I took
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  Speaker 11: my staff, novading mortal color nigh ah. But at evening,
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  Speaker 11: in the doubtful light, I came upon a river dark
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  Speaker 11: as night, filling the valley with the murmuring flow, neglectful,
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  Speaker 11: And I knew my way must go through that unfathomed flood,
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  Speaker 11: whose only gleam crested the rolling waves with a pale beam.
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  Speaker 11: And in my heart there swelled a mortal paine, half
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  Speaker 11: given to sorrow, half the sweetest rain of farewell tears.
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  Speaker 11: Then I remembered me of afair promise of felicity, whispered
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  Speaker 11: of old by my companion, dear Jesus, my way friend,
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  Speaker 11: and I put off fear and waited in the shallows
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  Speaker 11: of the brim, and ashen grew my life. But through
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  Speaker 11: the dim dark vapors over Lowland's waste and shell, there
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  Speaker 11: loomed and shining on a vernal hill, a city of delight, new, fresh, unworn,
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  Speaker 11: and so a deeper wind sustained, upborne by my redeemer.
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  Speaker 11: End of section seventy one. This LibriVox recording is in
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  Speaker 11: the public.
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  Speaker 17: Domain, Section seventy two. Earth and the Soul by James
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  Speaker 17: Heppelthwaite read for LibriVox dot Org by Sowen Kelly Park.
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  Speaker 17: Earth and the Soul. The Earth speaks Earth of my
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  Speaker 17: earth child, my ample breast being in whom my life
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  Speaker 17: burns to a flame. Some of my glory leave, ah,
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  Speaker 17: leave me not see. I have pleasures for thy dreaming on,
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  Speaker 17: oh not in noble realms, magic of air and dewy solitudes,
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  Speaker 17: river and ocean, wave, and earthly love, so passionate and strong.
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  Speaker 17: My ancient voice heard in green loneliness, whispering old legends
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  Speaker 17: of my primal times, touching the spirit to adventures high
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  Speaker 17: and soft unmemoried sleep in my dear arms, the answering
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  Speaker 17: soul Mother. I love thee so ah, leaves and perfumes
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  Speaker 17: of the forest ways. AH love profound and passionate and sweet,
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  Speaker 17: AH melancholy, infinite, beyond imagination. But from the abyss, from
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  Speaker 17: the eternal silence, comes a call, and I must go,
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  Speaker 17: unmindful of farewells, lone as the moon upon her pilgrimage,
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  Speaker 17: upon a visioned gold, until I reached the upland's calm
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  Speaker 17: of God. End of section seventy two. This recording is
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  Speaker 17: in the public domain. Section seventy three On the Hilltop
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  Speaker 17: by James Hebulfwaite read for LibriVox dot Org by Sowen
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  Speaker 17: Kelly Park. On the Hilltop, mounting the hill, I felt
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  Speaker 17: my burden go, my burden of dim sorrow and vague fear,
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  Speaker 17: with the ascension, and a joyful peace reigned in my bosom.
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  Speaker 17: As the glorious fail I viewed unhindered blue the channel lay,
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  Speaker 17: the outlines of its winding shores and aisles most delicate
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  Speaker 17: and clear, and its gray flow seemed calling to the
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  Speaker 17: opening majesty of some high capital. The farther hills faintly
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  Speaker 17: and purpled rose in tender folds, touching the white plumed clouds. Turning,
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  Speaker 17: I saw beyond the neck the ocean's shimmering plane, aiden
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  Speaker 17: of mystic longing and my feet. The eucalypts sprang from
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  Speaker 17: a darkened mist, slashed on their roots with sunbeams, while
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  Speaker 17: above the bowls were half in glow and half in shade,
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  Speaker 17: and the hushed air that brimmed the valley deep was
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  Speaker 17: yellow with a fume of golden light. Autumnal, sweet and
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  Speaker 17: placid reconciled in this section seventy three. This recording is
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  Speaker 11: Section seventy four. Credo by James Hebbelswaitte, Redferlaborbox dot Org
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  Speaker 11: by high Abc, Credo Far in the Past, the dread
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  Speaker 11: abysmal past. After the cooling of the pitsa fire, the
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  Speaker 11: molten chasms and whirlpools of blown soil, pregnant became the
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  Speaker 11: Earth with life, the gift from some power beyond her bound,
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  Speaker 11: yet imminent in her and in her guest. Piercing concurring elements,
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  Speaker 11: this pledge, molding the gnarly matter, organized a million evolutions,
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  Speaker 11: leaguering with thrusted courage and intelligence, until from the amiba,
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  Speaker 11: pilgrim man stood on the earth, care wounded but still glad,
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  Speaker 11: Oh measureless. The march from opening life up to the
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  Speaker 11: beauty of an images, the grandeur of a leer, the
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  Speaker 11: mind sublime of island. Prospero came man by chance or accident,
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  Speaker 11: or by directed growth, Oh measureless. The folly that believes
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  Speaker 11: he rose to his estate by accident or wayward chance,
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  Speaker 11: or that almighty God created in us thirst and hunger,
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  Speaker 11: sore for immortality, but to deceive a sorry, jesting look
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  Speaker 11: upon the stars and keep still silence, gross, creative, gross,
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  Speaker 11: directed by the giver of all life. His self expression
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  Speaker 11: is the quested word explaining man. He is the son
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  Speaker 11: of God. And richly doth the Father give to him
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  Speaker 11: innumerable joys. The vernal shower, the fresh blown rose, the
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  Speaker 11: sun clad leafy hill, autumnal melancholy Ah, But all are
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  Speaker 11: summed in love, in paradised, in love and uttering his name,
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  Speaker 11: that potent word, deep with all worship, holy and divine.
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  Speaker 11: We half awakened, know a trust profound, a reassuring for
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  Speaker 11: our brooding on, and feel him as a unity of
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  Speaker 11: love in truth and beauty seen in Jesus Christ immortal values.
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  Speaker 11: And in the High Christ we drink the talice of
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  Speaker 11: the life he brings in pure abundance, suffering a change
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  Speaker 11: unto eternal values. Hence we share his glorious nature and infinity,
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  Speaker 11: Oh raptured thought. But if we are at peace in
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  Speaker 11: sweet felicity, if we regard death as adore into a
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  Speaker 11: larger life unending, then most passionate must be our lives
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  Speaker 11: with consolation for the world. End of Section seventy four,
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  Speaker 11: end of the Poems of James Hebblethwaite. This LibriVox recording
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  Speaker 11: is in the public domain.