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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage Canto III-George Gordon, Lord Byron · The Ambassadors

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  Speaker 1: Section one of Child Harald's Pilgrimage Canto three. This is
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  Speaker 1: Recording by Alan Mapstone. Child Harald's Pilgrimage Canto three by
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  Speaker 1: George Gordon Lord Byron Stanzas one to fifteen. Is thy
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  Speaker 1: face like thy mother's, my fair child, Aida, sole daughter
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  Speaker 1: of my house and heart. When last I saw thy
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  Speaker 1: young blue eyes, they smiled, and then we parted, not
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  Speaker 1: as now we part, but with a hope awaking with
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  Speaker 1: a stunt. The waters heave around me, and on high
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  Speaker 1: the winds lift up their voices. I depart whither I
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  Speaker 1: know not but the hours gone by, when Albion's lessening
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  Speaker 1: shores could grieve or glad mine eye once more upon
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  Speaker 1: the waters, yet once more, and the waves bound beneath
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  Speaker 1: me as a steed that knows his rider. Welcome to
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  Speaker 1: their roar, swift, be their guidance, wheerso e'er it lead.
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  Speaker 1: Though the strained mass should quiver as a reed, and
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  Speaker 1: the rank canvas fluttering strew the gale, still must I
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  Speaker 1: on for I am as a weed flung from the
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  Speaker 1: rock on ocean's foam, to sail where'er the surge may
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  Speaker 1: sweep the tempest breath prevail. In my youth's summer, I
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  Speaker 1: did sing of one, the wandering outlaw of his own
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  Speaker 1: dark mind. Again I seize the theme, then, but begun
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  Speaker 1: and bear it with me, as the rushing wind bears
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  Speaker 1: the cloud onwards. In that tale, I find the furrows
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  Speaker 1: of long thought and dried up tears, which ebbing leave
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  Speaker 1: a sterile track behind, or which or heavily the journeying
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  Speaker 1: years plod the last sands of life, where not a
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  Speaker 1: flower appears since my young days of passion, joy or pain.
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  Speaker 1: Perchance my heart and harp have lost a string, and
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  Speaker 1: both may jar. It may be that in vain I
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  Speaker 1: would as say, as I have sung to sing. Yet
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  Speaker 1: though a dreary strain to this I cling, so that
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  Speaker 1: it weaned me from the weary dream of selfish grief
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  Speaker 1: or gladness, So it fling forgetfulness around me. It shall
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  Speaker 1: seem to me, though to none else, a not ungrateful thing,
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  Speaker 1: he who grown aged in this world of woe, indeed
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  Speaker 1: not years piercing the depth of life, so that no
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  Speaker 1: wonder waits him, nor below can love or sorrow, fame, ambition, strife.
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  Speaker 1: Cut to his heart again with the keen knife of
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  Speaker 1: silent sharp endurance, he can tell why thoughts seek refuge
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  Speaker 1: in lone caves, yet rife with airy images and shapes
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  Speaker 1: which dwell still unimpaired, though old in the soul's haunted cell.
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  Speaker 1: Tis to create, and in creating life a being more
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  Speaker 1: intense that we endow with form, our fancy, gaining as
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  Speaker 1: we give the life we image, even as I do Now,
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  Speaker 1: what am I nothing but not so art thou soul
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  Speaker 1: of my thought, with whom my traverse earth invisible, but
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  Speaker 1: gazing as I glow mix'd with thy spirit, blended with
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  Speaker 1: thy birth, and feeling still with thee in my crush'd
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  Speaker 1: feelings dearth. Yet must I think less? Wildly? I have
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  Speaker 1: thought too long and darkly, till my brain became in
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  Speaker 1: its own eddy boiling and or wrought a whirling gulf
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  Speaker 1: of fantasy and flame, And thus untaught in youth my
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  Speaker 1: heart to tame my springs of life were poison'd. Tis
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  Speaker 1: too late, yet am I chang'd, though still enough the
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  Speaker 1: same in strength to bear what time cannot abate and
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  Speaker 1: feed on bitter fruits without accusing fate something too much
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  Speaker 1: of this. But now tis past, and the spell closes,
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  Speaker 1: with its silent seal, long absent, Harold reappears at last,
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  Speaker 1: he of the breast, which fain no more would feel
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  Speaker 1: rung with the wounds, which kill not, but ne'er heal yet. Time,
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  Speaker 1: who changes all, had altered him in soul an aspect
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  Speaker 1: as in age years, steal fire from the mind, as
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  Speaker 1: vigor from the limb, and life's enchanted cup, but sparkles
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  Speaker 1: near the brim. His had been quafted too quickly, and
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  Speaker 1: he found the dregs were wormwood. But he filled again
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  Speaker 1: and from a purer fount on holier ground, and deemed
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  Speaker 1: its spring perpetual, but in vain. Still round him clung
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  Speaker 1: invisibly a chain which God forever fettering, though unseen, and heavy,
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  Speaker 1: though it clank, not worn with pain, which pined, although
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  Speaker 1: it spoke not and grew ki entering with every step
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  Speaker 1: he took through many a scene. Secure in guarded coldness,
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  Speaker 1: he had mixed again in Fancy's safety with his kind,
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  Speaker 1: and deemed his spirit now so firmly fixed and sheathed
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  Speaker 1: with an invulnerable mind, that if no joy, no sorrow,
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  Speaker 1: lurks behind, and he, as one might midst the many,
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  Speaker 1: stand unheeded, searching through the crowd to find fit speculation,
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  Speaker 1: such as in strange Land he found in wonder works
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  Speaker 1: of God and Nature's hand. But who can view the
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  Speaker 1: ripened rose, nor seek to wear it? Who can curiously
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  Speaker 1: behold the smoothness and the sheen of beauty's cheek, nor
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  Speaker 1: feel the heart can never all grow old? Who can
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  Speaker 1: contemplate fame through clouds, unfold the star which rises o'er
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  Speaker 1: her steep, nor climb Harold once more within the vortex
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  Speaker 1: rolled on with the giddy circle, chasing time, yet with
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  Speaker 1: a nobler aim than in his youth's fond prime. But
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  Speaker 1: soon he knew himself the most unfit of men to
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  Speaker 1: herd with man with whom he held little in common,
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  Speaker 1: untaught to submit his thoughts to others, though his soul
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  Speaker 1: was quelled in youth by his own thoughts. Still uncompelled,
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  Speaker 1: he would not yield dominion of his mind to spirits
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  Speaker 1: against whom his own rebelled. Proud though in desolation, which
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  Speaker 1: could find a life within itself to breathe without mankind
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  Speaker 1: where rose, the mountains there to him were friends, where
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  Speaker 1: rolled the ocean. Thereon was his home, where a blue
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  Speaker 1: sky and glowing clime extends. He had the passion and
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  Speaker 1: the power to roam the desert. Forest cavern breaker's foam
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  Speaker 1: were unto him. Companionship. They spake a mutual language clearer
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  Speaker 1: than the tomb of his land's tongue, which he would
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  Speaker 1: oft forsake for nature's pages. Glassed by sunbeams on the lake.
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  Speaker 1: Like the Chaldean, he could watch the stars till he
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  Speaker 1: had peopled them with beings bright as their own beams,
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  Speaker 1: and earth and earth born jars and human frailties were forgotten.
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  Speaker 1: Quite could he have kept his spirit to that flight
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  Speaker 1: he had been happy. But this clay will sink its
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  Speaker 1: spark immortal, envying it the light to which it mounts,
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  Speaker 1: as if to break the link that keeps us from
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  Speaker 1: yon heaven, which woos us to its brink. But in
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  Speaker 1: man's dwellings he became a thing restless and worn and
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  Speaker 1: stern and wearisome drooped as a wild born falcon with
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  Speaker 1: clipped wing, to whom the boundless air alone were home.
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  Speaker 1: Then came his fit again, which to oor come as
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  Speaker 1: eagerly the barred up bird will beat his breast and
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  Speaker 1: beak against his wiry dome, till the blood tinge his plumage,
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  Speaker 1: so the heat of his impeded soul would through his
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  Speaker 1: bosom eat. End of Section one, Section two of Child
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  Speaker 1: Harald's Pilgrimage Canco three by George Gordon, Lord Byron. This
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  Speaker 1: livery box recording is in the public domain. Stanzas sixteen
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  Speaker 1: to thirty six. Self exiled Harold wanders forth again, with
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  Speaker 1: naught of hope left, but with less of gloom, the
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  Speaker 1: very knowledge that he lived in vain that always over
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  Speaker 1: on this side the tomb has made despair a smilingness assume, which,
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  Speaker 1: though twere wild, as on the plundered wreck, when mariners
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  Speaker 1: would madly meet their doom with drafts in temperate on
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  Speaker 1: the sinking deck, did yet inspire a cheer which he
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  Speaker 1: forebore to check stop. For thy tread is on an
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  Speaker 1: empire's dust, an earthquake spoil is sepulchered. Below is the
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  Speaker 1: spot marked with no colossal bust, nor col trophied for
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  Speaker 1: triumphal show none, but the moral's truth tells simpler so
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  Speaker 1: as the ground was before. Thus Let it be how
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  Speaker 1: that red rain hath made the harvest grow? And is
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  Speaker 1: this all the world has gained by thee Thou first
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  Speaker 1: and last of fields kingmaking victory? And Harold stands upon
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  Speaker 1: this place of skulls, the grave of France, the deadly Waterloo.
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  Speaker 1: How in an hour the power which gave a nulls
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  Speaker 1: its gifts, transferring fame as fleeting two in pride of place.
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  Speaker 1: Here last the eagle flew, then tour with bloody talon
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  Speaker 1: the rent plane, pierced by the shaft of banded nations.
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  Speaker 1: Through Ambition's life and laborers, all were vain. He wears
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  Speaker 1: the shattered links of the world's broken chain fit retribution.
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  Speaker 1: Gore may chat the bits and foam in fetters, But
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  Speaker 1: is earth more free? Did nations combat to make one submit?
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  Speaker 1: Or lead to teach all kings true sovereignty? What shall
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  Speaker 1: reviving thraedom again be the patched up idle of enlightened days?
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  Speaker 1: Shall we who struck the lion down? Shall we pay
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  Speaker 1: the wolf homage proffering lowly gaze and servile knees to thrones?
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  Speaker 1: No prove before ye praise if not, or one fallen
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  Speaker 1: despot boasts no more in vain fair cheeks were furrowed
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  Speaker 1: with hot tears, for Europe's flowers long rooted up before
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  Speaker 1: the trampler of her vineyards. In vain years of death, depopulation, bondage,
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  Speaker 1: fears have all been borne and broken by the accord
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  Speaker 1: of rous'd up millions. All that most endears glory is
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  Speaker 1: when the myrtle wreaths a sword such as Harmodius drew
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  Speaker 1: on Athen's tyrant lord. There was a sound of revelry
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  Speaker 1: by night, and Belgian's capital had gathered. Then her beauty
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  Speaker 1: and her chivalry, and bright the lamp shone, or fair
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  Speaker 1: women and brave men. A thousand hearts beat happily, and
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  Speaker 1: when music arose with its voluptuous swell, soft eyes look
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  Speaker 1: love to eyes which spake again, and all went merry
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  Speaker 1: as a marriage bell. But hush, hark, a deep sound
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  Speaker 1: strikes like a rising knell. Did ye not hear it?
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  Speaker 1: No tis but the wind, or the car rattling, or
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  Speaker 1: the stony street. On with the dance. Let joy be unconfined,
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  Speaker 1: no sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meet to
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  Speaker 1: chase the glowing hours with flying feet. But hark, that
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  Speaker 1: heavy sound breaks in once more as if the clouds
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  Speaker 1: its echo would repeat, and nearer, clearer, deadlier than before.
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  Speaker 1: Arm arm It is. It is the cannon's opening roar
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  Speaker 1: within a windowed niche of that high hall, Saint Brunswick's
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  Speaker 1: fated chieftain. He did hear that sound the first amid
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  Speaker 1: the festival, and caught its tone with death's prophetic ear.
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  Speaker 1: And when they smiled, because he deemed it near his heart,
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  Speaker 1: more truly knew that peal too well, which stretched his
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  Speaker 1: father on a bloody beer, and rouse the vengeance blood
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  Speaker 1: alone could quell. He rushed into the field, and foremost
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  Speaker 1: fighting fell. Ah. Then there was a hurrying to and
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  Speaker 1: fro and gathering tears and tremblings of distress, and cheeks
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  Speaker 1: all pale which but an hour ago blushed at the
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  Speaker 1: praise of their own lovely nests. And there were sudden
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  Speaker 1: partings such as press the life from out young hearts,
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  Speaker 1: and choking sighs, which ne'er might be repeated. Who would
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  Speaker 1: guess if ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since
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  Speaker 1: upon knights so sweet, such awful morn could rise. And
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  Speaker 1: there was mounting in hot haste, the steed, the mustering squadron,
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  Speaker 1: and the clattering car went pouring forward with impetuous speed
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  Speaker 1: and swiftly forming in the ranks of war, and the
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  Speaker 1: deep thunder peel on peel Afar, and near the beats
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  Speaker 1: of the alarming drum roused up the soldier ere the
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  Speaker 1: morning star, while throng the citizens with terror, dumb or
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  Speaker 1: whispering with white lips. The foe they come, they come,
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  Speaker 1: and wild and high the camerons gathering rose the worn
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  Speaker 1: out of Lockeel, which Albin's hills have heard, and heard
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  Speaker 1: too have her saxon foes. How in the noon of
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  Speaker 1: night that peabrock thrills savage and shrill, but with the
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  Speaker 1: breath which fills their mountain pipe, so fill the mountaineers
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  Speaker 1: with the fierce native daring, which instills the stirring memory
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  Speaker 1: of a thousand years. And evans Donald's fame rings in
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  Speaker 1: each clansman's ears, and ardends waves above them. Her green
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  Speaker 1: leaves dewy with nature's tear drops. As they pass, grieving
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  Speaker 1: if aught inanimate, e'er grieves o'er the unreturning brave alas
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  Speaker 1: ere evening to be trodden like the grass which now
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  Speaker 1: beneath them, but above shall grow in its next verdure,
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  Speaker 1: when this fiery mass of living valor, rolling on the
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  Speaker 1: foe and burning with high hope, shall molder cold and low.
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  Speaker 1: Last noon beheld them full of lusty life. Last eve
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  Speaker 1: in Beauty's circle, proudly gay. The midnight brought the signal
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  Speaker 1: sound of strife, the morn, the marshaling in arms. The
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  Speaker 1: day battles magnificently, stern array, the thunder clouds close o'er it, which,
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  Speaker 1: when rent, the earth is covered thick with other clay,
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  Speaker 1: which her own clay shall cover. Heat and pent rider
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  Speaker 1: and horse friend foe in one red burial blent. Their
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  Speaker 1: praise is himmed by loftier harps than mine. Yet one
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  Speaker 1: I would select from that proud throng, partly because they
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  Speaker 1: blend me with his line, and partly that I did
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  Speaker 1: his sire some wrong, and partly that bright names will
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  Speaker 1: hallow song, and his was of the bravest, And when
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  Speaker 1: showered the death bolt's deadliest, the thinned files along, even
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  Speaker 1: where the thickest of war's tempest lowered, they reach no
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  Speaker 1: nobler breast than thine, young gallant Howard. There have been
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  Speaker 1: tears and breaking hearts for them, and mine were nothing
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  Speaker 1: had I such to give. But when I stood beneath
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  Speaker 1: the fresh green tree, which living waves, where thou didt
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  Speaker 1: cease to live, and saw around me the wild field
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  Speaker 1: revive with fruits and fertile promise, and the spring come
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  Speaker 1: forth her work of gladness to contrive, with all her
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  Speaker 1: reckless birds upon the wing. I turned from all she
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  Speaker 1: brought to those she could not bring. I turned to
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  Speaker 1: thee two thousands, of whom each and one as all
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  Speaker 1: a ghastly gap did make in his own kind and kindred,
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  Speaker 1: whom to teach forgetfulness were mercy for their sake. The
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  Speaker 1: archangel's trump, not glories, must awake those whom they thirst for.
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  Speaker 1: Though the sound of fame may for a moment's sooth,
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  Speaker 1: it cannot slake the fever of vain longing, and the
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  Speaker 1: name so honored, but assumes a stronger bitterer claim. They mourn,
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  Speaker 1: but smile at length, and smiling mourn, the tree will
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  Speaker 1: wither long before it fall. The hull drives on, though
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  Speaker 1: masts and sails be torn. The roof tree sinks, but
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  Speaker 1: molders on the hall in massy hoariness. The ruined wall
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  Speaker 1: stands when its wind worn battlements are gone, the bar
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  Speaker 1: survive the captive they in thrall the day drags through
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  Speaker 1: those storms keep out the sun, and thus the heart
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  Speaker 1: will break. Yet broken, thee live on E'en as a
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  Speaker 1: broken mirror, which the glass in every fragment multiplies and
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  Speaker 1: makes a thousand in images a one that was the same.
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  Speaker 1: And still the more the more it breaks, And thus
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  Speaker 1: the heart will do which not forsakes. Living in shattered guise,
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  Speaker 1: and still and cold and bloodless, with its sleepless sorrow aches,
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  Speaker 1: yet withers on till all without is old, showing no
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  Speaker 1: visible sign, for such things are untold. There is a
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  Speaker 1: very life in our despair, vitality of poison, a quick
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  Speaker 1: root which fees these deadly branches, for it were as
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  Speaker 1: nothing did we die. But life will suit itself to
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  Speaker 1: sorrow's most detested fruit, like to the apples on the
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  Speaker 1: dead sea shore, all ashes to the taste. Did man
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  Speaker 1: compute existence by enjoyment? And count or such hours gained
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  Speaker 1: years of life? Say? Would he name three score the
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  Speaker 1: Psalmist numbered out the years of man? They are enough?
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  Speaker 1: And if thy tale be true, thou who didst grudge
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  Speaker 1: him in that fleeting span, more than enough thou fatal waterloo.
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  Speaker 1: Millions of tongues record thee, and anew their children's lips
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  Speaker 1: shall echo them, and say here where the sword united
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  Speaker 1: nations drew? Our countrymen were warring on that day. And
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  Speaker 1: this is much and all which will not pass away.
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  Speaker 1: There sunk the greatest nor the worst of men, whose
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  Speaker 1: spirit antithetically mixed one moment of the mightiest, and again
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  Speaker 1: on little objects, with like firmness fixed extreme in all things,
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  Speaker 1: hadst thou been betwixt thy throne had still been thine
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  Speaker 1: or never been, for daring made thy rise as full
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  Speaker 1: thou seekest even now to reassume the imperial mean and
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  Speaker 1: shake again the world. The thunderer of the scene end
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  Speaker 1: of section two, Section three of Child Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto
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  Speaker 1: three by George Gordon Lord Byron. This livery box recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. Stanzas thirty seven to fifty five,
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  Speaker 1: Conqueror and Captive of the Earth? Art thou? She trembles
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  Speaker 1: at thee still, And thy wild name was ne'er more
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  Speaker 1: bruted in men's minds than now that Thou art nothing
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  Speaker 1: save the jest of fame. Who would thee once thy vassal,
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  Speaker 1: and became the flatterer of thy fierceness, till thou wert
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  Speaker 1: a god unto thyself, nor less the same to the
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  Speaker 1: astounded kingdoms, all inert, who deem thee for a time,
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  Speaker 1: whate'er thou didst assert, oh more or less the man
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  Speaker 1: in high or low, battling with nations flying from the field,
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  Speaker 1: now making monarch's next thy footstool, now more than thy
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  Speaker 1: meanest soldiers taught to yield an empire, Thou couldst crush, command, rebuild,
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  Speaker 1: but govern not thy pettiest passion, Nor however deeply in
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  Speaker 1: men's spirits, skill'd look through thine own nor curb the
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  Speaker 1: lust of war, nor learn that tempted fate will leave
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  Speaker 1: the loftiest star. Yet well thy soul hath brook the
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  Speaker 1: turning tide with that untaught, innate philosophy, which be it wisdom, coldness,
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  Speaker 1: or deep pride, is gall and wormwood to an enemy.
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  Speaker 1: When the whole host of hatred stood hard by to
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  Speaker 1: watch a mockley shrinking, thou hast smiled with a sedate
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  Speaker 1: and all enduring eye. When fortune fled her spoiled and
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  Speaker 1: favorite child, he stood unbowed beneath the ills upon him
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  Speaker 1: piled sager than in thy fortunes. For in them ambitions
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  Speaker 1: steal'd thee on too far to show that just habitual
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  Speaker 1: scorn which could contemn men and their thoughts, twas wise
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  Speaker 1: to feel not so to wear it on thy lip
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  Speaker 1: and brow, and spurned the instruments thou wert to use
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  Speaker 1: till they were turned unto Thine overthrow. Tis but a
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  Speaker 1: worthless world to win or lose. So hath it proved
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  Speaker 1: to thee and all such lots who choose, if like
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  Speaker 1: a tower upon a headland rock, thou hadst been made
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  Speaker 1: to stand or fall alone. Such scorn of man had
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  Speaker 1: helped to brave the shock. But men's thoughts were the
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  Speaker 1: steps which pave Thy throne, their admiration, thy best weapons
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  Speaker 1: shown the part of Philip's son was thine. Not then,
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  Speaker 1: unless aside thy purple had been thrown like stern Diogenes
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  Speaker 1: to mock at men, for sceptred cynics Earth were far
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  Speaker 1: too wide. A dead but quiet two quick bosoms is
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  Speaker 1: a hell, and there have been thy bane. There is
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  Speaker 1: a fire and motion of the soul which will not
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  Speaker 1: dwell in its own narrow being. But aspire beyond the
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  Speaker 1: fitting medium of desire, and but once kindled, quenchless evermore
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  Speaker 1: praise upon high adventure, nor can tire of aught, but
• 27:25
  Speaker 1: rest a fever at the core, fatal to him who bears,
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  Speaker 1: to all who ever bore. This makes the madmen who
• 27:36
  Speaker 1: have made men mad by their contagion, conquerors and kings,
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  Speaker 1: founders of sex, and systems to whom add sophest barred statesmen,
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  Speaker 1: all unquiet things which stir too strongly the soul's secret springs,
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  Speaker 1: and are themselves the fools to those they fall envied.
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  Speaker 1: Yet how unamviable what stings are theirs? One breast laid
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  Speaker 1: open were a school which would unteach mankind the lust
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  Speaker 1: to shine or rule. Their breath is agitation, and their
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  Speaker 1: life a storm, whereon they ride to sink at last.
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  Speaker 1: And yet so nursed and bigoted to strife, that should
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  Speaker 1: their days surviving perils past melt too calm twilight, they
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  Speaker 1: feel overcast with sorrow and supineness, and so die even
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  Speaker 1: as a flame unfed, which runs to waste with its
• 28:39
  Speaker 1: own flickering, or a sword laid by which eats into
• 28:43
  Speaker 1: itself and rusts ingloriously. He who ascends to mountaintops, shall
• 28:51
  Speaker 1: find that the loftiest peaks, most wrapped in clouds and snow.
• 28:56
  Speaker 1: He who surpasses or subdues mankind must look down on
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  Speaker 1: the height of those below. Though high above the sun
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  Speaker 1: of glory glow, and far beneath the earth and ocean.
• 29:12
  Speaker 1: Spread round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow contending
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  Speaker 1: tempests on his naked head. And thus reward the toils
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  Speaker 1: which to those summits lead away. With these true Wisdom's
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  Speaker 1: world will be within its own creation, or in Thine
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  Speaker 1: maternal nature. For who teams like thee. Thus on the
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  Speaker 1: banks of thy majestic rhine, there Harald gazes on a
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  Speaker 1: work divine, a blending of all beauties, streams and dells, fruit, foliage,
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  Speaker 1: crag wood, a cornfield, mountain, vine, and chiefless castles, breathing
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  Speaker 1: stern farewells from gray but leafy walls, where ruin greenly dwells.
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  Speaker 1: And there they stand as stands, a lofty mind, worn
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  Speaker 1: but unstooping to the baser crowd, or tenantless save to
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  Speaker 1: the crannying wind, or holding dark communion with the cloud.
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  Speaker 1: There was a day when they were young and proud,
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  Speaker 1: banners on high, and battles passed below. But they who
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  Speaker 1: fort are in a bloody shroud, and those which waved
• 30:34
  Speaker 1: are shredless dust ere now, and the bleak battlements shall
• 30:38
  Speaker 1: bear no future blow. Beneath these battlements, within those walls,
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  Speaker 1: power dwelt amidst her passions in proud state. Each robber
• 30:51
  Speaker 1: chief upheld his armed halls, doing his evil will, Nor
• 30:56
  Speaker 1: less elate than mightier heroes of a longer date. What
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  Speaker 1: want these outlaws conquerors should have but History's purchase page
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  Speaker 1: to call them great, a wider space, an ornamented grave.
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  Speaker 1: Their hopes were not less warm, Their souls were full
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  Speaker 1: as brave in their baronial feuds and single fields. What
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  Speaker 1: deeds of prowess unrecorded died, and love which lent a
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  Speaker 1: blazon to their shields, with emblems well devised by amorous pride,
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  Speaker 1: through all the male of iron hearts would glide. But
• 31:38
  Speaker 1: still their flame was fierceness, and drew on keen contest
• 31:43
  Speaker 1: and destruction near allied, and many a tower for some
• 31:48
  Speaker 1: fair mischief. One saw the discolored rhine beneath its ruined run,
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  Speaker 1: But thou exalting and abounding river, making thy waves a
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  Speaker 1: blessing as they flow through banks whose beauty would endure forever.
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  Speaker 1: Could man but leave thy bright creation so nor its
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  Speaker 1: fair promise from the surface mow with the sharp scythe
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  Speaker 1: of conflict. Then to see thy valley of sweet waters
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  Speaker 1: were to know earth paved like heaven, and to seem
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  Speaker 1: such to me even now? What wants thy stream that
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  Speaker 1: it should lethee be? A thousand battles have assailed thy banks,
• 32:36
  Speaker 1: But these and half their fame have passed away, and
• 32:40
  Speaker 1: slaughter heaped on hithe his weltering ranks. Their very graves
• 32:45
  Speaker 1: are gone, and what are they? Thy tide washed down
• 32:49
  Speaker 1: the blood of yesterday, and all was stainless. And on
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  Speaker 1: thy clear stream glassed with its dancing light the sunny ray.
• 32:59
  Speaker 1: But more of the blackened memories, blighting dream Thy waves
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  Speaker 1: would vainly roll or sweeping as they seem. Thus Harold
• 33:10
  Speaker 1: in Ley said, and passed along, yet not insensible to
• 33:14
  Speaker 1: all which here awoke the jockun birds to early song
• 33:19
  Speaker 1: in glens, which might have made e exiled deer, though
• 33:24
  Speaker 1: on his brow were graven lines, austeer and tranquil sternness,
• 33:29
  Speaker 1: which had tained the place of feelings firier, far but
• 33:34
  Speaker 1: less severe. Joy was not always absent from his face,
• 33:39
  Speaker 1: but or it in such scenes would steal with transient trace.
• 33:46
  Speaker 1: Nor was all love shut from him, though his days
• 33:50
  Speaker 1: of passion had consumed themselves to dust. It is in
• 33:54
  Speaker 1: vain that we would coldly gaze on such a smile
• 33:58
  Speaker 1: upon us. The heart must leap kindly back to kindness,
• 34:03
  Speaker 1: though disgust hath weaned it from all worldlings. Thus he felt,
• 34:10
  Speaker 1: for there were soft remembrance and sweet trust in one
• 34:14
  Speaker 1: fond breast, to which his own would melt, and in
• 34:18
  Speaker 1: its tenderer hour, on that his bosom dwelt, and he
• 34:24
  Speaker 1: had learn'd to love. I know not why, for this
• 34:28
  Speaker 1: in such as him seems strange of mood, the helpless
• 34:32
  Speaker 1: looks of blooming infancy, even in its earliest nurture. What
• 34:38
  Speaker 1: subdu'd to change like this? A mind so far imbued
• 34:43
  Speaker 1: with scorn of man, it little boots to know. But
• 34:47
  Speaker 1: thus it was, And though in solitude small power, the
• 34:51
  Speaker 1: nipp'd affections have to grow in him. This glowed when
• 34:56
  Speaker 1: all beside had ceased to glow. And there was one
• 35:02
  Speaker 1: soft breast, as hath been said, which unto his was
• 35:06
  Speaker 1: bound by stronger ties than the church links withal, And
• 35:11
  Speaker 1: though unwed, that love was pure, and far above disguise,
• 35:17
  Speaker 1: had stood the test of mortal enmities, still undivided and
• 35:22
  Speaker 1: cemented more by peril, dreaded most in female eyes. But
• 35:28
  Speaker 1: this was firm, and from a foreign shore, well to
• 35:32
  Speaker 1: that heart might his these absent greetings pour The castled
• 35:39
  Speaker 1: crag of Drachenfels frowns o'er the wide and winding rhine,
• 35:44
  Speaker 1: whose breast of waters broadly swells between the banks which
• 35:49
  Speaker 1: bear the vine, and hills all rich with blossomed trees
• 35:54
  Speaker 1: and fields which promised corn and wine, and scattered cities
• 35:59
  Speaker 1: crowning thee whose far white walls along them shine, have
• 36:04
  Speaker 1: strewed a scene which I should see with double joy.
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  Speaker 1: Wert thou with me. And peasant girls with deep blue
• 36:14
  Speaker 1: eyes and hands which offer early flowers, walk smiling o'er
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  Speaker 1: this paradise. Above the frequent feudal towers, through green leaves
• 36:24
  Speaker 1: lift their walls of gray, and many a rock which
• 36:28
  Speaker 1: steeply lowers and noble arch in proud decay. Look all
• 36:33
  Speaker 1: this veil of vintage bowers. But one thing want These
• 36:38
  Speaker 1: banks of rihine, thy gentle hand to clasp in mine.
• 36:44
  Speaker 1: I send the lilies given to me, though long before
• 36:48
  Speaker 1: thy hand they touch. I know that they must wither
• 36:51
  Speaker 1: it be, But yet reject them not as such, For
• 36:56
  Speaker 1: I have cherished them as dear, because they yet may
• 36:59
  Speaker 1: me eat thine eye and guide thy soul to mine
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  Speaker 1: e'en here when thou behold them drooping nigh, and knowest
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  Speaker 1: them gathered by the rhine, and offered from my heart
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  Speaker 1: to thine. The river nobly foams and flows. The charm
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  Speaker 1: of this enchanted ground, and all its thousand turns disclose
• 37:23
  Speaker 1: some fresher beauty, varying round thy haughtiest breast, Its wish
• 37:29
  Speaker 1: might bound through life to dwell delighted here. Nor could
• 37:33
  Speaker 1: on earth a spot be found to nature and to
• 37:37
  Speaker 1: me so dear could thy dear eyes, in following mine
• 37:42
  Speaker 1: still sweeten more these banks of rhine. End of section three,
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  Speaker 1: Section four of Child Herald's Pilgrimage Canto III by George
• 38:02
  Speaker 1: Gordon Lord Byron. This liveryvox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Stanzas fifty six to seventy five by Coblens. On a
• 38:16
  Speaker 1: rise of gentle ground, there is a small and simple pyramid,
• 38:21
  Speaker 1: crowning the summits of the verdant mound beneath its base.
• 38:26
  Speaker 1: Our hero's ashes hid our enemies. But let not that
• 38:31
  Speaker 1: forbid honor to Marcieur, or whose early tomb tears, big
• 38:38
  Speaker 1: tears gushed from the rough soldier's lid, lamenting and yet envying,
• 38:44
  Speaker 1: such a doom falling for France, whose rights he battled
• 38:49
  Speaker 1: to resume. Brief, brave and glorious was his young career.
• 38:56
  Speaker 1: His mourners were two hosts, his friends and foes. And fitly,
• 39:01
  Speaker 1: may the stranger lingering here pray for his gallant spirits
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  Speaker 1: bright repose, For he was Freedom's champion, one of those
• 39:12
  Speaker 1: the few in number who had not or stepped the
• 39:16
  Speaker 1: charter two chastise which she bestows on such as wield
• 39:21
  Speaker 1: her weapons. He had kept the whiteness of his soul,
• 39:26
  Speaker 1: and thus men o'er him wept here eron Breitstein, with
• 39:33
  Speaker 1: her shattered wall black, with the miner's blast upon her height,
• 39:38
  Speaker 1: yet shows of what she was when shell and ball,
• 39:42
  Speaker 1: rebounding idly on her strength, did light a tower of victory.
• 39:49
  Speaker 1: From whence the flight of baffled foes was watched along
• 39:53
  Speaker 1: the plain. But peace destroyed what war could never blight,
• 39:58
  Speaker 1: and laid those proud roofs bear to summer's rain on
• 40:03
  Speaker 1: which the iron shower for years had poured in vain.
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  Speaker 1: Adieu to thee fair Riine, how long delighted the stranger
• 40:14
  Speaker 1: fame would linger on his way. Thine is a scene
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  Speaker 1: alike where souls united or lonely contemplation Thus might stray,
• 40:25
  Speaker 1: and could the ceaseless vultures cease to prey on self
• 40:29
  Speaker 1: condemning bosoms? It were here where nature not too somber,
• 40:34
  Speaker 1: nor too gay, wild, but not rude, awful, yet not
• 40:39
  Speaker 1: austeer is to the mellow earth as autumn to the year.
• 40:46
  Speaker 1: Adieu to thee again a vein adieu. There can be
• 40:50
  Speaker 1: no farewell to seem like thine. The mind is colored
• 40:55
  Speaker 1: by thy every hue, And if reluctantly the eyes resign
• 41:00
  Speaker 1: their cherish gaze upon thee lovely Rhine tis with the
• 41:06
  Speaker 1: thankful glance of parting praise. More mighty spots may rise,
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  Speaker 1: more glaring shine, but none unite in one attaching maze,
• 41:17
  Speaker 1: the brilliant, fair and soft, the glories of all days,
• 41:24
  Speaker 1: the negligently grand, the fruitful bloom of coming ripeness, the
• 41:29
  Speaker 1: white city's sheen, the rolling stream, the precipices gloom, the
• 41:35
  Speaker 1: forest's growth, and gothic walls between the wild rock, shaped
• 41:40
  Speaker 1: as they had turrets been in mockery of man's art,
• 41:45
  Speaker 1: And these withal a race of faces, happy as the scene,
• 41:50
  Speaker 1: whose fertile bounties here extend to all still springing o'er
• 41:56
  Speaker 1: thy banks, though empires near them fall, But these recede
• 42:03
  Speaker 1: Above me are the out the palaces of nature, whose
• 42:08
  Speaker 1: vast walls have pinnacled in cloud, their snowy skulp, and
• 42:13
  Speaker 1: throned eternity, in icy halls of cold sublimity, where forms
• 42:19
  Speaker 1: and falls the appalanche, the thunderbolt of snow. All that
• 42:25
  Speaker 1: expands the spirit yet appalls, gathers around these summits, as
• 42:30
  Speaker 1: to show how earth may pierce to heaven. Yet the
• 42:35
  Speaker 1: vain man below. But ere these matchless heights I dare
• 42:41
  Speaker 1: to scan. There is a spot should not be passed
• 42:45
  Speaker 1: in vain. Moreat the proud, the patriot field, where man
• 42:52
  Speaker 1: may gaze on ghastly trophies of the slain, nor blush
• 42:56
  Speaker 1: for those who conquered on that plain. Here Burgundy bequeath'd
• 43:02
  Speaker 1: his tombless host, a bony heap. Through ages too, remain
• 43:08
  Speaker 1: themselves their monument, the Stygian coast unsepulchered, they roam'd and shrieked,
• 43:16
  Speaker 1: each wandering ghost. While Waterloo with Kana's carnage viz. Moreat
• 43:24
  Speaker 1: and Marathon twin names, shall stand. They were true glories,
• 43:29
  Speaker 1: stainless victories won by the unambitious heart and hand of
• 43:35
  Speaker 1: a proud, brotherly and civic band, all unbought champions, in
• 43:41
  Speaker 1: no princely cause of vicentail corruption. They no land doomed
• 43:47
  Speaker 1: to bewail the blasphemy of laws making king's rights divine
• 43:53
  Speaker 1: by some draconian claus. By a lone wall, a lonely
• 44:00
  Speaker 1: column rears, a gray and grief worn aspect of old days,
• 44:05
  Speaker 1: tis the last remnant of the wreck of years, and
• 44:09
  Speaker 1: looks as with the wild, bewildered gaze of one to stone,
• 44:14
  Speaker 1: converted by a maze, yet still with consciousness, And there
• 44:20
  Speaker 1: it stands, making a marvel that it not decays. When
• 44:25
  Speaker 1: the coeval pride of human hands leveled a venticum hath
• 44:30
  Speaker 1: strewed her subject lands, And there, oh, sweet and sacred,
• 44:37
  Speaker 1: be the name Julia, the daughter the devoted gave her
• 44:43
  Speaker 1: youth to Heaven, her heart beneath a claim nearest to
• 44:47
  Speaker 1: Heaven's broke or a father's grave. Justice is sworn gainst tears,
• 44:54
  Speaker 1: and hers would crave the life she lived in. But
• 44:58
  Speaker 1: the judge was just, and then she died on him
• 45:02
  Speaker 1: she could not save. Their tomb was simple and without
• 45:06
  Speaker 1: a bust, and held within their urn, one mind, one heart,
• 45:12
  Speaker 1: one dust. But these are deeds which should not pass away,
• 45:18
  Speaker 1: and names that must not wither. Though the earth forgets
• 45:22
  Speaker 1: her empires with a just decay. The enslavers and the
• 45:27
  Speaker 1: enslaved their death and birth. The high the mountain, majesty
• 45:33
  Speaker 1: of worth, should be and shall survivor of its woe
• 45:38
  Speaker 1: and from its immortality. Look forth in the sun's face,
• 45:43
  Speaker 1: like yonder alpine snow, imperishably pure, beyond all things below.
• 45:52
  Speaker 1: Late Lehman woos me with its crystal face, the mirror
• 45:56
  Speaker 1: where the stars and mountains view, the stillness of their
• 46:00
  Speaker 1: aspect in each trace, its clear depth yields of their
• 46:05
  Speaker 1: far height and hue. There is too much of man
• 46:09
  Speaker 1: here to look through with a fit mind, the might
• 46:13
  Speaker 1: which I behold. But soon in me shall loneliness renew
• 46:19
  Speaker 1: thoughts hid, but not less cherished than of old ere
• 46:24
  Speaker 1: mingling with the herd ad pem me in their fold.
• 46:29
  Speaker 1: To fly from need not be to hate mankind. All
• 46:34
  Speaker 1: are not fit with them to stir and toil. Nor
• 46:38
  Speaker 1: is it discontent to keep the mind deep in its fountain,
• 46:42
  Speaker 1: lest over boil in one hot throng, where we become
• 46:47
  Speaker 1: the spoil of our infection, till too late and long
• 46:52
  Speaker 1: we may deplore and struggle with the coil, in wretched
• 46:57
  Speaker 1: interchange of wrong for wrong. It's a contentious world, striving
• 47:02
  Speaker 1: where none are strong. There in a moment we may
• 47:08
  Speaker 1: plunge our years in fatal penitence, and in the blight
• 47:13
  Speaker 1: of our own soul, turn all our blood to tears,
• 47:17
  Speaker 1: and color things to come with hues of night. The
• 47:21
  Speaker 1: race of life becomes a hopeless flight to those that
• 47:25
  Speaker 1: walk in darkness on the sea, the baldest steer, but
• 47:30
  Speaker 1: where their ports invite, but there are wanderers, or eternity
• 47:36
  Speaker 1: whose bark drives on and on, and anchored ne'er shall be.
• 47:43
  Speaker 1: Is it not better then to be alone and love
• 47:46
  Speaker 1: earth only for its earthly sake? By the blue rushing
• 47:51
  Speaker 1: of the arrowy rhone, or the pure bosom of its
• 47:55
  Speaker 1: nursing lake, which feeds it as a mother who doth
• 47:59
  Speaker 1: make a fair but forward infant her own care, kissing
• 48:04
  Speaker 1: its cries away as these awake? Is it not better
• 48:09
  Speaker 1: thus our lives to wear and join the crushing crowd,
• 48:14
  Speaker 1: doomed to inflict or bear. I live not in myself,
• 48:21
  Speaker 1: but I become portion of that around me and to me.
• 48:26
  Speaker 1: High mountains are a feeling, but the hum of human
• 48:30
  Speaker 1: cities torture. I can see nothing to loathe in nature,
• 48:35
  Speaker 1: save to be a link reluctant in a fleshly chain
• 48:40
  Speaker 1: classed among creatures, when the soul can flee, and with
• 48:45
  Speaker 1: the sky the peak, the heaving plane of ocean, or
• 48:49
  Speaker 1: the stars mingle and not in vain, And thus I
• 48:56
  Speaker 1: am absorbed, And this is life. I look upon the
• 49:00
  Speaker 1: people desert past as on a place of agony and strife,
• 49:05
  Speaker 1: where for some sin to sorrow I was cast to
• 49:10
  Speaker 1: act and suffer, but remount at last with a fresh pinion,
• 49:15
  Speaker 1: which I felt to spring, though young, yet waxing, vigorous
• 49:20
  Speaker 1: as the blast which it would cope with on delighted wing,
• 49:25
  Speaker 1: spurning the clay cold bonds which round our being cling,
• 49:31
  Speaker 1: And when at length the mind shall all be free
• 49:35
  Speaker 1: from what it hates in this degraded form, reft of
• 49:39
  Speaker 1: its carnal life. Save what shall be existence happier in
• 49:45
  Speaker 1: the fly and worm, when elements to elements conform, and
• 49:51
  Speaker 1: dust is as it should be. Shall I not feel
• 49:54
  Speaker 1: all I see less dazzling, but more warm the body thought,
• 50:01
  Speaker 1: the spirit of each spot of which even now I
• 50:05
  Speaker 1: share at times the immortal lot. Are not the mountains,
• 50:11
  Speaker 1: waves and skies a part of me and of my
• 50:15
  Speaker 1: soul as I of them? Is not the love of
• 50:19
  Speaker 1: these deep in my heart with a pure passion? Should
• 50:24
  Speaker 1: I not contemn or objects if compared with these, and
• 50:29
  Speaker 1: stemmer tide of suffering, rather than forego such feelings for
• 50:34
  Speaker 1: the hard and worldly phlegm of those whose eyes are
• 50:38
  Speaker 1: only turned below, gazing upon the ground with thoughts which
• 50:44
  Speaker 1: dare not glow. End of section four Section five of
• 50:56
  Speaker 1: Child Herald's Pilgrimage, Canto three by George Gordon Lord Byron.
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  Speaker 1: This LibriVox recording is in the public domain Stanzas seventy
• 51:09
  Speaker 1: six to ninety seven. But this is not my theme,
• 51:16
  Speaker 1: And I return to that which is immediate, and require
• 51:21
  Speaker 1: those who find contemplation in the urn to look on
• 51:25
  Speaker 1: one whose dust was once all fire. A native of
• 51:30
  Speaker 1: the land where I respire the clear air for a while,
• 51:35
  Speaker 1: a passing guest, where he became a being whose desire
• 51:41
  Speaker 1: was to be glorious. Twas a foolish quest the witch
• 51:45
  Speaker 1: to gain and keep. He sacrificed all rest here, the
• 51:51
  Speaker 1: self torturing sophist. While Rousseau, the apostle of affliction, He
• 51:57
  Speaker 1: who threw enchantment over passion, and from woe wrung overwhelming eloquence,
• 52:04
  Speaker 1: first drew the breath which made him wretched. Yet he
• 52:08
  Speaker 1: knew how to make madness beautiful and cast or erring
• 52:13
  Speaker 1: deeds and thoughts a heavenly hue of words, like sunbeams,
• 52:19
  Speaker 1: dazzling as they passed. The eyes which o'er them shed
• 52:24
  Speaker 1: tears feelingly and fast. His love was passion's essence, as
• 52:31
  Speaker 1: a tree on fire by lightning, with ethereal flame kindled,
• 52:37
  Speaker 1: he was and blasted for to be thus and enamored
• 52:43
  Speaker 1: were in him the same. But his was not the
• 52:47
  Speaker 1: love of living dame, nor of the dead who rise
• 52:51
  Speaker 1: upon our dreams, but of ideal beauty, which became in
• 52:56
  Speaker 1: him existence and or flowing teeth along his burning page. Distempered,
• 53:04
  Speaker 1: though it seems, this breathe itself to life in Julie.
• 53:10
  Speaker 1: This invested her with all that wild and sweet, this
• 53:15
  Speaker 1: sallow too, the memorable kiss which every morn his fevered
• 53:21
  Speaker 1: lip would greet from hers, who, but with friendship his
• 53:25
  Speaker 1: would meet. But to that gentle touch, through brain and
• 53:30
  Speaker 1: breast flashed the thrilled spirits loved, devouring heat in that
• 53:36
  Speaker 1: absorbing sigh. Perchance more blessed than vulgar minds may be,
• 53:42
  Speaker 1: with all they seek possessed. His life was one long
• 53:47
  Speaker 1: war with self, sought foes or friends, by him self banished,
• 53:53
  Speaker 1: for his mind had grown suspicions sanctuary, and chose for
• 53:59
  Speaker 1: its own sacrifice the kind gainst whom he raged with fury,
• 54:04
  Speaker 1: strange and blind. But he was frenzied. Wherefore who may know?
• 54:11
  Speaker 1: Since cause might be which skill could never find. But
• 54:15
  Speaker 1: he was frenzied by disease or woe to that worse
• 54:20
  Speaker 1: pitch of all which wears a reasoning show. For then
• 54:25
  Speaker 1: he was inspired, and from him came, as from the
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  Speaker 1: Pythian's mystic cave of Yore, those oracles which set the
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  Speaker 1: world in flame, nor cease to burn. Till kingdoms were
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  Speaker 1: no more? Did he not this? For France, which lay
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  Speaker 1: before bowed to the inborn tyranny of years, broken and
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  Speaker 1: trembling to the yoke she bore till by the voice
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  Speaker 1: of him and his compeers roused up to too much
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  Speaker 1: wrath which follows or grow their own fears. They made
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  Speaker 1: themselves a fearful monument, the wreck of old opinions, things
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  Speaker 1: which grew breathed from the birth of time. The veil
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  Speaker 1: they rent, and what behind it lay all earth shall view.
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  Speaker 1: But good with ill they also overthrew, leaving but ruins
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  Speaker 1: wherewith to rebuild upon the same foundation, and renew dungeons
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  Speaker 1: and thrones, which the same hour refilled as heretofore, because
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  Speaker 1: ambition was self willed. But this will not endure nor
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  Speaker 1: be endured. Mankind have felt their strength and made it
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  Speaker 1: felt they might have used it better, But allured by
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  Speaker 1: their new vigor, sternly have they dealt on one another.
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  Speaker 1: Pity ceased to melt with her once natural charities. But
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  Speaker 1: they who in oppression's darkness caved, had dwelt. They were
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  Speaker 1: not eagles nourished with the day. What marble. Then at
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  Speaker 1: times if they mistook their prey. What deep wounds ever
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  Speaker 1: closed without a scar? The hearts bleat longest, and but
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  Speaker 1: heal to wear that which disfigures it. And they who
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  Speaker 1: wore with their own hopes and have been vanquished, bear
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  Speaker 1: silence but not submission. In his lair, fixed passion holds
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  Speaker 1: his breath until the hour which shall atone. For years,
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  Speaker 1: none need despair. It came, it cometh, and will come
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  Speaker 1: the power to punish or forgive. In one we shall
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  Speaker 1: be slower, clear pla acid lehmann. Thy contrasted lake with
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  Speaker 1: the wild world I dwelt in is a thing which
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  Speaker 1: warns me with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters
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  Speaker 1: for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a
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  Speaker 1: noiseless wing to waft me from distraction. Once I loved
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  Speaker 1: torn ocean's roar. But thy soft murmuring sounds sweet, as
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  Speaker 1: if a sister's voice reproved that I with stern delights,
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  Speaker 1: should e'er have been so moved. It is the hush
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  Speaker 1: of night, and all between thy margins and the mountains
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  Speaker 1: dusk yet clear, mellowed and mingling, yet distinctly seen, save
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  Speaker 1: darkened Jura, whose capped heights appear precipitously steep and drawing
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  Speaker 1: near there breathe. There's a living fragrance from the shore
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  Speaker 1: of flowers, yet fresh with childhood. On the ear drops
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  Speaker 1: the light drip of the suspended oar, or chirps the grasshopper.
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  Speaker 1: One good night, Carol Moore. He is an evening reveler
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  Speaker 1: who makes his life an infancy and sings his fill.
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  Speaker 1: At intervals. Some bird from out the breaks starts into
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  Speaker 1: voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating
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  Speaker 1: whisper on the hill. But that is fancy for the
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  Speaker 1: starlight jews, or silently their tears of love in still
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  Speaker 1: weeping themselves away, till they infuse deep into Nature's breast
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  Speaker 1: the spirit of her hues, Ye stars, which are the
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  Speaker 1: poetry of heaven. If in your bright leaves we would
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  Speaker 1: read the fate of men and empires, tis to be
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  Speaker 1: forgiven that in our aspirations to be great our destinies,
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  Speaker 1: or leap their mortal state and claim a kindred with you,
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  Speaker 1: For ye are a beauty and a mystery, and create
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  Speaker 1: in us such love and reverence from afar that fortune, fame, power, life.
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  Speaker 1: Have named themselves a star. All heaven and earth are still,
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  Speaker 1: though not in sleep, but breathless as we grow when
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  Speaker 1: feeling most, and silent as we stand in thoughts too deep,
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  Speaker 1: All heaven and Earth are still. From the high host
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  Speaker 1: of stars to the low lake and mountain coast, all
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  Speaker 1: is concentered in a life intense, where not a beam,
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  Speaker 1: nor air nor leaf is lost, but hath a part
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  Speaker 1: of being, and a sense of that which is of
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  Speaker 1: all creator and defense. Thenstirs the feeling infinite so felt
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  Speaker 1: in solitude where we are least alone, a truth which,
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  Speaker 1: through our being then doth melt and purifies from self.
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  Speaker 1: It is a tone, the soul and source of music,
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  Speaker 1: which makes known eternal harmony, and sheds a charm like
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  Speaker 1: to the fabled Cytheria's zone, binding all things with beauty,
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  Speaker 1: twould disarm the specter death, had he substantial power to harm.
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  Speaker 1: Nor vainly did the early Persian make his altar the
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  Speaker 1: high places and the peak of earth, or gazing mountains,
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  Speaker 1: and thus take a fit and unwarned temple there to
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  Speaker 1: seek the spirit in whose honor shrines are weak upreared
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  Speaker 1: of human hands. Come and compare columns and idle dwellings.
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  Speaker 1: Goth or Greek, with nature's realms of worship earth and air,
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  Speaker 1: nor fix on fond abodes to circumscribe thy prayer. The
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  Speaker 1: sky is chang'd, and such a change o night and
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  Speaker 1: storm and darkness. Ye are wondrous, strong yet lovely in
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  Speaker 1: your strength, as is the light of a dark eye
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  Speaker 1: in woman, far along from peak to peak, the rattling
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  Speaker 1: crags among leaps, the live thunder, not from one lone cloud,
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  Speaker 1: but every mountain. Now hath found a tongue, and Jura
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  Speaker 1: answers through her misty shroud back to the joyous alps
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  Speaker 1: who call to her aloud. And this is in the night,
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  Speaker 1: most glorious night, thou wert not sent for slumber. Let
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  Speaker 1: me be a sharer in thy fierce and far delight,
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  Speaker 1: a portion of the tempest and of thee. How the
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  Speaker 1: lit lake shines a phosphoric sea, and the big rain
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  Speaker 1: comes dancing to the earth. And now again tis black,
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  Speaker 1: And now the glee of the loud hills shakes with
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  Speaker 1: its mountain mirth, as if they did rejoice, or a
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  Speaker 1: young earthquake's birth. Now where the swift roan cleaves his
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  Speaker 1: way between heights which appear as lovers who have parted
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  Speaker 1: in hate, whose mining depths so intervene that they can
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  Speaker 1: meet no more, though broken hearted, though in their souls
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  Speaker 1: which thus each other thwarted. Love was the very root
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  Speaker 1: of the rage, which blighted their life's bloom, and then
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  Speaker 1: departed itself expired, but leaving them an age of years,
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  Speaker 1: all winter's war within themselves to wage now where the
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  Speaker 1: quick roam. Thus hath cleft his way, the mightiest of
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  Speaker 1: the storms, hath tain his stand, for here not one
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  Speaker 1: but many make their play, and fling their thunderbolts from
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  Speaker 1: hand to hand, flashing and cast around of all the
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  Speaker 1: band the brightest. Through these parted hills, Hath forked his lightnings,
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  Speaker 1: as if he did understand that in such gaps as
• 1:03:45
  Speaker 1: desolation worked, there the hot shaft should blast whatever therein
• 1:03:50
  Speaker 1: lurked sky, mountains, river winds, lake, lightnings. Ye with night
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  Speaker 1: and clouds and thunder, and the soul to make these
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  Speaker 1: felt and feeling well, may be things that have made
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  Speaker 1: me watchful. The far roll of your departing voices is
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  Speaker 1: the knull of what in me is sleepless if I rest.
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  Speaker 1: But whereof ye o tempests is the goal? Are ye
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  Speaker 1: like those within the human breast, Or do ye find
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  Speaker 1: at length, like eagles some high nest. Could I embody
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  Speaker 1: and umbosom now that which is most within me? Could
• 1:04:40
  Speaker 1: I wreak my thoughts upon expression, and thus throw soul, heart, mind, passions,
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  Speaker 1: feelings strong or weak. All that I would have sought,
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  Speaker 1: and all I seek bear no feel, And yet breathe
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  Speaker 1: into one word, And that one word were lightning, I
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  Speaker 1: would speak. But as it is, I live and die unheard,
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  Speaker 1: with a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
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  Speaker 1: End of section five Section six of Child Harold's Pilgrimage,
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  Speaker 1: Canto three by George Gordon Lord Byron. This livery Box
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  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain. Stanzas ninety eight to
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  Speaker 1: one hundred and eighteen. The morn is up again, the
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  Speaker 1: dewy morn, with breath or incense, and with cheek or bloom,
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  Speaker 1: laughing the clouds away with playful scorn, and living as
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  Speaker 1: if the earth contained no tomb, and glowing into day.
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  Speaker 1: We may resume the march of our existence. And thus
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  Speaker 1: I still on thy shores, fair lehman may find room
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  Speaker 1: and food for meditation, nor pass by much that may
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  Speaker 1: give us paws. If pondered fittingly Clarens, Sweet Clarens, birthplace
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  Speaker 1: of deep love. Thine air is the young breath of
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  Speaker 1: passionate thought. Thy trees take root in love. The snows
• 1:06:37
  Speaker 1: above the very glaciers have his colours caught, and sunset
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  Speaker 1: into rose. Hues sees them wrought by rays which sleep
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  Speaker 1: there lovingly. The rocks, the permanent crags tell here of Love,
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  Speaker 1: who sort in them a refuge from the worldly shocks,
• 1:06:57
  Speaker 1: which stir and sting the soul with that woos then
• 1:07:02
  Speaker 1: mocks Clorans. By heavenly feet. Thy paths are trod undying loves,
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  Speaker 1: who here ascends a throne to which the steps are mountains,
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  Speaker 1: where the God is a pervading life and light, so
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  Speaker 1: shone not on those summits solely, nor alone in the
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  Speaker 1: still cave and forest or the flower. His eye is spartling,
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  Speaker 1: and his breath hath blown, his soft and summer breath,
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  Speaker 1: whose tender power passes the strength of storms in their
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  Speaker 1: most desolate hour. All things are here of him, from
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  Speaker 1: the black pines which are his shade on high, and
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  Speaker 1: the loud roar of torrents, where he listeneth, to the
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  Speaker 1: vines which slope his green path downward to the shore,
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  Speaker 1: where the bowed waters meet him, and a door kissing
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  Speaker 1: his feet with murmurs, and the wood, the covert of
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  Speaker 1: old trees, with trunks all hoar but light leaves young
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  Speaker 1: as joy stands where it stood, offering to him and
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  Speaker 1: his a popular solitude, a popular solitude of bees and
• 1:08:25
  Speaker 1: birds and fairy formed and melly colored things, who worship
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  Speaker 1: him with notes more sweet than words, and innocently open
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  Speaker 1: their glad wings, fearless and full of life. The gush
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  Speaker 1: of springs and fall of lofty fountains, and the bend
• 1:08:44
  Speaker 1: of stirring branches, and the bud which brings the swiftest
• 1:08:49
  Speaker 1: thought of beauty. Here extend mingling and made by love
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  Speaker 1: unto a mighty end. He who hath loved not here
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  Speaker 1: would learn that lore and make his heart a spirit.
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  Speaker 1: He who knows that tender mystery will love the more.
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  Speaker 1: For this is love's recess, where vain men's woes and
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  Speaker 1: the world's waste have driven him far from those fortis
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  Speaker 1: his nature to advance or die. He stands not still,
• 1:09:24
  Speaker 1: but or decays or grows into a boundless blessing which
• 1:09:29
  Speaker 1: may vie with the immortal lights in its eternity. Twas
• 1:09:35
  Speaker 1: not for fiction chose Rousseau this spot, peopling it with affections,
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  Speaker 1: but he found it was the scene which passion must
• 1:09:45
  Speaker 1: allot to the mind's purified beings. Twas the ground where
• 1:09:51
  Speaker 1: early love his psyche's zone unbound and hallowed it with loveliness,
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  Speaker 1: tis lone and wonderful and deep, and hath a sound
• 1:10:02
  Speaker 1: and sense and sight of sweetness. Here the Rhone hath
• 1:10:06
  Speaker 1: spread himself a couch. The Alps have reared a throne.
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  Speaker 1: Lausanne and Fernie, Ye have been the abodes of names which,
• 1:10:18
  Speaker 1: unto you bequeathed a name. Mortals who sought him found
• 1:10:23
  Speaker 1: by dangerous robes a path to perpetuity of fame. They
• 1:10:29
  Speaker 1: were gigantic minds, and their steep aim was titan like,
• 1:10:34
  Speaker 1: on daring doubts to pile, thoughts which should call down thunder,
• 1:10:39
  Speaker 1: and the flame of heaven again assailed. If heaven the
• 1:10:44
  Speaker 1: while on man and man's research could deign to more
• 1:10:48
  Speaker 1: than smile, the one was fire and fickleness, a child
• 1:10:54
  Speaker 1: most mutable in wishes, but in mind a wit as various, gay, grave, sage,
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  Speaker 1: or wild historian, barred philosopher combined, he multiplied himself among mankind,
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  Speaker 1: the proteus of their talents, but his own breathed most
• 1:11:14
  Speaker 1: in ridicule, which as the wind blew where it listed,
• 1:11:19
  Speaker 1: laying all things prone, now to overthrow a fool, and
• 1:11:24
  Speaker 1: now to shake a throne, the other deep and slow,
• 1:11:30
  Speaker 1: exhausting thought and hiving wisdom. With each studious year in meditation, dwelt,
• 1:11:37
  Speaker 1: with learning wrought and shaped his weapon with an edge severe,
• 1:11:42
  Speaker 1: sapping a solemn creed with solemn sneer, the lord of irony,
• 1:11:48
  Speaker 1: that master spell which stung his foes to wrath, which
• 1:11:52
  Speaker 1: grew from fear, and doomed him to the zealous ready hell,
• 1:11:57
  Speaker 1: which answers to all doubts so eloquently well. Yet peace
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  Speaker 1: be with their ashes, for by them, if merited, the
• 1:12:07
  Speaker 1: penalty is paid. It is not ours to judge far
• 1:12:12
  Speaker 1: less condemned. The hour must come when such things shall
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  Speaker 1: be made known unto all or hope and dread, allayed
• 1:12:21
  Speaker 1: by slumber on one pillow in the dust, which thus
• 1:12:26
  Speaker 1: much we are sure must lie decayed, And when it
• 1:12:30
  Speaker 1: shall revive, as is our trust, twill be to be
• 1:12:35
  Speaker 1: forgiven or suffer what is just. But let me quit
• 1:12:41
  Speaker 1: man's works again to read his makers spread around me,
• 1:12:46
  Speaker 1: and suspend this page, which from my reveries I feed
• 1:12:51
  Speaker 1: until it seems prolonging without end. The clouds above me
• 1:12:55
  Speaker 1: to the white Alps tend, and I must pierce them
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  Speaker 1: and survey whate'er may be permitted. As my steps I
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  Speaker 1: bend to their most great and growing region, where the earth,
• 1:13:10
  Speaker 1: to her embrace, compels the powers of air. Italia too,
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  Speaker 1: Italia looking on thee full flashes on the soul the
• 1:13:23
  Speaker 1: light of ages, since the fierce Carthaginian almost won thee
• 1:13:29
  Speaker 1: to the last halo of the chiefs and sages who
• 1:13:33
  Speaker 1: glorify thy consecrated pages, Thou wert the throne and grave
• 1:13:38
  Speaker 1: of empires, still the fount at which the pounding mind
• 1:13:43
  Speaker 1: assuages her thirst of knowledge, quaffing there her fill flows
• 1:13:49
  Speaker 1: from the eternal source of Rome's imperial hill. Thus far
• 1:13:55
  Speaker 1: have I proceeded in a theme renewed with no kind
• 1:13:59
  Speaker 1: orcepices to feel we are not what we have been,
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  Speaker 1: and to deem we are not what we should be,
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  Speaker 1: and to steal the heart against itself, and to conceal
• 1:14:13
  Speaker 1: with a proud caution love or hate or aught, passion
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  Speaker 1: or feeling purpose grief or zeal, which is the tyrant
• 1:14:23
  Speaker 1: spirit of our thought, is a stern task of soul,
• 1:14:27
  Speaker 1: no matter it is taught. And for these words thus
• 1:14:33
  Speaker 1: woven into song, it may be that they are a
• 1:14:37
  Speaker 1: harmless while the coloring of the scenes which fleets along,
• 1:14:42
  Speaker 1: which I would seize in passing, to beguile my breast
• 1:14:47
  Speaker 1: or that of others for a while. Fame is the
• 1:14:51
  Speaker 1: thirst of youth. But I am not so young as
• 1:14:55
  Speaker 1: to regard men's frown or smile as loss or gurden
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  Speaker 1: of a glorious lot. I stood and stand alone, remember'd
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  Speaker 1: or forgot. I have not loved the world nor the
• 1:15:10
  Speaker 1: world me. I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor
• 1:15:15
  Speaker 1: bowed to its idolatries a patient knee, nor coined my
• 1:15:20
  Speaker 1: cheek to smiles, nor cried aloud in worship of an echo.
• 1:15:25
  Speaker 1: In the crowd, they could not deem me one of such.
• 1:15:29
  Speaker 1: I stood among them, but not of them, in a
• 1:15:33
  Speaker 1: shroud of thoughts which were not their thoughts, and still
• 1:15:37
  Speaker 1: could had I not filled my mind, which thus itself subdued.
• 1:15:45
  Speaker 1: I have not loved the world nor the world me.
• 1:15:49
  Speaker 1: But let us part, fair foes. I do believe, though
• 1:15:53
  Speaker 1: I have found them. Not that there may be words
• 1:15:57
  Speaker 1: which are things hope which will not deceive, and virtues
• 1:16:01
  Speaker 1: which are merciful, nor weave snares for the falling. I
• 1:16:06
  Speaker 1: would also deem or others griefs, that some sincerely grieve,
• 1:16:12
  Speaker 1: that two or one are almost what they seem. That
• 1:16:16
  Speaker 1: goodness is no name, and happiness no dream. My daughter,
• 1:16:23
  Speaker 1: with thy name, this song begun, my daughter, with thy name,
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  Speaker 1: This much shall end. I see THEE, not I hear THEE. Not,
• 1:16:33
  Speaker 1: but none can be so wrapt in THEE. Thou art
• 1:16:37
  Speaker 1: the friend to whom the shadows of far years extend,
• 1:16:42
  Speaker 1: orbeit my brow, Thou never shouldst behold My voice, shall
• 1:16:47
  Speaker 1: with thy future visions blend and reach into thy heart
• 1:16:51
  Speaker 1: when mine is cold. A token and a tone even
• 1:16:56
  Speaker 1: from thy father's mold, to aid thy mind's development, To
• 1:17:03
  Speaker 1: watch thy dawn of little joys, to sit and see
• 1:17:07
  Speaker 1: almost thy very growth, to view thee, catch the knowledge
• 1:17:11
  Speaker 1: of objects wonders, yet to thee, to hold THEE lightly
• 1:17:16
  Speaker 1: on a gentle knee, and print on thy soft cheek
• 1:17:20
  Speaker 1: apparent's kiss. This, it should seem, was not reserved from me.
• 1:17:27
  Speaker 1: Yet this was in my nature, as it is I
• 1:17:31
  Speaker 1: know not what is there yet something like to this. Yet,
• 1:17:38
  Speaker 1: though dull hate, as duty should be taught, I know
• 1:17:41
  Speaker 1: that thou wilt love me, though my name should be
• 1:17:45
  Speaker 1: shut from thee as a spell, still fraught with desolation
• 1:17:50
  Speaker 1: and a broken claim, though the grave clos'd between us
• 1:17:55
  Speaker 1: twere the same. I know that thou wilt love me,
• 1:18:00
  Speaker 1: though to drain my blood from out thy being were
• 1:18:03
  Speaker 1: an aim and an attainment, or would be in vain.
• 1:18:09
  Speaker 1: Still Thou wouldst love me still that more than life,
• 1:18:13
  Speaker 1: retain the child of love, though born in bitterness and
• 1:18:20
  Speaker 1: nurtured in convulsion of thy sire, These were the elements,
• 1:18:25
  Speaker 1: and thine no less as yet such are around thee.
• 1:18:30
  Speaker 1: But thy fire shall be more tempered, and thy hope
• 1:18:34
  Speaker 1: far higher. Sweet be thy cradled slumbers, or the sea,
• 1:18:40
  Speaker 1: and from the mountains where I now respire. Fain would
• 1:18:44
  Speaker 1: I waft such blessing upon thee as with a sigh
• 1:18:49
  Speaker 1: I deem thou mightst have been to me Hender Section
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  Speaker 1: six recording by Alan matt Stone in Oxford, England. End
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  Speaker 1: of Child Harold's Pilgrimage Cancil three by George Gordon, Lord
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  Speaker 1: Byron