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Poems - Caroline King Duer, Alice Duer Miller · Edith Wharton Works Collection

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  Speaker 1: Section one of poems by Caroline and Alice dor This
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot org. Recording by Nima. Poems by Caroline and
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  Speaker 1: Alice Deer An International Episode by Caroline Doer. An International Episode.
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  Speaker 1: March fifteenth, eighteen eighty nine. We were ordered to Samoa,
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  Speaker 1: from the coast to Panama, and for two long months
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  Speaker 1: we sailed the unequal sea till we made the horseshoe harbor,
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  Speaker 1: with its curving coral bar, smelt the good green smell
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  Speaker 1: of grass and shrub and tree. We had barely room
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  Speaker 1: for swinging with the tide. There were many of us
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  Speaker 1: crowded in the bay, three Germans and the English ship
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  Speaker 1: beside our three, and from the Trenton where she lay.
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  Speaker 1: Through the sunset calms and after we could hear the shrill,
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  Speaker 1: sweet laughter of the children's voices on the shore at play.
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  Speaker 1: We all knew as storm was coming, but dear God,
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  Speaker 1: no man could dream of the furious hell horrors of
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  Speaker 1: that day. Through the roar of winds and waters, we
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  Speaker 1: could hear wild voices scream see the rocking mast reel
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  Speaker 1: by us through the spray. In the gale, we drove
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  Speaker 1: and drifted helplessly, with our rudder gone, our engine fires drowned,
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  Speaker 1: and none might hope another hour to see. For all
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  Speaker 1: the air was desperate, with the sound of the brave
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  Speaker 1: ships rent asunder of the shrieking souls sucked under neath
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  Speaker 1: the waves, where many a good man's grave was found.
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  Speaker 1: About noon upon our quarter from the deeper gloom afar
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  Speaker 1: came the english Man of war, calliope, we have lost
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  Speaker 1: our anchors, comrades, and though small the chances are, we
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  Speaker 1: must steer for safety in the open sea. Then we
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  Speaker 1: climbed aloft to cheer her as she passed through the
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  Speaker 1: tempest and the blackness and the foam. Now, God speed you,
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  Speaker 1: though the shout should be our last, through the channel,
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  Speaker 1: where the maddened breakers comb, through the wild seas, hill
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  Speaker 1: and hollow on the path we cannot follow, to your
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  Speaker 1: women and your children and your home. Oh remember it,
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  Speaker 1: good brothers. We two people speak one tongue, and your
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  Speaker 1: native land was mother to our land. But the head
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  Speaker 1: perhaps is hasty, when the nation's heart is young, and
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  Speaker 1: we prate of things we do not understand, but the
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  Speaker 1: day when we stood face to face with death, upon
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  Speaker 1: whose face few men may look and tell, as long
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  Speaker 1: as you could hear, are we at breath? Four hundred
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  Speaker 1: voices cheered you out of hell, by the will of
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  Speaker 1: that stern chorus, by the mother land which bore us.
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  Speaker 1: Judge if we do not love each other well? End
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  Speaker 1: of poem A song a Caroline Doer read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 1: dot org Bineimo a song. Dearest dear, if thou wouldst
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  Speaker 1: measure what to me is measureless half the pain or
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  Speaker 1: half the pleasure of my love's great tenderness, I will
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  Speaker 1: touch my heart strings for thee, since to thee it
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  Speaker 1: doth belong, and the echo shall adore thee in a
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  Speaker 1: song within a song. As the sun is to the flowers,
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  Speaker 1: as the stars to midnight skies, as the rainbow to
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  Speaker 1: the showers, as the light to sightless eyes, as the
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  Speaker 1: flame is to the fire, as the breeze is to
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  Speaker 1: the sea, as the game to the desire. So dear heart,
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  Speaker 1: art thou to me to poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain. A portrait by Caroline Doer read for
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot Org by NeiMa a portrait a man more
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  Speaker 1: kindly in his careless way than many who profess a
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  Speaker 1: higher creed, whose fickle love might change from day to day,
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  Speaker 1: and yet be faithful to a friend in need, whose
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  Speaker 1: manners covered through life's outs and ins, like charity, a
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  Speaker 1: multitude of sins, A man of honor too, as such
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  Speaker 1: things go, discreet and secret, qualities of use, selfish but
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  Speaker 1: not self conscious, generous, slow to anger, but most ready
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  Speaker 1: in excuse. His wit and cleverness consisted not so much
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  Speaker 1: in what he said as what he got. His principles
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  Speaker 1: one might not quite commend, and they were much too
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  Speaker 1: simple to mistake. Never to turn his back upon a friend,
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  Speaker 1: never to lie, but for a woman's sake, to take
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  Speaker 1: the sweets that came within his way, and pay the price,
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  Speaker 1: if there were price to pay. Idle, good, looking, negatively wise,
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  Speaker 1: lazy in action, plausible in speech. Favor he found in
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  Speaker 1: many women's eyes, and valued most that which was hard
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  Speaker 1: to reach. Few are both true and tender, and he
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  Speaker 1: grew in time a little tender than true, knowing much evil,
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  Speaker 1: half regretting good as we regret, a childish impulse, lost,
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  Speaker 1: wearied with knowledge best not understood, bored, with a disenchantment
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  Speaker 1: that it cost, but in conclusion with no failing's head,
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  Speaker 1: a gentleman, no matter what he did. And a poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. A Serenade a
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  Speaker 1: Caroline Doer read for LibriVox dot org Binima, a serenade.
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  Speaker 1: Heard you the rustle and sweep of the rushes that
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  Speaker 1: was my boat at the mouth of the creek, heard
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  Speaker 1: you my step through the solemn night hushes knew you
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  Speaker 1: the words that my spirit would speak, saw you a
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  Speaker 1: light where the skies kiss the billow that was Love's
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  Speaker 1: star rising over the sea. Wake then beloved and turned
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  Speaker 1: from your pillow, loving and longing and dreaming of me.
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  Speaker 1: And a poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: How can one tell? By Caroline Doer read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 1: dot org by NeiMa. How can one tell? Who would
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  Speaker 1: believe that under sunny skies a month ago, when summer
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  Speaker 1: kissed the land, we read sweet stories in each other's
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  Speaker 1: eyes and laughed and loved, and would not understand that time,
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  Speaker 1: who changes all things as he flies, bids us change too,
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  Speaker 1: in order to be wise? Who would believe? Well? Being wise?
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  Speaker 1: We part without regret. Frank with ourselves, and fickle with
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  Speaker 1: our times. But though we part, we need not quite forget.
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  Speaker 1: In winter prose, the ring of summer rhymes Fate cannot
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  Speaker 1: change the fact that once we met, we may remember
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  Speaker 1: that at least, and yet be not unwise. How can
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  Speaker 1: one tell which way one's heart will yearn back to
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  Speaker 1: the old or forward to the new? When one is young,
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  Speaker 1: one is so much to learn, and life is long,
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  Speaker 1: and all the tales are true, and peradventure we may
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  Speaker 1: both return to warm our hands where once we feared
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  Speaker 1: to burn? How can one tell? And a poem? This
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  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain. A sonnet by Alice
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  Speaker 1: Doer read for LibriVox dot org by Nemo. A sonnet Dear,
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  Speaker 1: if you love me, hold me most dear friend, chosen
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  Speaker 1: from out of the many, who would bear your gladness
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  Speaker 1: gladly heavily your care, who best can sympathize, best comprehend
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  Speaker 1: where others fail, who breathless to the end follows your
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  Speaker 1: tale of joy or of despair? Hold me your counselor
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  Speaker 1: because I dare to lift my hand to guide you,
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  Speaker 1: that I lend my love to help you, And I
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  Speaker 1: would you knew that I am fair enough to win
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  Speaker 1: men's hearts, if so I willed, Yet honor me above
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  Speaker 1: all other women, since I am too true to trap
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  Speaker 1: you with my sexes smaller arts. Deem me all these,
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  Speaker 1: but love me as your love. And a poem. This
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  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain. A midsummer Night's Dream
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  Speaker 1: by Caroline Doer read for LibriVox dot org by Nima.
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  Speaker 1: A midsummer Night's dream. When the summer moon, in her
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  Speaker 1: midnight madness, breaks through the clouds that would veil the night,
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  Speaker 1: and the earth and error are full filled of gladness
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  Speaker 1: in the heart of man, of a vague delight. When
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  Speaker 1: the wild sea breeze to the land comes sobbing, and
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  Speaker 1: the wild sea waves clap their hands and sing. Then
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  Speaker 1: wake mad hearts to your passionate throbbing, for this is
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  Speaker 1: the hour when love is king. Sing too, o ye
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  Speaker 1: stars in the arch of heaven. The silence of night
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  Speaker 1: doth madden the brain, and the crash of waves is
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  Speaker 1: too low and too even, like some sad sweet chord
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  Speaker 1: struck again and again, riot O wind in the meadows
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  Speaker 1: green tresses, ripple the pools with a rush of your wing,
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  Speaker 1: Wake the white land with your wonting caresses. For this
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  Speaker 1: is the hour when Love is king. Wilt thou come
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  Speaker 1: through mist and cloud land of dreaming spirit, I love
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  Speaker 1: and the wings of sleep, through the night's dark space,
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  Speaker 1: through the moon's white beaming, as the spark floats down
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  Speaker 1: from the meteor's sweep. For we are apart, but our
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  Speaker 1: souls desire like fire. It a fire shall leap and
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  Speaker 1: cling in the flame of thought by the wind, fanned
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  Speaker 1: higher burns through the hour when Love is King. And
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  Speaker 1: a poem. This recording is in the public domain. To
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  Speaker 1: Leeward by Caroline Doer read for LibriVox dot Org by Nema.
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  Speaker 1: To Leeward, let the boat drift, my lady and my love,
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  Speaker 1: Thou in the stern, I lying at thy feet, bend
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  Speaker 1: down the eyes my heart was dreaming of before God
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  Speaker 1: put it my breast to beat. Look where the river
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  Speaker 1: opens to the sea. Twilight is stealing onward, lingeringly between
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  Speaker 1: the world and our felicity. Sing to me, dear, my
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  Speaker 1: soul was buried deep through all our time of parting
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  Speaker 1: and of pain. Sing, and the fires of youth and
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  Speaker 1: life shall leap from my wild heart into my veins again.
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  Speaker 1: Rise evening breeze and drive the boat on fast fall
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  Speaker 1: evening mist and hide us from the past. We take
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  Speaker 1: our fate into our hands at last, close in the
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  Speaker 1: girdle of my arms, entwine rest on my lips, the
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  Speaker 1: softness of thy cheek. If fate were sightless, must we
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  Speaker 1: too be blind and let our happiness slip by us?
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  Speaker 1: Speak o'er the restless sea and quiet land. Silence and
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  Speaker 1: darkness creep up, hand in hand, answer again, I dare
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  Speaker 1: not understand. End a poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain. An exhortation to gentleness by Alice Dear read
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  Speaker 1: for LibriVox dot org by NeiMa. An exhortation to gentleness,
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  Speaker 1: You who are strong and do not know the need
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  Speaker 1: that weaker spirits feel, but do not plead the need
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  Speaker 1: to lean on someone who is strong. Oh see you
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  Speaker 1: give their silent want good heed. Be not so busy
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  Speaker 1: with your own career, however, noble, that you cannot hear
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  Speaker 1: the size of those who look to you for help,
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  Speaker 1: For this is purchasing success too. Dear, many strong men
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  Speaker 1: in good I see so bent upon their own soul's
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  Speaker 1: high development that they have only scorn or tolerance to
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  Speaker 1: give to those who are not thus intent yet who
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  Speaker 1: can answer that it is not true that those weak
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  Speaker 1: souls who spare where blame is due and smile because
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  Speaker 1: too gentle to be stern, are not more needed in
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  Speaker 1: the world than you and a poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain. Lines for the Skull at the
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  Speaker 1: Feast by Caroline Doer Read for LibriVox dot org by Nema.
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  Speaker 1: Lines for the Skull at the Feast, Drink and forget
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  Speaker 1: the reason. Man's life is but a season, and pleasure's
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  Speaker 1: lips are breathless. Ere youth is past its prime. The
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  Speaker 1: rose red love shall linger till care has touched its finger.
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  Speaker 1: But only death is deathless along the road of time
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  Speaker 1: and the poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: The Image of the Earthy by Caroline Doer read for
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot org by Nima. The Image of the Earthy
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  Speaker 1: sleep tired eyes. Your tender flame is fled, as on
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  Speaker 1: dim hills the watchfires had burnt low. You who have speculated, wondered, read,
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  Speaker 1: viewed the hereafter with a passionate dread. When next those
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  Speaker 1: white lids open, you will know sleep weary brain. Life
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  Speaker 1: is a stormy sky, and we like restless birds tossed
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  Speaker 1: to and fro, imperfect atoms of the eternal. Why circling
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  Speaker 1: and drifting onward aimlessly, not knowing whence we come nor
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  Speaker 1: where we go? Sleep wayward heart. If love were sinful, dear,
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  Speaker 1: knowing its price, would we not pay the whole and
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  Speaker 1: count the winning of a life's love? Here the wild
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  Speaker 1: reality of hearts brought near well worth, the losing of
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  Speaker 1: a phantom soul. Sleep without fear. Death turns all wrong
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  Speaker 1: to write, I wonder shall we meet dear when I die?
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  Speaker 1: Those who believe in heaven say good night. But I,
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  Speaker 1: in losing all my blind soul's light, standing in hopeless darkness,
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  Speaker 1: say goodbye. Goodbye, dear heart. Repentance comes too late. But
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  Speaker 1: if there be a heaven beyond the sky, and you
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  Speaker 1: should chance to find the golden gate by all our
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  Speaker 1: happy past, I pray ye wait lest my lost, lonely
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  Speaker 1: spirit pass it by end a poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain. Count Me not Less by Caroline
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  Speaker 1: Doer read for LibriVox dot Org by Nema. Count Me
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  Speaker 1: not Less, Count Me not less, thy friend, Because my
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  Speaker 1: heart blinded a moment by the light of youth, leaped
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  Speaker 1: toward thee air, took thine estimate, and knew no leap
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  Speaker 1: might carry it so high as where thy heart beats lonely.
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  Speaker 1: Count me not the less thy friend, and that I
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  Speaker 1: love thee dear end a poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain. Anapology by Caroline Doer read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 1: dot org by Nema. Anapology some wayward tiede in memory
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  Speaker 1: see has borne my thoughts back to the turning when
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  Speaker 1: Fate first taught to you through me a lesson hardly worth.
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  Speaker 1: The learning showed you that changeful looks could prove fit
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  Speaker 1: emblem of the heart they cover showed you alas the
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  Speaker 1: more we love, the less the loved is worth the lover.
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  Speaker 1: And though the story now is old, your loyalty would
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  Speaker 1: still forbid you to show me that your thoughts could
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  Speaker 1: hold when token of the wrong I did you. And yet,
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  Speaker 1: my dear, within your heart, some faint resentment must have tarried.
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  Speaker 1: Though Fate had used a worthless nart, the wound was
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  Speaker 1: none the easier carried. Forgive me many days there are
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  Speaker 1: since then, do those a whole life? Leavin and you
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  Speaker 1: and I have drifted far, though not perhaps much nearer Heaven.
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  Speaker 1: Forgive me, dearest, not because years certain suffering have brought
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  Speaker 1: me not for the sake of what I was, but
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  Speaker 1: for the sake of what you thought me and a poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Overheard in a
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  Speaker 1: conservatory by Alice Stewart, read for LibriVox dot Org by
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  Speaker 1: nemo Anyva Davis. Overheard in a conservatory. Dear, are you angry?
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  Speaker 2: Yes, though not at you, but at myself. Of course,
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  Speaker 2: we know it's true that when a man respects a girl.
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  Speaker 1: I thought you'd say that it's the nonsense girls are taught.
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  Speaker 1: You know as well as I do. I revere you
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  Speaker 1: more than any other woman.
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  Speaker 2: Dear, you'd not have done it to Elfrida.
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  Speaker 1: Hood, immortal gods. I shouldn't think I would.
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  Speaker 2: If this bit seems to you fit food for jest,
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  Speaker 2: I say no more. Silence were plainly best, Dear.
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  Speaker 1: If I jest, it is because I read the hopelessness
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  Speaker 1: of aught that I could plead in your stern eyes
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  Speaker 1: which righteous wrath betray. Were you another woman, I should
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  Speaker 1: say that you were fair, and I, it seems, was mad,
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  Speaker 1: but that the last long waltz that we had had
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  Speaker 1: might very well have turned a wiser head. A hundred
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  Speaker 1: things like this I might have said to women who
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  Speaker 1: would take them as excuse. You think none possible. So
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  Speaker 1: what's the use then?
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  Speaker 2: W I discuss it further?
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  Speaker 1: Let us go one minute. I should like you first
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  Speaker 1: to know I did not think that this would be
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  Speaker 1: the end when two weeks since you said you'd be
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  Speaker 1: my friend.
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  Speaker 2: Only two weeks not long?
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  Speaker 1: Tis true, and yet you've stopped my doing much. I
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  Speaker 1: should regret, Nor should I murmur that you teach how
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  Speaker 1: far more hard than others all good women are.
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  Speaker 2: That is not true. Indeed it is not true some
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  Speaker 2: men I could forgive this, but not you. You would
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  Speaker 2: go home and smile and think I meant I viewed
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  Speaker 2: it merely as a precedent.
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  Speaker 1: Was that the word? Indeed, in this respect you wrong
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  Speaker 1: to say the least my intellect. If you forgave me,
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  Speaker 1: I should understand just what it meant.
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  Speaker 2: Oh, please let go my hand. Here's Papa, who comes,
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  Speaker 2: I know to say that it is late and time
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  Speaker 2: to go away.
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  Speaker 1: I do not care a bit how late it is.
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  Speaker 1: I only know we cannot part like this. Show me
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  Speaker 1: at least you do not doubt my sorrow.
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  Speaker 2: Well, come as usual at five tomorrow.
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  Speaker 1: And a poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: To a photograph by Caroline Doer read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 1: org by Nina two. A photograph Your stern young face
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  Speaker 1: looks out tonight from most incongruous of places. My toilet
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  Speaker 1: tables rose in white, half hidden by its frills and laces,
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  Speaker 1: set with no gold nor precious stone, but thrust into
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  Speaker 1: my mirrors, molding that the same scroll that frames my
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  Speaker 1: own should have yours too within its holding. Absurd That
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  Speaker 1: I consult your eyes half an excuse, half in defiance,
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  Speaker 1: lest some of my frivolities should break our fanciful alliance.
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  Speaker 1: Absurd indeed, that I should care for your boy's scorn
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  Speaker 1: or disapproval, when the same hand that placed you there
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  Speaker 1: has but to rise for your removal. Yet, if I
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  Speaker 1: took you from your place each night, my weary eyes
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  Speaker 1: would miss you. And so dear stay, Perhaps your face
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  Speaker 1: will look less stern each time I kiss you. And
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  Speaker 1: a poem. This recording is in the public domain. The
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  Speaker 1: Yellow Age by Caroline Doer read for LibriVox dot org
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  Speaker 1: by Nima The Yellow Age. This is the age of
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  Speaker 1: grasping hearts and hands, of hurrying feet and greedy, watchful
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  Speaker 1: eyes turned to the worship of the golden calf, sneering
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  Speaker 1: down other idols with a laugh, throwing down other prizes
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  Speaker 1: for this prize, bowing before the priest who understands its
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  Speaker 1: mysteries best. In this and other lands, these are the
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  Speaker 1: glittering days of gilded show, of brazen tongues of envy,
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  Speaker 1: joarndice side and covetous of all the gold controls. This
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  Speaker 1: is the age of brains instead of souls. The Yellow
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  Speaker 1: Age or purses measure pride. Even the flame of love,
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  Speaker 1: blown to and fro by jealous winds, burns with a
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  Speaker 1: saffron glow. Look well, o world, Before time turns the page,
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  Speaker 1: the gaudy pageant passes through year street. The envious apes
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  Speaker 1: rage in your market place. Science and art are breathless.
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  Speaker 1: In the race for fortune or for fame, they did compete.
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  Speaker 1: The yellow fever of the Yellow Age has spread from
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  Speaker 1: slave to king, from fool to sage and a poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain from the German
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  Speaker 1: by Alice Doer read for LibriVox dot Org by Nima
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  Speaker 1: from the German Wants for thy brow or wreath. I
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  Speaker 1: wished to whine, and seeking long, I could no flowers find.
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  Speaker 1: Now golden flowers are blooming far near. But ah, dear love,
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  Speaker 1: thou art no longer Here end a poem. This recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. The Broken Wheel by Caroline
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  Speaker 1: Doer read for LibriVox dot Org by Nima The Broken Wheel, Patience,
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  Speaker 1: poor heart, tonight, thou shalt have rest rest that I
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  Speaker 1: buy thee at the price of life. Let those with
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  Speaker 1: strength and courage stand the test. Here will I end
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  Speaker 1: the strife. Time's haggard eyes hold many tears, like me,
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  Speaker 1: not worth God's smile in life, much less is frown
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  Speaker 1: if by its weight of wretchedness set free, one heavy
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  Speaker 1: tear dropped down. Call you its sin, oh seekers after truth, sin,
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  Speaker 1: that I enter Death's open door, So be it. I
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  Speaker 1: was worthless for my youth. What matters one's sin more?
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  Speaker 1: But if my faults were great, my hopes were few.
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  Speaker 1: Who can do battle with a breaking heart? I have
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  Speaker 1: deserted from the ranks, and you will take no rebel's part.
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  Speaker 1: I have made way for other fools to prate, for
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  Speaker 1: other eyes to seek for what is not, for other
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  Speaker 1: hearts to fight against their fate, while youth's wild blood
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  Speaker 1: is hot. I but return to God life's world spark.
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  Speaker 1: Doubtless there's a God in Israel. My eyes are tired
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  Speaker 1: and death's hauls are dark. May I sleep long and well?
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  Speaker 1: End a poem. This recording is in the public domain
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  Speaker 1: after a year by Alice Steer, read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 1: Org by Nima after a year. Yes, you have guessed it.
• 30:38
  Speaker 1: Do not blame me, dear. Indeed, I did not dream,
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  Speaker 1: oh tender eyes, when first we met that in a
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  Speaker 1: little year my words were dim you with pain's dumb surprise.
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  Speaker 1: Do not reproach me, for I suffer too an agony
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  Speaker 1: of shame and self contempt, and know that I shall
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  Speaker 1: miss far more than you the lost illusions of this
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  Speaker 1: dream we've dreamt. Why did you ever learn to love me? Child?
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  Speaker 1: If you had let me only be your friend instead
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  Speaker 1: of weeping, had you only smiled coldly, I might have
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  Speaker 1: worshiped to the end, worthless and aimless. What I was
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  Speaker 1: you knew by all the wretched past. To you confessed
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  Speaker 1: the one good in me was my love of you,
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  Speaker 1: and that has proved as fickle as the rest. Ah, Dear,
• 31:42
  Speaker 1: the worst wrong in this world of shame. The hardest
• 31:46
  Speaker 1: question to explain is why women like you, who barely
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  Speaker 1: knows Sin's name, can be so wounded by such men
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  Speaker 1: as I and a poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain. A Passing Fancy by Caroline Doer read for
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot Org by Nema A passing fancy. I came
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  Speaker 1: from my box at the play last night as a
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  Speaker 1: face in the crowd flashed fast. Time was when those
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  Speaker 1: eyes were my eyes best light, and my heart at
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  Speaker 1: that name, beat fast. And yet when we met in
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  Speaker 1: the hurrying stream, I sighed not as much of a
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  Speaker 1: sigh as if it had been but the part of
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  Speaker 1: a dream I had dreamed in the days gone by.
• 32:47
  Speaker 1: Though we die with our hand in the hand we love,
• 32:50
  Speaker 1: we may wake to its touches stranged. If the love
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  Speaker 1: that we love so indifferent prove may not love we
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  Speaker 1: love now be changed, and our souls in some heaven
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  Speaker 1: may pass and sigh half ashamed of the life they knew. Ah,
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  Speaker 1: how fond beat the heart of what once was I
• 33:12
  Speaker 1: for the sake of what once was You and a poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. To the Night
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  Speaker 1: Breeze by Alice Doer, read for LibriVox dot org by Nemo.
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  Speaker 1: To the night breeze, breeze of the night across my pillows, straying,
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  Speaker 1: breeze of the night of summer dews begot salt from
• 33:47
  Speaker 1: the sea shore where the waves are playing slow to
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  Speaker 1: and fro. My window curtains swaying cool, my flushed cheeks
• 33:59
  Speaker 1: by recent sleep, left pot and the poem. This recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. A dialogue by Alice Stewart,
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  Speaker 1: read for LibriVox dot org by Nemo, Niva Davis A dialogue.
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  Speaker 1: I am in trouble. Give me your.
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  Speaker 2: Advice, no, for I'm sure it would not be carried out.
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  Speaker 1: It shall, I swear it shall, at any price.
• 34:36
  Speaker 2: If that's agreed. What is this all about?
• 34:39
  Speaker 1: How can I win? A woman who is fair and cold,
• 34:44
  Speaker 1: be colder, but she's proud as well, be prouder. But
• 34:51
  Speaker 1: she does not seem to care nor notice when I'm near?
• 34:56
  Speaker 2: How can you tell whether she does or not? Until
• 34:58
  Speaker 2: you've tried not being near, avoid her, Let her see
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  Speaker 2: the change, and should chance place you at her side,
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  Speaker 2: Be colder, prouder, civiller than she.
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  Speaker 1: But if she cares then it.
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  Speaker 2: Will break her heart, which will be easier.
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  Speaker 1: One tis too severe on me. I could not.
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  Speaker 2: Then you'd better part.
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  Speaker 1: Is this your counsel? Well, goodbye, my dear stay.
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  Speaker 2: There's just one thing to do before you go. What
• 35:37
  Speaker 2: if you really love her? Tell her so, perhaps you'll
• 35:42
  Speaker 2: find her kinder than you know.
• 35:47
  Speaker 1: And a poem. This recording is in the public domain
• 35:56
  Speaker 1: of vignette my Caroline Doer read for LibriVox dot org
• 36:02
  Speaker 1: by Nima. A vignette Cupid plain, blind man's bluff, seized
• 36:10
  Speaker 1: my Psyche's floating tresses. Here is silken clue enough to
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  Speaker 1: dispense with any guesses. This is Psyche's golden fleece. She's
• 36:21
  Speaker 1: my prisoner, past release, but the lookers on declare love
• 36:27
  Speaker 1: was caught in Psyche's hair. And a poem. This recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. Good Night by Caroline Doer
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  Speaker 1: read for LibriVox dot org by Nima. Good Night, Dearest,
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  Speaker 1: good night. The darkness spreads her wings over the restlessness
• 36:58
  Speaker 1: of human things and stills awhile the tumult of the day.
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  Speaker 1: We were together not two hours ago, playing our parts
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  Speaker 1: before the world's great show, saying the words set down
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  Speaker 1: for us to say, Yet, are we nearer now than
• 37:17
  Speaker 1: we have been? Though the long streets lie silently between,
• 37:22
  Speaker 1: though all the world should stretch between us. Two, Think
• 37:27
  Speaker 1: of me, dearest, not as I was then, That was
• 37:32
  Speaker 1: a worldly women among men. This is a lonely woman
• 37:38
  Speaker 1: who loves you. And a poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain. A song by Caroline Doer read for
• 37:54
  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot Org by Nina A song. If I were
• 38:02
  Speaker 1: only a ray of the sun, how I would steal
• 38:05
  Speaker 1: through your lattice at morn, touch all the things you
• 38:09
  Speaker 1: had touched, one by one, sparkle and dance on the
• 38:13
  Speaker 1: gems you had worn, trembling and hoping to see in
• 38:17
  Speaker 1: the glass trace of my light in your face as
• 38:20
  Speaker 1: you pass. If I were only a breeze of the night,
• 38:26
  Speaker 1: how I would sigh of my love and despair, kiss
• 38:30
  Speaker 1: your soft cheek or your lips. If I might chase
• 38:33
  Speaker 1: the white moonbeams that lie in your hair, hushing the nightingale,
• 38:38
  Speaker 1: for while he sings, you might be deaf to my
• 38:42
  Speaker 1: whispering wings. If I were only a wave of the sea,
• 38:47
  Speaker 1: borne like a sigh from the breast of the deep,
• 38:50
  Speaker 1: knowing the end of my journey to be death, when
• 38:54
  Speaker 1: life's gifts were most worthy to keep. Yet would I
• 38:58
  Speaker 1: laugh while my broken heart feet death were life's crown
• 39:03
  Speaker 1: if I died at your feet? And a poem. This
• 39:09
  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain. The Kingdom of the
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  Speaker 1: Present by Caroline Doer Read for LibriVox dot org by Nima.
• 39:25
  Speaker 1: The Kingdom of the Present, Live for today that sows
• 39:31
  Speaker 1: and shall not reap, Live for today that reaps and
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  Speaker 1: has not sown. Raise to thy lips the cup of
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  Speaker 1: life drink deep, bordered and bounded by the sea of sleep.
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  Speaker 1: The Kingdom of the present is thine own through yesterday.
• 39:52
  Speaker 1: Perhaps sad echoes rise from shadowy past, hold then today
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  Speaker 1: more deer, rest and content. Thee in its sunny skies
• 40:05
  Speaker 1: into the future look of passionless eyes that are below
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  Speaker 1: all hope, above all fear. Today Irene a queen, and
• 40:16
  Speaker 1: thou a king. Tomorrow food for worms, but now no worse,
• 40:22
  Speaker 1: because time slips us off his golden ring, because tomorrow
• 40:29
  Speaker 1: death may break the string that binds the unit to
• 40:34
  Speaker 1: the universe. And a poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain. From Phyllis by Caroline Doer Read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 1: dot org by Nima from Phyllis. Dearest, I read the books,
• 40:59
  Speaker 1: you say, because you sent them, but they're far too
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  Speaker 1: grieve for me. I liked not serious stories, nor wise saws,
• 41:10
  Speaker 1: chilling my youth with fear of ills to be. But
• 41:14
  Speaker 1: be not angry, since at your request, I read them
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  Speaker 1: all and found the love Tale best. Yet that was
• 41:23
  Speaker 1: sad too, and one sentence there tried and tormented me.
• 41:29
  Speaker 1: That's why I write you've read the book. Do you
• 41:33
  Speaker 1: remember where the hero was made prisoner in the fight.
• 41:38
  Speaker 1: The heroine, to save her lover's life, renounced him and
• 41:43
  Speaker 1: became his rival's wife, and he reproached her. Were I
• 41:50
  Speaker 1: in your place? My life without you had been little worth.
• 41:55
  Speaker 1: I'd live, she said, through pain and through disgrace to
• 42:00
  Speaker 1: know you lived, though dead to me on earth, dearest,
• 42:06
  Speaker 1: this troubled me, because you see, I'd rather die than
• 42:12
  Speaker 1: have you dead to me. And a poem this recording
• 42:17
  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. How Like a Woman by
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  Speaker 1: Alice Doer read for LibriVox dot Org by Nemo, How
• 42:32
  Speaker 1: Like a Woman. I wanted you to come today, or
• 42:37
  Speaker 1: so I told you in my letter, And yet if
• 42:41
  Speaker 1: you had stayed away, I should have liked you so
• 42:44
  Speaker 1: much better. I should have sipped my tea unseen and
• 42:49
  Speaker 1: thrilled at every door bell's peeling, and thought how nice
• 42:52
  Speaker 1: I could have been had you convinced a little feeling.
• 42:58
  Speaker 1: I should have guessed you drinking tea with someone whom
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  Speaker 1: you loved to madness. I should have thought you cold
• 43:05
  Speaker 1: to me and reveled in a depth of sadness. But no,
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  Speaker 1: you came without delay. I could not feel myself neglected.
• 43:16
  Speaker 1: You said the things you always say, in ways not
• 43:20
  Speaker 1: wholly unexpected. If you would let me wait in vain,
• 43:25
  Speaker 1: we should, in my imagination, have held what we did
• 43:30
  Speaker 1: not attain, a most dramatic conversation. Had you not come,
• 43:37
  Speaker 1: I should have known at least a vague anticipation, instead
• 43:41
  Speaker 1: of which I grieve to own. You did not give
• 43:46
  Speaker 1: me one sensation and a poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain. A Drinking Song by Caroline doer Red
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  Speaker 1: for LibriVox dot Org by Nima A drinking song. Drink
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  Speaker 1: from the flowing measure, health to the God of the
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  Speaker 1: golden wine. Taste of the cup of pleasure, freely while
• 44:19
  Speaker 1: youth is thine, thy weary brain from the dry champagne.
• 44:25
  Speaker 1: A merrier mood should borrow. The wise are sad, but
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  Speaker 1: the fools are gay, And the rose that we plucked,
• 44:33
  Speaker 1: but yesterday will be faded and dead by tomorrow. Drink
• 44:40
  Speaker 1: for the hours are flying. Youth is fleeting, but age
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  Speaker 1: is slow. Sorrows for which thou art sighing, melt from
• 44:51
  Speaker 1: thy sight like snow, thy weary brain from the dry champagne.
• 44:57
  Speaker 1: A merrier mood should borrow. The wise are sad, but
• 45:02
  Speaker 1: the fools are gay, and the life that we lived,
• 45:07
  Speaker 1: but yesterday is the death that we die tomorrow. And
• 45:14
  Speaker 1: a poem. This recording is in the public domain. My
• 45:24
  Speaker 1: Rose of May by Caroline Doer read for LibriVox dot
• 45:29
  Speaker 1: org by Nima My Rose of May. The sunlight lingers
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  Speaker 1: on the hill for love of you, My Rose of May.
• 45:40
  Speaker 1: I've lingered here against my will for that same reason
• 45:46
  Speaker 1: many a day. The sun comes back tomorrow. True, by
• 45:52
  Speaker 1: then I shall be far away. Perhaps he's nothing else
• 45:57
  Speaker 1: to do. I own, I have my rose of May.
• 46:03
  Speaker 1: In old days, women ruled the world, and men knew
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  Speaker 1: how to wait, they say. But love locks now have
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  Speaker 1: come uncurled, and chivalry has passed away. Man has found
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  Speaker 1: out he has a will. If too exacting prove your sway.
• 46:23
  Speaker 1: Why Jack will find another joll less hard to please
• 46:28
  Speaker 1: my Rose of May. Next time love finds your garden gate, Ah,
• 46:35
  Speaker 1: lift the latch, my rose of May. Don't leave him
• 46:39
  Speaker 1: there to watch and wait. Believe me, dear, it doesn't
• 46:43
  Speaker 1: pay when chance, like a resistless tide, sweeps opportunities your way. Ah.
• 46:52
  Speaker 1: Take the goods the gods provide when they provide them
• 46:57
  Speaker 1: Rows of May. And a poem. This recording is in
• 47:02
  Speaker 1: the public domain. A Word to the Wise by Caroline
• 47:12
  Speaker 1: Doer read for LibriVox dot org by Nima. A Word
• 47:18
  Speaker 1: to the Wise. If wisdom's height is only disenchantment, as
• 47:26
  Speaker 1: say the cynics of a certain school, and sages grow
• 47:30
  Speaker 1: more sad in their advancement, then folly is the wisdom
• 47:35
  Speaker 1: of the fool. Since fools know happiness through lack of knowledge,
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  Speaker 1: and see things fair because they shut their eyes. Then
• 47:46
  Speaker 1: any one can tell whose bend to college that wisdom
• 47:51
  Speaker 1: is the folly of the wise. And a poem. This
• 47:56
  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain. The Snare of the
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  Speaker 1: Fowler by Alice Deer read for LibriVox dot org by Neimo.
• 48:13
  Speaker 1: The Snare of the Fowler some cupid kills with arrows,
• 48:19
  Speaker 1: some with traps. I write for those of whom I
• 48:23
  Speaker 1: know of, few young, pretty, and a little bit flirtatious,
• 48:29
  Speaker 1: who would do even more harm if they knew the
• 48:34
  Speaker 1: science of the art of being gracious. Science in any
• 48:38
  Speaker 1: game we know, will tell, and those who play this
• 48:43
  Speaker 1: ought to play it well. First, do not doubt that
• 48:48
  Speaker 1: rivals please a man not too successful ones tis understood.
• 48:56
  Speaker 1: They flatter him as nothing you do can, and give
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  Speaker 1: him certain His taste is good, and though at times
• 49:05
  Speaker 1: a little in his way, they make him find the
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  Speaker 1: house he haunts more gay. Do not abuse the girls
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  Speaker 1: he likes. Tis far from wise, for he will only
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  Speaker 1: think you spiteful. Praise them and show how ludicrous they are,
• 49:24
  Speaker 1: and ten to one he'll find the joke delightful from
• 49:30
  Speaker 1: which I draw this never failing rule. Love lives through slander,
• 49:36
  Speaker 1: but not ridicule. Do not appear incredulous, avows, as is
• 49:42
  Speaker 1: the way of self distrusting youth. A little doubt civility allows,
• 49:48
  Speaker 1: but not too long should you impugne their truth. In short,
• 49:53
  Speaker 1: if you would give true satisfaction, express belief in words
• 49:59
  Speaker 1: and doubt, should the day come when he is not
• 50:04
  Speaker 1: the same, Do not reproach and treat him like a sinner.
• 50:09
  Speaker 1: The fault is yours. Find out the lady's name and
• 50:13
  Speaker 1: be a friend and ask them both to dinner. And
• 50:18
  Speaker 1: I have heard the game not always ends when two
• 50:23
  Speaker 1: old lovers change to two good friends and a poem.
• 50:30
  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Once I went
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  Speaker 1: by Alice Dor and Caroline Doer read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 1: org by Nimo. Once I went a parody. Once I
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  Speaker 1: went to Long Island City, prepared to take the train
• 50:57
  Speaker 1: for Jamaica, Babylon Slip, Oakdale Bayport, patchog, my riches and
• 51:05
  Speaker 1: the Hampton's I had with me all things which could
• 51:10
  Speaker 1: combine to conduce to my comfort. These are the things
• 51:15
  Speaker 1: I never forget. Soon I sought out the parlor car
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  Speaker 1: porter epen visaged gold capped O official of the Long
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  Speaker 1: Island Railroad, O man o black brother, the best seat
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  Speaker 1: for me, and there take my bag, umbrella, hot water, tin,
• 51:38
  Speaker 1: overcoat and galoshes. That one flew flat footed. I followed.
• 51:47
  Speaker 1: The crowds observed me. I entered the car and selected
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  Speaker 1: some one else's place by the window, assured of my comfort.
• 51:58
  Speaker 1: Shortly the train started. Oh Hunter's Point, Oh flat and
• 52:05
  Speaker 1: uninteresting landscape. Oh Newton Creek, Oh hal oh smell? Who
• 52:13
  Speaker 1: can describe you? Nose absorbing, resistless. I might have slept,
• 52:22
  Speaker 1: but the newsboy, vociferous, importunate entered here. You are all
• 52:30
  Speaker 1: the latest magazines, Harper's Scribners, The Century, Lippingot's Frank Leslie,
• 52:37
  Speaker 1: The Cosmopolitan, The Ladies, Home Journal, Puck Judge in Life,
• 52:43
  Speaker 1: Town Topics, just out. I hated that newsboy ardently. The
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  Speaker 1: dust blew in my face, a cinder got in my eye,
• 52:54
  Speaker 1: the window shut on my thumb. The train stopped at
• 52:57
  Speaker 1: other stations than mine. But now I know it was
• 53:03
  Speaker 1: all for the best. For had I not these discomforts endured,
• 53:08
  Speaker 1: I should not have written this song? And what would
• 53:11
  Speaker 1: you have done? Then? And a poem? This recording is
• 53:17
  Speaker 1: in the public domain. Nocturn by Caroline Doer read for
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot Org by Nema Nocturn one. In the shade
• 53:35
  Speaker 1: of the trees, it is night, but out here bright
• 53:39
  Speaker 1: is noon. All the garden lies brilliantly white in the
• 53:44
  Speaker 1: light of the moon, and the rose laden air breathes
• 53:48
  Speaker 1: the light, and love passes so soon. Two from across
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  Speaker 1: the far fields comes the sound of the sea on
• 54:01
  Speaker 1: the shore. So the love of all time echoes round
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  Speaker 1: the wide world, ore and o'er. But our love time
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  Speaker 1: is brief, and when found, shall we waste it? The more?
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  Speaker 1: Three From the branches I brush as I pass fall,
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  Speaker 1: the dewdrops like rain in the wind in the tree
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  Speaker 1: sighs alas and is silent again. But no faint footstep
• 54:33
  Speaker 1: rustles the grass, and I listen in vain. Four, O,
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  Speaker 1: my lady, your garden lies fair in the light of
• 54:44
  Speaker 1: the moon. It is midnight, But why should we care?
• 54:50
  Speaker 1: In our hearts is high noon, life is sweet as
• 54:55
  Speaker 1: the rose laden air, And love passes so soon? And
• 55:03
  Speaker 1: a poem. This recording is in the public domain. Wasted
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  Speaker 1: Time by Caroline Doer read for LibriVox dot org by
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  Speaker 1: Nima Wasted Time. Now, some people there be who would
• 55:25
  Speaker 1: argue with me on the pleasure of working, for working
• 55:29
  Speaker 1: sake of the joys that you find when you force
• 55:32
  Speaker 1: your mind new mountains to climb and new pathways to take. Now,
• 55:38
  Speaker 1: they learn how to cook from a cookery book. They
• 55:42
  Speaker 1: nurse the poor sick, or go visiting crime. Seven fads
• 55:46
  Speaker 1: in a day are not too much, for they would
• 55:49
  Speaker 1: do anything rather than waste their time. There are classes,
• 55:54
  Speaker 1: indeed fit for anyone's need to play cards, the piano,
• 55:59
  Speaker 1: or some times the deuce to make brownings seem plain
• 56:03
  Speaker 1: to paint castles in Spain. But if you've no talent,
• 56:08
  Speaker 1: why what is the use? And a few collect things
• 56:13
  Speaker 1: such as butterflies, wings, and I collect words into versatile rhyme.
• 56:19
  Speaker 1: Yet I think on the whole, for the good of
• 56:21
  Speaker 1: my soul, I should rather do nothing than waste my time.
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  Speaker 1: End a poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: End of Poems by Caroline and Alice Dor