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Complete Poems-Anne Brontë · Jock of the Bushveld

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  Speaker 1: Introduction to the complete Poems of Anne Bronte. This LibriVox
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  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain. Introduction by Charlotte Bronte.
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  Speaker 1: In looking over my sister Anne's papers, I find mournful
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  Speaker 1: evidence that religious feeling had been for her, but too
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  Speaker 1: much like what it was to cowper. I mean, of course,
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  Speaker 1: in a far milder form, without rendering her a prey
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  Speaker 1: to those horrors that defy concealment. It subdued her mood
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  Speaker 1: and bearing to a perpetual pensiveness. The pillar of a
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  Speaker 1: cloud glided constantly before her eyes. She ever waited at
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  Speaker 1: the foot of a secret, siny eye, listening in her
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  Speaker 1: heart to the voice of a trumpet, sounding long and
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  Speaker 1: wax seeing louder. Some perhaps would rejoice over these tokens
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  Speaker 1: of sincere, those sorrowing piety in a deceased relative. I
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  Speaker 1: own to me, they seem sad, as if her whole
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  Speaker 1: innocent life had been passed under the martyrdom of an
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  Speaker 1: unconfessed physical pain. Their effect, indeed, would be too distressing,
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  Speaker 1: were it not combated by the certain knowledge that, in
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  Speaker 1: her last moments, this tyranny of a too tender conscience
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  Speaker 1: was overcome. This pomp of terrors broke up, and passing away,
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  Speaker 1: left her dying hour unclouded. Her belief in God did
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  Speaker 1: not then bring to her dread as of a stern judge,
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  Speaker 1: but hope, as in a creator and savior, and no fault.
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  Speaker 1: Hope was it but a sure and steadfast conviction on which,
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  Speaker 1: in the rude passage from time to eternity, she threw
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  Speaker 1: the weight of her human weakness, and by which she
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  Speaker 1: was enabled to bear what was to be borne patiently, serenely, victoriously.
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  Speaker 1: End of introduction read by Alan Mapstone. The Captain's Dream
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  Speaker 1: by Anbronte readfilivermox dot Org by Alan Mapstone. Methought I
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  Speaker 1: saw him, but I knew him not. He was so
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  Speaker 1: changed from what he used to be. There was no
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  Speaker 1: redness in his woe worn cheeks, no sunny smile upon
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  Speaker 1: his ashy lips. His hollow, wandering eyes look wild and fierce,
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  Speaker 1: and grief was printed on his marble brow. And oh,
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  Speaker 1: I thought he clasped his wasted hands and raised his
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  Speaker 1: haggard eyes to heaven and prayed that he might die.
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  Speaker 1: I had no power to speak. I thought I was
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  Speaker 1: allowed to see him thus, And yet I might not
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  Speaker 1: speak one single word. I might not even tell him
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  Speaker 1: that I lived, and that it might be possible if
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  Speaker 1: search were made to find out where I was and
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  Speaker 1: set me free. Oh how I longed to clasp him
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  Speaker 1: to my heart, or but to hold his trembling hand
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  Speaker 1: in mine and speak one word, a word of comfort
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  Speaker 1: to his mind. I struggled wildly, but it was in vain.
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  Speaker 1: I could not rise from my dark dungeon floor, and
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  Speaker 1: the dear name I vainly strove to speak, died in
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  Speaker 1: a voiceless whisper on my tongue. Then I awoke, And
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  Speaker 1: though it was a dream, a dream, alas it was reality.
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  Speaker 1: For well, I know wherever he may be, he mourns me. Thus,
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  Speaker 1: Oh Heaven, I could bear my deadly fate with calmness
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  Speaker 1: if there were no kindred hearts to bleed and break
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  Speaker 1: for me. Alexandrina Zenobia and Bronte, written January twenty fourth,
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  Speaker 1: eighteen thirty eight, and a poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain. The North Wind by Anne Bronte, read
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  Speaker 1: Forlibrevox dot Org by Alamapstone. That wind is from the North.
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  Speaker 1: I know it well. No other breeze could have so
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  Speaker 1: wild a swell, now deep and loud. It thunders round
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  Speaker 1: my cell, then faintly dies and softly sighs and moans
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  Speaker 1: and murmurs mournfully. I know its language. Thus it speaks
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  Speaker 1: to me. I have passed over thy own mountains, deer
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  Speaker 1: thy northern mountains, and they still are free, still lonely, wild, majestic,
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  Speaker 1: bleak and drear and stern and lovely, as they used
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  Speaker 1: to be when thou, a young enthusiast, as wild and
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  Speaker 1: free as they, or rocks and glens and snowy heights,
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  Speaker 1: didst often love to stray. I've blown the pure, untrodden
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  Speaker 1: snows in whirling eddies from their brows, and I have
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  Speaker 1: howled in caverns wild where thou, a joyous mountain child,
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  Speaker 1: didst dearly love to be. The sweet world is not changed,
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  Speaker 1: but thou art pining in a dungeon now, where thou
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  Speaker 1: must ever be. No voice but mine can reach thy ears,
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  Speaker 1: And Heaven has kindly sent me here to mourn and
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  Speaker 1: sigh with THEE, and tell THEE of the cherished land
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  Speaker 1: of thy nativity. Blow on wild wind, Thy solemn voice,
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  Speaker 1: however sad and drear, is nothing to the gloomy silence
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  Speaker 1: I have had to bear. Hot tears are streaming from
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  Speaker 1: my eyes, but these are better far than that dull, gnawing,
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  Speaker 1: tearless time, the stupor of despair, confined and hopeless as
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  Speaker 1: I am, Oh, speak of liberty. Oh tell me of
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  Speaker 1: my mountain home, and I will welcome thee Alexandrina's Zenobia
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  Speaker 1: and Bronte January twenty sixth, eighteen thirty eight. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: His recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: The parting by Anne Bronte redfully revoked that org by
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  Speaker 2: Morphine Lalli. The chestnut steeds stood by the gate, his
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  Speaker 2: noble master's will to wait. The wooded parks so green
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  Speaker 2: and bright, was glowing in the morning light. The young
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  Speaker 2: leaves of aspen trees were dancing in the morning breeze.
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  Speaker 2: The palace door was opened wide. The lord was standing there,
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  Speaker 2: and his sweet lady by his side, with soft, dark
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  Speaker 2: eyes and raven hair. He smiling, took her ivory hand
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  Speaker 2: and said, no longer here I stand. My charger shakes
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  Speaker 2: a flowing main and calls me with impatient nay adieu.
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  Speaker 2: Then to we meet again, sweet love, I must no
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  Speaker 2: longer say, you must not go so soon, he said,
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  Speaker 2: I will not say farewell. The sun has not dispelled
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  Speaker 2: the shade, and yonder dewy dell, dark shadows of gigantic
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  Speaker 2: lengths are sleeping on the lawn, And scarcely have the
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  Speaker 2: birds begun to hail the summer morn. Then stay with
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  Speaker 2: me a little while, he said, with soft and summy smile.
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  Speaker 2: He smiled again, and did not speak, but lightly kissed
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  Speaker 2: her rosy cheek, and baldly clasped her in his arms.
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  Speaker 2: Then vaulted on his steep and down the park smooth
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  Speaker 2: winding road, he urged his flying speed. Still by the door,
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  Speaker 2: his lady stood and watched his jaget flight until he
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  Speaker 2: reached the distant whip that hid him from her sight.
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  Speaker 2: But ere he vanished from her view. He waved to
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  Speaker 2: her alas de dew, but onward hastily he steered, and
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  Speaker 2: in the forest disappeared. The lady smiled a pensive smile,
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  Speaker 2: and heaped a gentle sigh. But her cheek was unbleashed
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  Speaker 2: all the while, and tearless was her eye. A thousand
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  Speaker 2: lovely flowers, he said, are smiling on the plain, and ere,
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  Speaker 2: when half of them are dead, My Lord will come again.
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  Speaker 2: The leaves are waving fresh and green on every stately tree,
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  Speaker 2: and long before they die away, he will return to
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  Speaker 2: me a last for a lady. Say not so that
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  Speaker 2: canst not tell the weight of woe that lies in
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  Speaker 2: store for thee. Those flowers will fade, those leaves will fall,
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  Speaker 2: winter will darken yonder hall. Sweet spring will smile on
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  Speaker 2: ere hill and plain, and trees and flowers will bloom again,
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  Speaker 2: and years will still keep rolling on. But thy beloved
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  Speaker 2: Lord is gone. His absence, Thou shalt deeply mourn and
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  Speaker 2: never smile on his return. In the poem. This recording
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  Speaker 2: is in the public domain. The parding by Anne Bronte
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  Speaker 2: read for Liebervox dot Org by Morphine Lolly. The lady
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  Speaker 2: of Abiano's Hall is waving on her lord the blackbird's song.
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  Speaker 2: The cuckoos call no joy to her afford. He smiles
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  Speaker 2: not at the summer sun, nor at the winter's blast.
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  Speaker 2: He mourns that he is still alone, though three long
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  Speaker 2: years have passed. I knew her when her eyes were bright.
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  Speaker 2: I knew her winter's step was light and bliss him
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  Speaker 2: as the mountain doe, And when her cheeks were like
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  Speaker 2: the road, and when her voice was full and free,
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  Speaker 2: and when her smile was sweet to see. But now
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  Speaker 2: the luster of her eye is dim, with many a tear.
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  Speaker 2: Her footsteps of elasticity is time with grief and fear.
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  Speaker 2: The rose has left her hollow cheeks. In a low
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  Speaker 2: and mournful tone she speaks, And when he smiles, tis
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  Speaker 2: but a gleam of sunshine on a winter's day. The
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  Speaker 2: faintly beings her dreary clouds, and in a moment fades away.
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  Speaker 2: It does not warm, it does not cheer. It makes
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  Speaker 2: us sigh for summer days when feels your green and
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  Speaker 2: skies were clear, and when the sun has kinder rays.
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  Speaker 2: For three years he has waited there, still hoping for
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  Speaker 2: her lord's return. But vainly he may hope and fear,
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  Speaker 2: and vainly watch weep and mourn. He may wait for
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  Speaker 2: him till her hairs are gray, he may wear her
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  Speaker 2: life away. But to his lady and his home, her
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  Speaker 2: lord will never come. I wish I knew the words
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  Speaker 2: she said. I wish I could despair. The fruitless hopes,
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  Speaker 2: this constant dread are more than I can bear. Then,
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  Speaker 2: do not hope, and do not weep. He loved THEE faithfully,
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  Speaker 2: and nothing short of death could keep so true a
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  Speaker 2: heart from me. Elsa, he would never go and leave THEE.
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  Speaker 2: Thus to mourn he must be dead, for death alone
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  Speaker 2: could hinder his return. Twas thus I spoke because I
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  Speaker 2: felt as if my heart would break to see her
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  Speaker 2: thus so slowly pine, for Abiano's sake. But more than that,
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  Speaker 2: I would not tell, though all the while I knew
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  Speaker 2: so well the time and nature of his death, For
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  Speaker 2: when he drew his parting breath, his head was pillowed
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  Speaker 2: on my knee, and his dark eyes were turned to
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  Speaker 2: me with an agonized, heart breaking glance until he saw me.
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  Speaker 3: Not.
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  Speaker 2: Oh, the look of that dying young man can never
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  Speaker 2: be forgot. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 2: public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Nurses to a Child by Anne Bronte and Free Revox
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  Speaker 4: dot Or by Agnes Robert bare.
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  Speaker 1: M.
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  Speaker 4: Raise those eyes to me again, and smile again, so joyously,
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  Speaker 4: and fear not love. It was not pain nor grief
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  Speaker 4: that drew those tears from me.
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  Speaker 5: I love it.
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  Speaker 4: Child. Thou canst not tell the thoughts that in my
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  Speaker 4: bosom swell. Whene'er I look on THEE, Thou knowest not
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  Speaker 4: that a glance of thine can bring back along departed years,
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  Speaker 4: and that thy blue eyes magic shine can overflow my
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  Speaker 4: own with tears, and that each feature soft and fair,
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  Speaker 4: in every curl of thy golden hair, some sweet remembrance bears.
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  Speaker 4: Just then Thou didst recall to me a distant, long
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  Speaker 4: forgotten scene. One smile and one sweet word from THEE
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  Speaker 4: dispelled the years that rolled between. I was a little
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  Speaker 4: child again, and every after joy and pain seemed never
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  Speaker 4: to have been. Our forest trees waved over me to
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  Speaker 4: hide me from the heat of day, and by my side,
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  Speaker 4: a child like thee among the summer flower its lay,
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  Speaker 4: he was thy own. Thou marry child like thee. He
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  Speaker 4: spoke like thee, he smiled like thee. He used to play. Oh,
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  Speaker 4: those were calm and happy days. He loved each other
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  Speaker 4: fondly then. But human love too soon decays, and ours
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  Speaker 4: can never bloom again. I never thought to see the
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  Speaker 4: day when Florian's friendship would decay like that of colder men. Now, Flora,
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  Speaker 4: thou hast but begun the sail on life's deceitful sea.
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  Speaker 4: Oh do not err as I have done, For I
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  Speaker 4: have trusted foolishly. The faith of every friend I loved
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  Speaker 4: I never doubted till I proved their hearts in constancy.
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  Speaker 4: Is mournful to look back upon those long departed joys
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  Speaker 4: and care. And I will weep, since thou alone heart
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  Speaker 4: witness to my streaming tears. This lingering love will not depart.
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  Speaker 4: I cannot banish from my heart a friend of childhood's ears.
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  Speaker 4: But though thy father loves me, not yet shall I
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  Speaker 4: still be loved by THEE. And though I am by
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  Speaker 4: him forgot say, wilt not thou remember me? I will
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  Speaker 4: not cause thy heart to ache for thy regretted father's sake. Ah,
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  Speaker 4: love and cherish THEE. Alexandrina Zenobia, Anne Bronte, August twenty first,
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  Speaker 4: eighteen thirty eight. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 4: the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: Self congratulation by Anne Bronte, read for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 6: by David George Kennedy. Ellen, you were thoughtless ones of
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  Speaker 6: beauty or of grace, simple and homely in attire, careless
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  Speaker 6: of form and face. Then whence this change? And wherefore
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  Speaker 6: now so often smooth your hair? And wherefore deck your
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  Speaker 6: youthful form with such unwearied care? Tell us and cease
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  Speaker 6: to tire our ears with that familiar strain. Why will
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  Speaker 6: you play those simple tunes so often? O'er again? Indeed,
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  Speaker 6: dear friends, I can but say that childhood's thoughts are gone,
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  Speaker 6: and each year its new feelings brings, and years move
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  Speaker 6: swiftly on. And for these little simple airs I love
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  Speaker 6: to play the more so much I dare not promise
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  Speaker 6: now to play them never more, I answered, And it
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  Speaker 6: was enough. They turned them to depart. They could not
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  Speaker 6: read my secret thoughts, nor see my throbbing heart. I've
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  Speaker 6: noticed many a youthful form, upon whose changeful face the
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  Speaker 6: inmost workings of the soul. The gazer well might trace
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  Speaker 6: the speaking eye, the changing lip, the ready blushing cheek,
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  Speaker 6: the smiling or beclouded brow. Their different feelings speak. But
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  Speaker 6: thank God, you might gaze on mine for hours and
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  Speaker 6: never know the secret changes of my soul, from joy
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  Speaker 6: to keenest woe. Last night, as we sat round the fire,
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  Speaker 6: conversing merrily, we heard, without approaching steps of one well
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  Speaker 6: known to me. There was no trembling in my voice,
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  Speaker 6: no blush upon my cheek, no lustrous sparkle in my
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  Speaker 6: eyes of hope or joy to speak, But oh, my
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  Speaker 6: spirit burned within my heart beat full and fast. He came,
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  Speaker 6: not nigh, he went away, And then my joy was past.
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  Speaker 6: And yet my comrades marked it not. My voice was
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  Speaker 6: still the same. They saw me smile, and o'er my face,
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  Speaker 6: no signs of sadness came. They little knew my hidden thoughts,
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  Speaker 6: and they will never know the aching anguish of my heart.
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  Speaker 6: The bitter burning woe end of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 6: in the public domain. The Blue Bell by Anne Bronte,
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  Speaker 6: read for LibriVox dot Org by David George Kennedy. A
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  Speaker 6: fine and subtle spirit dwells in every little flower, each
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  Speaker 6: one its own sweet feeling, breathes with more or less
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  Speaker 6: of power. There is a silent eloquence in every wild
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  Speaker 6: blue bell that fills my softened heart with bliss that
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  Speaker 6: words could never tell. Yet I recall, not long ago,
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  Speaker 6: a bright and sunny day, twas when I let a
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  Speaker 6: toilsome life life so many leagues away that day along
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  Speaker 6: a sunny road, all carelessly I strayed between two banks,
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  Speaker 6: were smiling flowers, their varied hues displayed Before me, rose
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  Speaker 6: a lofty hill Behind me, lay the sea. My heart
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  Speaker 6: was not so heavy then, as it was wont to
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  Speaker 6: be less harassed than at other times. I saw the
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  Speaker 6: scene was fair, and spoke and laughed to those around,
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  Speaker 6: as if I knew no care. But when I looked
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  Speaker 6: upon the bank, my wandering glances fell upon a little
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  Speaker 6: trembling flower, a single sweet bluebell. Whence came that rising
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  Speaker 6: in my throat, that dimness in my eye? Why did
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  Speaker 6: those burning drops distill those bitter feelings rise? Oh, that
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  Speaker 6: lone flower recalled to me my happy childhood's hours, when
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  Speaker 6: bluebells seemed like fairy gifts, a prize among the flowers,
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  Speaker 6: those sunnied days of merriment, when heart and soul were free,
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  Speaker 6: and when I dwelt with kindred hearts that loved and
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  Speaker 6: cared for me. I had not then, mid heartless crowds,
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  Speaker 6: to spend the thankless life in seeking after other's wheel,
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  Speaker 6: with anxious toil and strife. Sad wanderer weep those blissful
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  Speaker 6: times that never may return the lovely flower, it seemed
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  Speaker 6: to say, And thus it made me mourn and of palm.
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  Speaker 6: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: An Orphan's Lament by Anne Bronte read for Librevox dot
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  Speaker 7: Org by Tanya Manion. She's gone, And twice the summer's
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  Speaker 7: sun has gilt Regina's towers, and melted wild Angre's snows,
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  Speaker 7: and warmed to Penis bowers. The flower wits twice on
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  Speaker 7: Hill and Dale have bloomed and died away. And twice
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  Speaker 7: the rustling forest leaves have fallen to decay. And thrice
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  Speaker 7: stern Winter's icy hand has checked the river's flow, And
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  Speaker 7: three times or the mountains thrown his spotless robe of snow.
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  Speaker 7: Two summers springs and autumn sad, three winters cold and gray?
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  Speaker 7: And is it then so long ago that wild November day?
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  Speaker 7: They say, such tears as children weep will soon be
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  Speaker 7: dried away. That childhood's grief, however, strong, is only for
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  Speaker 7: a day, And parted friends, how dear soeir will soon forgotten.
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  Speaker 7: Be it may be so with other hearts, it is
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  Speaker 7: not so with me, my mother. Thou wilt weep no more,
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  Speaker 7: for thou art gone above? But can I ever cease
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  Speaker 7: to mourn thy fond and fervent love?
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  Speaker 8: While that was mine?
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  Speaker 7: The world to me was sunshine, bright and fat. No
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  Speaker 7: feeling rose within my heart. But thou couldst read it there,
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  Speaker 7: and thou couldst feel for all my joys and all
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  Speaker 7: my childish cares, and never weary of my play or
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  Speaker 7: scorn my foolish fears. Beneath thy sweet maternal smile, all
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  Speaker 7: pain and sorrow fled, and even the very tears were
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  Speaker 7: sweet upon thy bosom shed. Thy loss can never be repaired.
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  Speaker 7: I shall not know again while life remains the peaceful
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  Speaker 7: joy that filled my spirit. Then where shall I find
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  Speaker 7: a heart like thine? While life remains to me? And
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  Speaker 7: where shall I bestow the love I ever bore? For
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  Speaker 7: thee end of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Lines written at Thorpe Green by Anne Bronte, read for
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  Speaker 7: LibriVox Dot by Tanya Manion. That summer sun, whose genial
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  Speaker 7: glow now cheers my drooping spirit, so must cold and
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  Speaker 7: silent be, and only light our northern clime with feeble
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  Speaker 7: ray before the time I long so much to see.
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  Speaker 7: And this soft whispering breeze that now so gently cools
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  Speaker 7: my fevered brow, This too, alas must turn to a
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  Speaker 7: wild blast whose icy dart pierces and chills me to
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  Speaker 7: the heart before I cease to mourn. And these bright
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  Speaker 7: flowers I love so well, Verbena rose and sweet bluebell
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  Speaker 7: must droop and die away. Those thick green leaves, with
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  Speaker 7: all their shade and rustling music, they must fade and
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  Speaker 7: everyone decay. But if the sunny summertime and woods and
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  Speaker 7: meadows in their prime are sweet to them, that rome
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  Speaker 7: far sweeter is the winter bare, with long dark nights,
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  Speaker 7: and landscape drear to them that are at home. End
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  Speaker 7: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 9: Appeal by Anne Bronte, read for LibriVox dot Org by
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  Speaker 9: Anthony will Oh. I am very weary, though tears no
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  Speaker 9: longer flow. My eyes are tired of weeping. My heart
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  Speaker 9: is sick of woe. My life is very lonely. My
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  Speaker 9: days pass heavily. I'm weary of repining. Wilt thou not
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  Speaker 9: come to me?
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  Speaker 6: Oh?
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  Speaker 9: Didst thou know my longings for thee from day to day,
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  Speaker 9: my hope so often blighted? Thou wouldst not thus delay?
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  Speaker 9: Anne Bronte, August twenty eighth, eighteen forty one. End of poem.
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  Speaker 9: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 10: Despondency by Anne Bronte, read for LibriVox dot Org by
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  Speaker 10: Larie Wilson, I have gone backward in the work. The
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  Speaker 10: labor has not sped, drowsy and dark, my spirit lies
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  Speaker 10: heavy and dull as lead. How can I rouse my
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  Speaker 10: sinking soul from such a lethargy? How can I break
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  Speaker 10: these iron chains and set my spirit free? There have
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  Speaker 10: been times when I have mourned in anguish or the past,
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  Speaker 10: and raised my suppliant hands on high, while tears fell
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  Speaker 10: thick and fast, and prayed to have my sins forgiven,
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  Speaker 10: with such a fervent zeal and earnest grief, a strong
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  Speaker 10: desire as now I cannot feel, and vowed to trample
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  Speaker 10: on my sins, and call'd on Heaven to aid my
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  Speaker 10: spirit in her firm resolves and the vows I made,
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  Speaker 10: And I have felt so full of love, so strong
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  Speaker 10: in spirit, then, as if my heart would never cool
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  Speaker 10: or wander back again. And yet alas, how many times
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  Speaker 10: my feet have gone astray? How oft have I forgot
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  Speaker 10: my God? How greatly fallen away my sins increase, my
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  Speaker 10: love grows cold, and hope within me dies, even faith
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  Speaker 10: itself is wavering. Now, Oh, how shall I arise? I
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  Speaker 10: cannot weep, but I can pray. Then let me not despair.
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  Speaker 10: Lord Jesus, save me lest I die. Christ hear my
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  Speaker 10: humble prayer December twentieth, eighteen forty one in the poem.
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  Speaker 1: To Cooper by Ambronte read Forliverywox dot Org by Alan Mapstone.
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  Speaker 1: Sweet are thy strains, celestial bard and oft. In childhood years,
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  Speaker 1: I've read them ore and or again, with floods of
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  Speaker 1: silent tears. The language of my inmost heart I traced
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  Speaker 1: in every line My sins, my sorrows, hopes and fears
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  Speaker 1: were there, and only mine, or for myself, the sigh
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  Speaker 1: would swell the tear of anguish start. I little knew
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  Speaker 1: what wilder woe had filled the poet's heart. I did
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  Speaker 1: not know the nights of gloom, the days of misery,
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  Speaker 1: the long, long years of dark despair that crushed and
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  Speaker 1: tortured thee. But they are gone from earth at length.
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  Speaker 1: Thy gentle soul is past, and in the bosom of
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  Speaker 1: its God has found its home at last. It must
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  Speaker 1: be so. If God is love and answer is fervent prayer,
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  Speaker 1: then surely thou shalt dwell on high and I may
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  Speaker 1: meet thee. There is he The source of every good,
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  Speaker 1: the spring of purity. Then in thine hours of deepest woe,
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  Speaker 1: thy God was still with thee How else, whenevery hope
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  Speaker 1: was fled, couldst thou so fondlye cling to holy things
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  Speaker 1: and holy men? And how so sweetly sing of things
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  Speaker 1: that God alone could teach? And whence that purity, that
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  Speaker 1: hatred of all sinful ways? That gentle charity are the
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  Speaker 1: ease the symptoms of a heart of heavenly grace bereft,
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  Speaker 1: forever banished from its God to Satan's fury left. Yet,
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  Speaker 1: should thy darkest fears be true? If Heaven be so
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  Speaker 1: severe that such a soul as thine is lost? Oh,
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  Speaker 1: how shall I appear?
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  Speaker 11: And?
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  Speaker 1: Bronte November tenth, eighteen forty two. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 12: In Memory of a happy Day in February by Anne Bronte,
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  Speaker 12: read for LibriVox dot Org by Anne Gowan. Blessed be
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  Speaker 12: thou for all the joy my soul has felt today, Oh,
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  Speaker 12: let its memory stay with me and never pass away.
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  Speaker 12: I was alone, for those I loved were far away
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  Speaker 12: from me. The sun shone on the withered grass, the
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  Speaker 12: wind blew fresh and free. Was it the smile of
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  Speaker 12: early spring that made my bosom glow? Twas sweet? But
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  Speaker 12: neither sun nor wind could raise my spirit. So was
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  Speaker 12: it some feeling of delight, all vague and undefined. No,
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  Speaker 12: twas a rapture, deep and strong, expanding in my mind.
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  Speaker 12: Was it a sanguine view of life and all its
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  Speaker 12: transient bliss, a hope of bright prosperity. Oh? No, it
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  Speaker 12: was not this. It was a glimpse of truth divine
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  Speaker 12: unto my spirit, given illumined by a ray of light
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  Speaker 12: that shone direct from heaven. I felt there was a
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  Speaker 12: God on high by whom all things were made. I
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  Speaker 12: saw his wisdom and his power, and all his works displayed.
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  Speaker 12: But most throughout the moral world, I saw his glory shine.
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  Speaker 12: I saw his wisdom infinite, his mercy. All divine, deep
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  Speaker 12: secrets of his providence in darkness, long concealed unto the
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  Speaker 12: vision of my soul, were graciously revealed. But while I
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  Speaker 12: wondered and adored his majesty divine, I did not tremble
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  Speaker 12: at his power. I felt that God was mine. I
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  Speaker 12: knew that my Redeemer lived. I did not fear to die.
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  Speaker 12: I felt that I should rise again to immortality. I
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  Speaker 12: longed to view that bliss divine which I have never seen.
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  Speaker 12: Like Moses, I would see his face without the veil
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  Speaker 12: between Begun in February, Finished November tenth, eighteen forty two.
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  Speaker 12: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 13: Lines composed in a Wood on a Windy Day by
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  Speaker 13: Anne Bronte, red Forlibrevox dot Org by Belinda mac Reynolds.
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  Speaker 13: My soul is awakened. My spirit is soaring and carried
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  Speaker 13: aloft on the wings of the breeze. For above and
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  Speaker 13: around me, the wild wind is roaring, arousing to rapture
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  Speaker 13: the earth and the seas. The long withered grass in
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  Speaker 13: the sunshine is glancing. The bare trees are tossing their
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  Speaker 13: branches on high. The dead leaves beneath them are merrily dancing.
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  Speaker 13: The white clouds are scudding across the blue sky. I
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  Speaker 13: wish I could see how the ocean is lashing the
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  Speaker 13: foam of its billows to whirlwinds of spray. I wish
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  Speaker 13: I could see how its proud waves are dashing, and
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  Speaker 13: hear the wild roar of their thunder to day. End
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  Speaker 10: A Word to the Elect by Anne Bronte, read for
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  Speaker 10: Lebrovox dot Org by Larry Wilson. You may rejoice to
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  Speaker 10: think yourselves secure. You may be grateful for the gift divine,
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  Speaker 10: that grace unsought, which made your black hearts pure, and
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  Speaker 10: fits your earth born souls in heaven to shine. But
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  Speaker 10: is it sweet to look around and view thousands excluded
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  Speaker 10: from that happiness which they deserve at least as much
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  Speaker 10: as you. Their faults not greater, nor their virtues less.
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  Speaker 10: And wherefore should you love your God the more? Because
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  Speaker 10: you alone His smiles are given, because he chose to
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  Speaker 10: pass the many ore and only bring the favored few
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  Speaker 10: to heaven. And wherefore should your hearts more grateful?
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  Speaker 14: Prove?
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  Speaker 10: Because for all the Savior did not die. Is yours
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  Speaker 10: the God of justice and of love? And are your
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  Speaker 10: bosoms warm with charity?
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  Speaker 6: Say?
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  Speaker 10: Does your heart expand to all mankind? And would you
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  Speaker 10: ever to your neighbor do the weak, the strong, the
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  Speaker 10: enlighten'd and the blind, as you would have your neighbor
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  Speaker 10: do to you. And when you looking on your fellow men,
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  Speaker 10: behold them doomed to endless misery? How can you talk
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  Speaker 10: of joy and rapture. Then may God withhold such cruel
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  Speaker 10: joy from me that none deserve eternal bliss. I know
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  Speaker 10: unberrited the grace in mercy given, But none shall sink
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  Speaker 10: to everlasting woe that have not well deserved the wrath
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  Speaker 10: of heaven. And oh, there lives within my heart a
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  Speaker 10: hope long nursed by me. And should his cheering ray depart,
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  Speaker 10: how dark my soul would be. That, as in Adam
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  Speaker 10: all have died, in Christ, shall all men live and
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  Speaker 10: ever round His throne bide eternal praise to give that
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  Speaker 10: even the wicked shall at last be fitted for the skies.
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  Speaker 10: And when their dreadful doom is passed to life and
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  Speaker 10: light arise. I ask not how remote the day, nor
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  Speaker 10: what the sinners woe before their dross is perched away,
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  Speaker 10: enough for me to know that when the cup of
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  Speaker 10: wrath is drained the metal purified, they'll cling to what
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  Speaker 10: they once disdained and lived by Him that died May
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  Speaker 10: twenty eighth, eighteen forty three in the poem. This recording
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  Speaker 15: The Doubter's Prayer by Anne Bronte, read for libyvox dot
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  Speaker 15: Org by Chocolate Yoda eternal power of earth and air,
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  Speaker 15: unseen yet seen in all around, remote but dwelling everywhere,
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  Speaker 15: though silent, heard in every sound. If e'er thine ear
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  Speaker 15: in mercy, bent when wretched mortals cried to thee, And
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  Speaker 15: if indeed thy son was sent to save lost sinners
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  Speaker 15: such as me, then hear me. Now. While kneeling here,
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  Speaker 15: I lift to THEE my heart and eye, and all
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  Speaker 15: my soul ascends in prayer. Oh give me, give me faith,
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  Speaker 15: I cry. Without some glimmering in my heart, I could
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  Speaker 15: not raise this fervent prayer. But Oh, a stronger light impart,
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  Speaker 15: and in thy mercy fix it there. While faith is
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  Speaker 15: with me, I am blest. It turns my darkest night
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  Speaker 15: to day. But while I clasp it to my breast,
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  Speaker 15: I often feel it slid away, Then cold and dark.
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  Speaker 15: My spirit sinks to see my light of life depart,
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  Speaker 15: and every fiend of hell methinks enjoys the anguish of
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  Speaker 15: my heart. What shall I do if all my love,
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  Speaker 15: my hopes, my toil are cast away? And if there
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  Speaker 15: be no God above to hear and bless me when
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  Speaker 15: I pray? If this be vain delusion, all, if death
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  Speaker 15: be an eternal sleep, and none can hear my secret
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  Speaker 15: call or see the silent tears I weep. Oh help
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  Speaker 15: me God, for thou alone canst my distracted soul, relieve
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  Speaker 15: forsake it not? It is thine own, though weak yet
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  Speaker 15: longing to believe. Oh, drive these cruel doubts away, and
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  Speaker 15: and make me know that thou art God. A faith
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  Speaker 15: that shines by night and day will lighten every earthly load.
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  Speaker 15: If I believe that Jesus died and waking rose to
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  Speaker 15: reign above, then surely sorrow, sin and pride must yield
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  Speaker 15: to peace and hope and love and all the blessed
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  Speaker 15: words he said. Will strength and holy joy impart a
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  Speaker 15: shield of safety o'er my head, a spring of comfort
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  Speaker 15: in my heart. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 4: The captive Dove I am bronte mad Forlee Revox dot
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  Speaker 4: org my Agnes Robert Baar, poor restless dove, thee. And
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  Speaker 4: when I hear thy plaintive moan, I mourn for thy captivity,
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  Speaker 4: and in thy woes forget mine own to see thee
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  Speaker 4: stand prepared to fly and flap those useless wings of
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  Speaker 4: thine and gaze into the distant sky would melt a
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  Speaker 4: harder heart than mine. In vain, In vain, Thou canst
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  Speaker 4: not rise. Thy prison roof confines thee. There, its slender
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  Speaker 4: wires delude thine eyes and quench thy longings with despair. Oh,
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  Speaker 4: thou wert made to wander free and sunny, meat and
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  Speaker 4: shady grove, and far beyond the rolling see in distant
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  Speaker 4: climes at will to rove. Yet, hadst thou but one
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  Speaker 4: gentle mate, thy little drooping heart, to cheer and share
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  Speaker 4: with thee, thy captive state, Thou cut'st me happy even there, Yes,
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  Speaker 4: even there, If listening by one faithful, dear companion stood
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  Speaker 4: while gazing on her full bright eye, thou mightst forget
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  Speaker 4: thy native wood. But thou poor solitary dove must make
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  Speaker 4: unheard thy Joeler's moan. The heart that nature formed to
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  Speaker 4: love must pine neglected and alone. A. Bronte, October thirty first,
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  Speaker 4: eighteen forty three, end of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 16: The Consolation by Anne Bronte read Philbrivox to Talk by Emma,
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  Speaker 16: Thou bleak these woods and damp the ground with fallen
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  Speaker 16: leaves so thickly strown and cold, the wind that wanders
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  Speaker 16: round with wild and mancholy moan. There is a friendly
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  Speaker 16: ruth I know might shield me from the wintry blast.
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  Speaker 16: There is a fire whose ruddy glow will cheer me
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  Speaker 16: for my wanderings past. And so though still where'er I go, cold,
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  Speaker 16: stranger glances meet my eye. Though when my spirit sinks
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  Speaker 16: in woe, unheeded swells the unbidden sigh. Though solitude endured
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  Speaker 16: too long bids youthful joys too soon. Decay makes mirth
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  Speaker 16: a stranger to my tongue. And o'er the clouds my
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  Speaker 16: noon of day, when kindly thoughts that would have way
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  Speaker 16: flow back discourage to my breast. I know there is,
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  Speaker 16: though far away, a home where hard and soul may rest.
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  Speaker 16: Warm hands are there that clast in mine. The warmer
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  Speaker 16: heart will not belie, while mirth and truth and friendship
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  Speaker 16: shine in smiling lip and earnest eye. The ice that
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  Speaker 16: gathers round my heart may there be thought, and sweetly,
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  Speaker 16: then the joys of youth that now depart will come
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  Speaker 16: to cheer my soul again. Though far I roam, that
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  Speaker 16: thought shall be my hope, my comfort everywhere. While such
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  Speaker 16: a home remains to me. My heart shall never know
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  Speaker 16: to spare. Anne Bronte, November seventh, eighteen forty eight. End
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  Speaker 16: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 17: Past Days by Anne Bronte, read for LibriVox dot org.
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  Speaker 17: Tis strange to think there was a time when mirth
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  Speaker 17: was not an empty name, when laughter really cheered the heart,
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  Speaker 17: and frequent smiles unbidden came, and tears of grief would
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  Speaker 17: only flow in sympathy for others woe. One speech expressed
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  Speaker 17: the inward thought and heart too kindred, heart was bare,
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  Speaker 17: and summer days were far too short for all the
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  Speaker 17: pleasures crowded there, and silence, solitude, and rest now welcome
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  Speaker 17: to the weary breast, were all unprized, uncourted then, and
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  Speaker 17: all the joy one spirit showed the other deeply felt again,
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  Speaker 17: and friendship like a river, flowed constant and strong its
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  Speaker 17: silent course, for naught withstood its gentle force. One night,
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  Speaker 17: the holy time of peace, was dreaded as the parting hour.
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  Speaker 17: One's speech and mirth at once must cease, and the
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  Speaker 17: silence must resume her power, though ever free from pains
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  Speaker 17: and woes, she only brought us calm, repose, and when
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  Speaker 17: the blessed dawn again brought daylight to the blushing skies,
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  Speaker 17: we woke, and not reluctant then to joyless labor did
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  Speaker 17: we rise, But full of hope and glad and gay
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  Speaker 17: we welcomed the returning day and of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 16: The students serenade by Anne Brounte, read Philipprivox, or talk
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  Speaker 16: by Emma. I have slept upon my couch, but my
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  Speaker 16: spirit did not rest for the labors of the day.
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  Speaker 16: Yet my weary soul oppressed, and before my dreaming eyes
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  Speaker 16: still the learned volumes lay, and I could not close
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  Speaker 16: their leaves, and I could not turn away. Well, the
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  Speaker 16: grim preceptors laughed and exalted in my woe till I
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  Speaker 16: felt my tingling frame with the fire of anger glow.
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  Speaker 16: But I opened my eyes at last, and I heard
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  Speaker 16: a muffled sound twas the night breeze come to say
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  Speaker 16: that the snow was on the ground. Then I knew
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  Speaker 16: that there was rest on the mountain's bosom free. So
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  Speaker 16: I left my fevered couch and I flew to waken thee.
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  Speaker 16: I have flown to waken thee, for if thou wilt
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  Speaker 16: not arise, then my sul can drink no peace from
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  Speaker 16: these holy moonlit skies. And this wat of virgin snow
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  Speaker 16: to my sight will not be fair unless thou wilt, smiling,
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  Speaker 16: come love to wander with me.
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  Speaker 8: There.
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  Speaker 16: Then awake, Maria, Wake, For if thou couldst only know
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  Speaker 16: how the quiet moonlight sleeps on this wilderness of snow,
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  Speaker 16: and the groves of ancient trees in their snowy garbor
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  Speaker 16: ate till they stretch into the gloom of the distant
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  Speaker 16: valley's shade. Oh, I know thou wouldst rejoice to inhale
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  Speaker 16: this bracing air. Thou wouldst break thy sweetest sleep to
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  Speaker 16: behold a scene so fair o'er these wintry wilds. Alone,
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  Speaker 16: thou wouldst joy to wander free, And it will not
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  Speaker 16: please thee less, though that bliss be shared with me
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  Speaker 16: and Day February eighteen forty four and of Perham. This
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  Speaker 4: A reminiscence by Anne Bronte read for liberbox dot Org
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  Speaker 4: my Agnes Robert Baer. Yes thou art gone, and nevermore
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  Speaker 4: thy sunny smile shall glad in me. But I may
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  Speaker 4: pass the old church door and pace the floor that
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  Speaker 4: covers THEE. May stand upon the cold damp stone and
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  Speaker 4: think that frozen lies below the lightest heart that I
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  Speaker 4: have known, the kindest I shall ever know. Yet, though
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  Speaker 4: I cannot see thee more, tis still a comfort to
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  Speaker 4: have seen. And though thy transient life is o'er, tis
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  Speaker 4: sweet to think that thou hast been, to think a
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  Speaker 4: soul so near divine, within a form so angel fair,
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  Speaker 4: united to a heart like thine, as gladden wants our
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  Speaker 4: humble spear. April eighteen forty four. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 1: Memory by Anne Bronte, Redfliverybox Dot Org. By our mapstone.
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  Speaker 1: Brightly the sun of summer shone, green fields and waving
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  Speaker 1: woods upon, and soft winds wandered by above a sky
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  Speaker 1: of purest blue, around bright flowers of loveliest hue allured
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  Speaker 1: the gazer's eye. But what were all these charms to me?
• 49:54
  Speaker 1: When one sweet breath of memory came gently wafting, I
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  Speaker 1: closed my eyes against the day and called my willing
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  Speaker 1: soul away from earth and air and sky, that I
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  Speaker 1: might simply fancy there one little flower, a primrose fair,
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  Speaker 1: just opening into sight, as in the days of infancy.
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  Speaker 1: An opening primrose seem to me a source of strange delight,
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  Speaker 1: sweet memory. Ever, smile on me. Nature's chief beauties spring
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  Speaker 1: from thee Oh, still thy tribute bring still, make the
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  Speaker 1: golden crocus shine among the flowers the most divine, the
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  Speaker 1: glory of the spring still in the wallflower's fragrance. Dwell
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  Speaker 1: and hover round the slight blue bell, my child hood's
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  Speaker 1: darling flower. Smile on the little daisy. Still the buttercups,
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  Speaker 1: bright goblet, fill with all thy former power. Forever hang
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  Speaker 1: thy dreamy spell round mountain star and heather bell, and
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  Speaker 1: do not pass away from sparkling frost or wreathed snow,
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  Speaker 1: and whisper when the wild winds blow or rippling waters. Play.
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  Speaker 1: Is childhood, then, so all divine or memory is the
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  Speaker 1: glory thine that haloes. Thus the past not all divine.
• 51:44
  Speaker 1: Its pangs of grief, although perchance their stay be brief,
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  Speaker 1: are bitter while they last. Nor is the glory all
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  Speaker 1: thine own. For on our earliest joys alone, that holy
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  Speaker 1: light is cast with such array. No spell of Thine
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  Speaker 1: can make our later pleasures shine, though long ago they passed.
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  Speaker 1: Am Bronte, May nineteen eighteen forty four. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recordings in the public.
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  Speaker 4: Domain fluctuations by Anne Bronte, read for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 4: by Agnes Robert Baer. What though the sun has left
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  Speaker 4: my sky to save me from despair, the blessed moon
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  Speaker 4: arose on high and shone serenely there. I watched her
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  Speaker 4: with a tearful gaze. Why slowly o'er the hill, While
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  Speaker 4: through the dim horizon's haze her light gleamed faint and chill.
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  Speaker 4: I thought, such in lifeless beams, couldn't e'er my heart
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  Speaker 4: repay for the bright sound's most transient gleams that ered
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  Speaker 4: me through the day. But as above that miscontrol, she
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  Speaker 4: rose and brighter shone. I felt her light upon my soul.
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  Speaker 4: But now that light is gone. Thick vapors snatched her
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  Speaker 4: from my sight, and I was darkling. Left all in
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  Speaker 4: the cold and gloomy night of light and hope areft
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  Speaker 4: until methought, A little star shone forth with trembling ray
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  Speaker 4: that cheer me with its light afar, But that too
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  Speaker 4: passed away. A non unearthly meteor blazed the gloomy darkness
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  Speaker 4: through I smiled, yet trembled while I gazed, But that
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  Speaker 4: soon vanished too, and darker, drearier fell the night upon
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  Speaker 4: my spirit. Then, But what is that faint, struggling light?
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  Speaker 4: Is it the moon again? Kind Heaven, increase that silvery gleam,
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  Speaker 4: and bid these clouds depart, and let herself celestial beam
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  Speaker 4: restore my fainting heart. Anne Bronte, August second, eighteen forty four.
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  Speaker 4: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 10: A prayer by Anne Bronte, read for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 10: by Laurie Wilson. My God, Oh, let me call THEE
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  Speaker 10: mine weak, wretched sinner, though y be by trembling soul
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  Speaker 10: would fain be thine. My feeble faith still clings to THEE.
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  Speaker 10: Not only for the past.
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  Speaker 15: I grieve.
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  Speaker 10: The future fills me with dismay. Unless th now hasten
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  Speaker 10: to we leave, Thy suppliant is a castaway. I cannot
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  Speaker 10: say my faith is strong. I dare not hope. My
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  Speaker 10: love is great. But strength and love to THEE belong. Oh,
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  Speaker 10: do not leave me desolate. I know I owe my
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  Speaker 10: all to THEE. Oh take the heart I cannot give.
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  Speaker 10: Do thou my strength, my savior be and make me
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  Speaker 10: to thy.
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  Speaker 15: Glory live.
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  Speaker 10: October thirteenth, eighteen forty four.
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  Speaker 15: In the poem.
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  Speaker 10: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: The Dungeon by Anne Bronte Readfoliveryvox dot org by our mapstone.
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  Speaker 1: Though not a breath can enter here. I know the
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  Speaker 1: wind blows fresh and free. I know the sun is
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  Speaker 1: shining clear, though not a gleam can visit me. They thought,
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  Speaker 1: while I in darkness lay to her pity, that I
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  Speaker 1: should not know how all the earth is smiling, gay,
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  Speaker 1: how fresh the vernal breezes blow. They knew such tidings
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  Speaker 1: to impart would pierce my weary spirit through. And could
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  Speaker 1: they better read my heart? They tell me she was
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  Speaker 1: smiling too. They need not, for I know it well.
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  Speaker 1: Methinks I see her even now. No sigh disturbs her bosoms, swell,
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  Speaker 1: no shade or cast her angel brow, unmarred by grief.
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  Speaker 1: Her matchless voice when sparkling, wit and wisdom flow, and
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  Speaker 1: others in its sound rejoice and taste the joys I
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  Speaker 1: must not know. Drink rapture from her soft, dark eye,
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  Speaker 1: and sunshine from her heavenly smile on wings of bliss.
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  Speaker 1: Their moments fly, and I am pining here the while,
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  Speaker 1: Oh tell me, does she never give to my distress
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  Speaker 1: a single sigh? She smiles on them, but does she
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  Speaker 1: grieve one moment when they are not by, when she
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  Speaker 1: beholds the sunny skies and feels the wind of heaven blow.
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  Speaker 1: Has she no tear for him that lies in dungeon
• 57:46
  Speaker 1: gloom so far below? While others gladly round her press
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  Speaker 1: and at her side their hours beguile. Has she no
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  Speaker 1: sigh for his distress, who cannot see a single smile,
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  Speaker 1: nor hear one word, nor read a line that her
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  Speaker 1: beloved hand might write, who vanished from her face must
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  Speaker 1: pine each day along a lonely night. December sixteenth, eighteen
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  Speaker 1: forty four, and a poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 9: Home by Anne Bronte, read for LibriVox dot Org by
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  Speaker 9: Anthony Will How brightly glistening in the sun, the woodland
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  Speaker 9: ivy plays while yonder beaches, from their barks, reflect a
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  Speaker 9: silver rays. That sun surveys a lovely scene from softly
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  Speaker 9: smiling skies, and wildly through unnumbered trees. The wind of
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  Speaker 9: winter size now loud, it thunders o'er my head, and
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  Speaker 9: now in distance dies but give me back my barren hills,
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  Speaker 9: where colder breezes rise, where scarce the scattered, stunted trees
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  Speaker 9: can yield in answering swell, but where a wildness of
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  Speaker 9: heath returns the sound as well for yonder garden, fair
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  Speaker 9: and wide, with groves of evergreen, long winding walks and borders,
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  Speaker 9: trim and velvet lawns between. Restore to me that little
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  Speaker 9: spot with gray walls compassed round, where knotted grass, neglected lies,
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  Speaker 9: and weeds usurp the ground. Though all around this mansion
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  Speaker 9: high invites the foot to roam, and through its halls
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  Speaker 9: are fair within. Oh give me back my home. Undated
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  Speaker 9: circa eighteen forty four, Published in eighteen forty six. End
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  Speaker 9: of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Call
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  Speaker 9: Me Away by Anne Bronte, read for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 9: by Anthony Will call me away. There's nothing here that
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  Speaker 9: winds my soul to stay. Then let me leave this
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  Speaker 9: prospect drear and hasten far away to our beloved land.
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  Speaker 9: I'll flee, our land of thought and soul, where I
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  Speaker 9: have row so oft with thee beyond the world's control.
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  Speaker 9: I'll sit and watch those ancient trees, those Scotch firs,
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  Speaker 9: dark and high. I'll listen as the eerie breeze tempts
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  Speaker 9: a leaf and branch to sigh. The glorious moon shines
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  Speaker 9: far above, how soft her radiance falls on snowy heights,
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  Speaker 9: on rock and grove, and yonder palace walls. Who stands
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  Speaker 9: beneath yon fir trees high, A youth so slight and fair,
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  Speaker 9: but whose keen and restless azore eye proclaims him known
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  Speaker 9: to care? Though white that brow, it is not smooth,
• 1:00:51
  Speaker 9: dark line spread neath the hair, though soft, those features
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  Speaker 9: yet en soothe. Stern sorrow has been there now on
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  Speaker 9: the peaceful moon are fix'd. Those eyes so clear and bright,
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  Speaker 9: but trembling teardrops hang betwixt and dim the blessed sight,
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  Speaker 9: though late the hour, and keen the blast that whistles
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  Speaker 9: round him. Now, those raven locks are backward cast to
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  Speaker 9: cool his burning brow. His hands above his heaving breast
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  Speaker 9: are clasped in agony. O, father, father, let me rest
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  Speaker 9: and call my soul to thee. I know tis weakness
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  Speaker 9: thus to pray. But all this cankering, care, this doubt,
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  Speaker 9: tormenting night and day is more than I can bear
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  Speaker 9: with none to comfort, none to guide, and none to
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  Speaker 9: strengthen me. Since thou, my only friend, hast died, I've
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  Speaker 9: pine to follow thee. Since thou hast died, and did
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  Speaker 9: he live? What comfort would his counsel give to one
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  Speaker 9: forlorn like me? Would he my idols form? Adore her soul,
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  Speaker 9: her glance, her tone, and say, forget for evermore her
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  Speaker 9: kindred and thine own dreams of her thy peace, destroy,
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  Speaker 9: leave every other hope of joy, and live for her alone.
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  Speaker 9: He starts, He smiles and dries the tears still glistening
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  Speaker 9: on his cheek. The lady of his soul appears, and
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  Speaker 9: heart I hear her speak, I dry thy tears. Thou
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  Speaker 9: wilt not weep while I am by thy side. Our foes,
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  Speaker 9: their ceaseless watch may keep, but cannot thus divide such
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  Speaker 9: hearts as ours an we to night, their malice will deride,
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  Speaker 9: and in the pale moon's silver light together will abide
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  Speaker 9: no fear. Our present bliss shall blast, and sorrow will defy.
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  Speaker 9: Do thou forget the dreary past, the dreadful future? Ay
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  Speaker 9: forget it? Yes, while thou art by I think of naught,
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  Speaker 9: but thee tis only when thou art not nigh remembrance
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  Speaker 9: tortures me, But such a lofty soul to find, and
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  Speaker 9: such a heart as thine, in such a glorious form, enshrined,
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  Speaker 9: and still to call thee mine would be for earth
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  Speaker 9: too great a bliss without a taint of woe like this,
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  Speaker 9: then why should I repine? January twenty fourth, eighteen forty five.
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  Speaker 9: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 9: Knight by Anne Bronte read for Libervox dot Org by
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  Speaker 9: Anthony will I love the silent hour of night, for
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  Speaker 9: blissful dreams may then arise, revealing to my charmed sight
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  Speaker 9: what may not bless my waking eyes. And then a
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  Speaker 9: voice may meet my ear that death has silenced long ago,
• 1:03:37
  Speaker 9: and hope and rapture may appear instead of solitude and woe,
• 1:03:42
  Speaker 9: cold in the grave for years has lain the form.
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  Speaker 9: It was my bliss to see, and only dreams can
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  Speaker 9: bring again the darling of my heart to me. Written
• 1:03:52
  Speaker 9: early in eighteen forty five. End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 9: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Dreams by Ambronte readfliverybox dot Org by Alanmapstone. While on
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  Speaker 1: my lonely couch, I lie. I seldom feel myself alone,
• 1:04:19
  Speaker 1: For fancy fills my dreaming eye with scenes and pleasures
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  Speaker 1: of its own. Then I may cherish at my breast
• 1:04:30
  Speaker 1: an infant's form, beloved and fair, may smile and soothe
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  Speaker 1: it into rest with all a mother's fondest care. How
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  Speaker 1: sweet to feel its helpless form depending thus on me alone,
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  Speaker 1: And while I hold it safe and warm. What bliss
• 1:04:52
  Speaker 1: to think it is my own and glances them may
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  Speaker 1: meet my eyes that daylight It never showed to me?
• 1:05:02
  Speaker 1: What raptures in my bosom, Rise those earnest looks of love,
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  Speaker 1: to see, to feel my hand so kindly pressed, to
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  Speaker 1: know myself beloved at last, to think my heart has
• 1:05:17
  Speaker 1: found a rest, my life of solitude is past. But
• 1:05:24
  Speaker 1: then to wake and find it flown, the dream of
• 1:05:27
  Speaker 1: happiness destroyed, To find myself unloved alone? What tongue can
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  Speaker 1: speak the dreary void our heart? Whence warm affections flow? Creator,
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  Speaker 1: thou hast given to me, And am I only thus
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  Speaker 1: to know how sweet the joys of love would be
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  Speaker 1: Spring eighteen forty five and the poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: If this be all by Anne Bronte, read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 4: dot Org my Agnes Robert Baer, Oh God, if this
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  Speaker 4: indeed be all that life can show to me. If
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  Speaker 4: on my aching brow may fall no freshening dew from thee,
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  Speaker 4: if with no brighter light than this, the lamp of
• 1:06:30
  Speaker 4: hope may glow, and I may only dream of bliss
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  Speaker 4: and wake to weary woe. If friendship solace must decay
• 1:06:40
  Speaker 4: when other joys are gone, and love must keep so
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  Speaker 4: far away while I go wandering on, wandering and toiling
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  Speaker 4: without gain, the slave of others will, with constant care
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  Speaker 4: and frequent pain, despised forgotten, still to look on vice
• 1:07:01
  Speaker 4: and sin, yet powerless to quell the silent current from within,
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  Speaker 4: the outward torrents swell all the good. I wouldn't part
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  Speaker 4: the feelings I would share, I'd driven backward to my
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  Speaker 4: heart and turn to warmwood there. If clouds must ever
• 1:07:20
  Speaker 4: keep from sight the glories of the sun, and I
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  Speaker 4: must suffer winter's blight as summer is begun. If life
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  Speaker 4: must be so full of care, then call me soon
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  Speaker 4: to thee. I'll give me strength enough to bear my
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  Speaker 4: load of misery. Anne Bronte may twentieth, eighteen forty five.
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  Speaker 4: End of poem, as recording as in the public domain.
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  Speaker 18: Confidence by Anne Bronte Readflipperyfox dot Org. Sophia oppressed with
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  Speaker 18: sin and woe. A burdened heart I bear, opposed by many,
• 1:08:07
  Speaker 18: a mighty foe. But I will not despair with this
• 1:08:11
  Speaker 18: polluted heart. I dare to come to THEE, holy and
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  Speaker 18: mighty as thou art, for thou wilt pardon me. I
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  Speaker 18: feel that I am weak and prone to every sin.
• 1:08:22
  Speaker 18: But Thou, who givest to those who seek, wilt give
• 1:08:25
  Speaker 18: me strength within far as this earth may be, from
• 1:08:30
  Speaker 18: yonder starry skies, remoter still am I from THEE. Yet
• 1:08:35
  Speaker 18: Thou wilt not despise. I need not fear my foes.
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  Speaker 18: I need not yield to care. I need not sink
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  Speaker 18: beneath my woes, for Thou wilt answer prayer in my
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  Speaker 18: Redeemer's name. I give myself to THEE and all unworthy.
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  Speaker 18: As I am, My God will cherish me. O make
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  Speaker 18: me holy, Thine Thy love to me, and part, and
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  Speaker 18: let thy Holy Spirit shine forever on my heart. June first,
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  Speaker 18: eighteen forty five. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 18: the public Domain.
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  Speaker 8: Views of Life by Anne Bronte, read forlibrivox dot Org
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  Speaker 8: by Kishon. When sinks my heart in hopeless gloom, and
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  Speaker 8: life can show no joy for me, and I behold
• 1:09:33
  Speaker 8: a yawning tomb where bowers and palaces should be in vain,
• 1:09:39
  Speaker 8: You talk of morbid dreams in vain, You, gaily smiling,
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  Speaker 8: say that what to me, so dreary seems the healthy
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  Speaker 8: mind deems bright and gay. I too have smiled and
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  Speaker 8: thought like you, but madly smiled and falsely deemed truth
• 1:09:59
  Speaker 8: led me to the present view. I am waking now.
• 1:10:03
  Speaker 8: Twas then I dreamed. I lately saw a sunset sky,
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  Speaker 8: and stood enraptured to behold its varied hues of glorious dye.
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  Speaker 8: First fleecy clouds of shining gold. These blushing took a
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  Speaker 8: rosy hue. Beneath them shone a flood of green, nor
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  Speaker 8: less divine the glorious blue as smiled above them and between.
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  Speaker 8: I cannot name each lovely shade. I cannot say how
• 1:10:35
  Speaker 8: bright they shone, But one by one I saw them fade,
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  Speaker 8: And what remained when they were gone, dull clouds remained
• 1:10:45
  Speaker 8: of somber hue. And when their borrowed charm was o'er
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  Speaker 8: the azure sky had faded too, that smiled so softly
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  Speaker 8: bright before, so gilded by the glow of youth. Our
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  Speaker 8: varied life looks fair and gay, and so remains the
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  Speaker 8: naked truth when that false light is passed away. Why
• 1:11:09
  Speaker 8: blame ye, then, my keener sight that clearly sees a
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  Speaker 8: world of woes through all the haze of a golden light,
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  Speaker 8: that flattering falsehood round it throes When the young mother
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  Speaker 8: smiles above the first born darling of her heart, her
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  Speaker 8: bosom glows with earnest love, while tears of silent transport
• 1:11:31
  Speaker 8: start fond dreamer. Little does she know the anxious toil,
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  Speaker 8: the suffering, the blasted hopes, the burning woe, the object
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  Speaker 8: of her joy will bring her blinded eyes. Behold not now,
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  Speaker 8: when sooner late must be his doom, the anguish thou
• 1:11:52
  Speaker 8: cloudest brow, the bed of death, the dreary tomb. As
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  Speaker 8: little know the youthful pair in mutual love supremely blessed.
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  Speaker 8: What weariness and cold despair ere long will seize the
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  Speaker 8: aching breast, And even should love and faith remain the
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  Speaker 8: greatest blessings life can show, amit adversity and pain to
• 1:12:20
  Speaker 8: shine throughout with cheering glow. They do not see how
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  Speaker 8: cruel death comes on their loving hearts to part one
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  Speaker 8: feels not now the gasping breath, the rending of the
• 1:12:35
  Speaker 8: earth bound heart, the souls and bodies agony airs. She
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  Speaker 8: may sink to her repose. The sad survivor cannot see
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  Speaker 8: the grave above his darling clothes, nor how despairing and alone.
• 1:12:51
  Speaker 8: He then must wear his life away and linger feebly,
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  Speaker 8: toiling on and fainting sink into decay. O youth may
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  Speaker 8: listen patiently while sad experience tells her tale, but doubt
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  Speaker 8: sits smiling in his eye for ardent hope will still prevail.
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  Speaker 8: He hears how feeble pleasure dies by guilt, destroyed, and
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  Speaker 8: pain and woe. He turns to hope, and she replies,
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  Speaker 8: believe it not, it is not so, oh heed her not,
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  Speaker 8: experience says for a less She whispered once to me,
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  Speaker 8: She told me in my youthful days, how glorious manhood's
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  Speaker 8: prime would be. When in the time of early spring,
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  Speaker 8: to chill the winds that o'er me past, she said,
• 1:13:46
  Speaker 8: each coming day would bring a fair heaven, a gentler blast,
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  Speaker 8: And when the sun too seldom being the sky o'ercasts
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  Speaker 8: too darkly frowned, the soaking rain, too constant, streamed, and mists,
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  Speaker 8: too dreary, gathered round. She told me summer's glorious ray,
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  Speaker 8: which haste those vapors all away and scattered glories round,
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  Speaker 8: which sweetest music filled the trees, load with rich scent,
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  Speaker 8: the gentle breeze, and strew with flowers the ground. But
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  Speaker 8: when beneath that scorching ray, I languished weary through the day,
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  Speaker 8: while birds refused to sing, verdure decayed from field and tree,
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  Speaker 8: and panting nature mourned with me the freshness of the spring.
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  Speaker 8: Wait but a little while, she said, till summer's burning
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  Speaker 8: days are fled, and autumn shell restore with golden riches
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  Speaker 8: of her own, and summer's glories mellowed down. The freshness
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  Speaker 8: you deplore, And long I waited, but in vain that
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  Speaker 8: freshness never came again. Though summer passed away, though autumn's
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  Speaker 8: mists hung cold and chill and drooping, Nature languished still
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  Speaker 8: and sank into decay, till wintry blast foreboding blue through
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  Speaker 8: leafless trees and then I knew that hope was all
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  Speaker 8: a dream. But thus fond youth she cheated me, and
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  Speaker 8: she will prove as false to thee. Though sweeter words
• 1:15:28
  Speaker 8: may seem stern prophet, seize thy bodings dire, thou canst
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  Speaker 8: not quench the ardent fire that warms the breast of youth. Oh,
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  Speaker 8: let it cheer him while it may, and gently gently
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  Speaker 8: die away, chilled by the damps of truth. Tell him
• 1:15:49
  Speaker 8: that earth is not our rest. Its joys are empty,
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  Speaker 8: frail at best, and point beyond the sky. The gleams
• 1:15:57
  Speaker 8: of light may reach us here, and hope the roughest
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  Speaker 8: pat can cheer. Then do not bid it fly. Though
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  Speaker 8: hope may promise joys that still unkindly time will never fulfill,
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  Speaker 8: or if they come at all, we never find them unalloyed,
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  Speaker 8: hurtful perchance, or soon destroyed. They vanish, or they pall.
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  Speaker 8: Yet hope itself a brightness grows o'er all our labors
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  Speaker 8: and our woes, while dark foreboding care a thousand ills
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  Speaker 8: will oft portend that Providence may ne'er intend the trembling
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  Speaker 8: heart to bear, Or if they come, it oft appears
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  Speaker 8: our woes are lighter than our fears, and far more
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  Speaker 8: bravely born. Then let us not enhance our doom. But
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  Speaker 8: even at midnight blackest gloom, expect the rising morn because
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  Speaker 8: the road is rough and long. Shall we despise the
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  Speaker 8: skylark's song that cheers the wanderer's way, or trample down
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  Speaker 8: with reckless feet the smiling flowerets bright and sweet because
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  Speaker 8: they soon decay past pleasant scenes unnoticed by because the
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  Speaker 8: next is bleak and drear. Or not enjoy a smiling
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  Speaker 8: sky because a tempest may be near. No, while we
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  Speaker 8: journey on our way, will smile on every lovely thing,
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  Speaker 8: and ever as they pass away to memory and hope
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  Speaker 8: will cling. And though that awful river flows before us
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  Speaker 8: when the journeys pass, perchance, of all the pilgrim's woes,
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  Speaker 8: most dreadful shrink, not tis the last, though I see
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  Speaker 8: cold and dark and deep beyond its smiles, that blessed shore,
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  Speaker 8: where none shall suffer, none shall weep, and bliss shall
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  Speaker 8: reign forevermore. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 8: public domain.
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  Speaker 19: Song by Anne Bronte, read for LibriVox by Val Roath.
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  Speaker 19: We know where deepest lies the snow, and where the
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  Speaker 19: frost wind's keenest blow on every mountain brow. We long
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  Speaker 19: have known and learned to bear the wandering outlaws toil
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  Speaker 19: and care. But where we late were hunted, there our
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  Speaker 19: foes are hunted. Now we have their princely homes, and they,
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  Speaker 19: to our wild haunts, are chased away, dark woods and
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  Speaker 19: desert caves, And we can range from hill to hill
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  Speaker 19: and chase.
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  Speaker 17: Our vanquished victors.
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  Speaker 19: Still small respite will they find until they slumber in
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  Speaker 19: their graves. But I would rather be the that crouching
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  Speaker 19: in its sheltered lair, must start at every sound, that
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  Speaker 19: forced from Cornfield's waving wide, is driven to seek the
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  Speaker 19: bare hill side, or in the tangled copse, would hide.
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  Speaker 19: Then be the hunter's hound, and of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 19: is in the public domain. Song by Anne Bronte, readfully
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  Speaker 19: revox by val Roth. Come to the banquet, triumphinger songs,
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  Speaker 19: strike up the chords and sing a victory. The oppressed
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  Speaker 19: have risen to redress their wrongs. The tyrants are all thrown.
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  Speaker 19: The land is free, The land is free, I shout
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  Speaker 19: it forth. Once more? Is she not read with her
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  Speaker 19: oppressor's gore? We are her champions shall we not rejoice
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  Speaker 19: or not what the tyrant's broad domains are own?
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  Speaker 4: Then?
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  Speaker 19: Wherefore triumph with a faltering voice and talk of freedom
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  Speaker 19: and a doubtful tone, have we not longed through life
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  Speaker 19: the rain to see of justice linked with glorious liberty.
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  Speaker 19: Shout you that will, and you that can, rejoice, to
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  Speaker 19: revel in the riches of your foes in praise of
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  Speaker 19: deadly vengeance. Lift your voice, gloat o'er your tyrant's blood,
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  Speaker 19: your victim's woes. I'd rather listen to the skylark songs
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  Speaker 19: and think on Gondles and my father's wrongs. It may
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  Speaker 19: be pleasant to recall the death of those beneath those
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  Speaker 19: sheltering roof you lie, But I would rather press the mountain,
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  Speaker 19: the heath with naught to shield me from the starry sky,
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  Speaker 19: and dream of yet untasted victory, a distant hope, and
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  Speaker 19: feel that I am free, Oh, happy life, to rove
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  Speaker 19: the mountains, wild, the waving woods, or ocean's heaving breast,
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  Speaker 19: with limbs unfettered, conscience undefiled, and choosing where to wander,
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  Speaker 19: where to rest, Hunted opposed, but ever strong, to cope
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  Speaker 19: with toils and perils, ever full of hope.
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  Speaker 20: Our flower is budding.
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  Speaker 19: When that word was heard on desert shore or breezy
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  Speaker 19: mountain's brow, wherever said what glorious thoughts it stirred twas budding?
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  Speaker 19: Then say as it blossomed? Now is this the end
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  Speaker 19: we struggle to obtain? Oh, for the wandering outlaws, life.
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  Speaker 4: Acame end of poem.
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  Speaker 19: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Then it asked its autumn omnia Vanitas by Ambronte Redfiliveryvox
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  Speaker 1: dot Org by Alan Maapstone. In all we do and
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  Speaker 1: hear and sea is restless, toil and vanity, while yet
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  Speaker 1: the rolling earth abides. Men come and go like ocean tides,
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  Speaker 1: and ere one generation dies, another in its place shall
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  Speaker 1: rise that sinking soon into the grave. Others succeed like
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  Speaker 1: wave on wave, and as they rise they pass away.
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  Speaker 1: The sun arises every day, and hastening onward to the west,
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  Speaker 1: he nightly sinks, but not to rest, returning to the
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  Speaker 1: eastern sky. Rise again to light us he must rise.
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  Speaker 1: And still the restless wind comes forth, now blowing keenly
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  Speaker 1: from the north, now from the south, the east, the west,
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  Speaker 1: forever changing ne'er at rest. The fountains gushing from the
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  Speaker 1: hills supply the ever running rills. The thirsty rivers drink
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  Speaker 1: their store and bear it rolling to the shore. But
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  Speaker 1: still the ocean craves for more. Tis endless labor. Everywhere.
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  Speaker 1: Sound cannot satisfy the ear. Light cannot fill the craving eye,
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  Speaker 1: nor riches half our wants supply pleasure, but doubles future pain,
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  Speaker 1: and joy brings sorrow in her train. Laughter is mad
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  Speaker 1: and reckless mirth. What does she, in this weary earth
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  Speaker 1: should wealth or fame our life employ? Death comes our
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  Speaker 1: labor to destroy, to snatch the untasted cup away for
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  Speaker 1: which we toiled so many a day. What then remains
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  Speaker 1: for wretched man to use life's comforts while he can
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  Speaker 1: enjoy the blessings Heaven bestows, assist his friends, forgive his floes,
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  Speaker 1: trust God, and keep his statutes still upright and firm,
• 1:24:42
  Speaker 1: through good and ill, thankful for all that God has given,
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  Speaker 1: fixing his firmest hopes on Heaven, knowing that earthly joys decay,
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  Speaker 1: but hoping through the darkest day and bronche September fourth,
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  Speaker 1: eighteen forty five. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain.
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  Speaker 21: Stanzas by Anne Bronte read for Liberbox dot Org by
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  Speaker 21: Shanda Singleton. Grise, oh weep not love each tear that springs,
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  Speaker 21: and those dear eyes of thine to me a keener
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  Speaker 21: suffering brings than if they flowed from mine, and do
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  Speaker 21: not droop. However, drear the fate, awaiting THEE for my sake,
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  Speaker 21: combat pain and care, and cherish life for me. I
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  Speaker 21: do not fear thy leve will fail. Thy faith is true,
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  Speaker 21: I know, but oh my love, thy strength is frail,
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  Speaker 21: for such a life of woe. Were not for this,
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  Speaker 21: why well could trace, though banished long from THEE life's
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  Speaker 21: rugged path, and boldly face the storms that threaten me.
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  Speaker 6: Fear not for me.
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  Speaker 21: I've stealed my mind sorrow and strife to greet joy
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  Speaker 21: with my love. I leave behind care with my friends.
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  Speaker 21: I meet a mother's sad reproachful eye, a father's scowling brow.
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  Speaker 21: But he may frown and she may sigh. I will
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  Speaker 21: not break my vow. I love my mother, I revere
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  Speaker 21: my sire, but fear not me. Believe that death alone
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  Speaker 21: can tear this faithful heart from thee. Zerona A. Bronte,
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  Speaker 21: October first, eighteen forty five.
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  Speaker 1: End of poem.
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  Speaker 21: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 22: The Penitent by Anne Bronti read for Librevox dot Org
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  Speaker 22: by Bruce Kachuk. I mourn with thee, and yet rejoice
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  Speaker 22: that thou shouldst sorrow. So with ain, Joe quires, I
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  Speaker 22: join my voice to bless the sinner's woe, though friends
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  Speaker 22: and kindred turn away and laugh thy grief to scorn.
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  Speaker 22: I hear the Great Redeemer say, blessed are ye that
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  Speaker 22: morn hold on thy course, Nor deem it strange that
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  Speaker 22: earthly chords are riven. Man may lament the wondrous change,
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  Speaker 22: but there is joy in heaven eighteen forty five.
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  Speaker 14: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 12: The Arbor by Anne Bronte read for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 12: by Anne Gowan. I'll rest me in this shelter'd bow,
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  Speaker 12: and look upon the clear blue sky that smiles upon me,
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  Speaker 12: through the trees which stands so thickly clustering by, and
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  Speaker 12: view their green and glossy leaves, all glistening in the sunshine. Fair,
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  Speaker 12: and list the rustling of their bows, so softly whispering
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  Speaker 12: through the air. And while my ear drinks in the sound,
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  Speaker 12: My winged soul shall fly away, reviewing long departed years
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  Speaker 12: as one mild, beaming autumn day, and soaring on to
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  Speaker 12: future scenes like hills and woods and valleys, green, all
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  Speaker 12: basking in the summer sun, but distant still and dimly seen.
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  Speaker 12: O list, tis summer's very breath that gently shakes the
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  Speaker 12: rustling trees. But look, the snow is on the ground.
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  Speaker 12: How can I think of scenes like these? Tis bud
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  Speaker 12: the frost that clears the air and gives the sky
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  Speaker 12: that lovely blue. They're smiling in a winter's sun, those
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  Speaker 12: evergreens of somber hue, and winter's chill is on my heart?
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  Speaker 12: How can I dream of future bliss? How can my
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  Speaker 12: spirit soar away? Confined by such a chain as this?
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  Speaker 12: Undated eighteen forty five, published in eighteen forty six, and
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  Speaker 12: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 10: Music on Christmas Morning by Anne Bronte, read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 10: dot Org by Laurie Wilson. Music I love, but never
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  Speaker 10: strain could kindle raptures so divine, so grief as wat
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  Speaker 10: So conquered Paine, and rouse this pensive heart of mine,
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  Speaker 10: as that we hear on Christmas mourn upon the wintry
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  Speaker 10: breeze is born. Though darkness still her empire keep, and
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  Speaker 10: ours must pass ere morning break from troubled dreams or
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  Speaker 10: slumbers deep. That music kindly bids us wake. It calls
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  Speaker 10: us with an angel's voice, to wake and worship and rejoice,
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  Speaker 10: to greet with joy the glorious morn which angels welcomed
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  Speaker 10: long ago, when our redeeming Lord was born, to bring
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  Speaker 10: the light of heaven below the powers of darkness, to
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  Speaker 10: dispel and rescue earth from death and hell. While listening
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  Speaker 10: to that sacred strain, my raptured spirit soars on high.
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  Speaker 10: I seem to hear those songs again, resounding through the
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  Speaker 10: open sky that kindle such divine delight in those who
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  Speaker 10: watched their flocks by night with them, I celebrate his birth.
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  Speaker 10: Glory to God in highest Heaven, good will to men,
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  Speaker 10: and peace on earth to us. A savior king is given.
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  Speaker 10: Our God is come to claim his own, and Satan's
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  Speaker 10: power is overthrown, a sinless god for sinful men, to sins,
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  Speaker 10: to suffer, and to bleed. Hell must renounce its empire.
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  Speaker 10: Then the price is paid. The world is freed and
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  Speaker 10: satan'sself must now confess that Christ has earned a right
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  Speaker 10: to bless Now, Holy Peace may smile from heaven, and
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  Speaker 10: heavily truth from earth shall spring. The captive's galling bonds
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  Speaker 10: are riven. For our Redeemer is our King, and he
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  Speaker 10: that gave his blood for men will lead us home
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  Speaker 10: to God again. Undated circa eighteen forty five, published in
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  Speaker 10: eighteen forty six. In the poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 10: the public domain.
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  Speaker 22: There let thy bleeding branch a tone by Anne Bronte,
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  Speaker 22: read for LibriVox dot Org by brus Kachuk. There let
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  Speaker 22: thy bleeding branch a tone for every torturing tear. Shall
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  Speaker 22: my young sins, my sins alone, be everlasting?
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  Speaker 8: Here?
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  Speaker 22: Who bade thee keep that carvid name a pledge for memory?
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  Speaker 22: As if oblivion ever came to breathe its bliss on me,
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  Speaker 22: As if through all the wildering maze of mad hours
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  Speaker 22: left behind, I once forgot the early days that thou
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  Speaker 22: wouldst call to mind Undated circa eighteen forty five.
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  Speaker 14: End of poem.
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  Speaker 22: This recording is in the public domain. Oh, they have
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  Speaker 22: robbed me of the hope by Anne Bronti read for
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  Speaker 22: LibriVox dot org by Bruskuchuk. Oh, they have robbed me
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  Speaker 22: of the hope my spirit held so dear. They will
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  Speaker 22: not let me hear that voice my soul delight to hear.
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  Speaker 22: They will not let me see that face I so
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  Speaker 22: delight to see. And they have taken all thy smiles
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  Speaker 22: and all thy love from me. Well, let them seize
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  Speaker 22: on all they can. One treasure still is mine, a
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  Speaker 22: heart that loves to think on thee and feels the
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  Speaker 22: worth of thine undated circa eighteen forty five.
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  Speaker 14: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 13: Domestic Peace by Anne Bronte Read fulibrovox dot org by
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  Speaker 13: Belinda mc renolds. Why should such gloomy silence reign? And
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  Speaker 13: why is all the house sodrea? When neither danger, sickness, pain,
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  Speaker 13: nor death nor want has entered here? We are as
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  Speaker 13: many as we were that other night, when all were
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  Speaker 13: gay and full of hope and free from care. Yet
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  Speaker 13: is there something gone away? The moon without, as pure
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  Speaker 13: and calm, is shining as that night she shone. But
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  Speaker 13: now to us she brings no balm. For something from
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  Speaker 13: our hearts is gone, something whose absence leaves a void
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  Speaker 13: a cheerless want in every heart. Each feels the bliss
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  Speaker 13: of all destroyed, and mourns the change, But each apart.
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  Speaker 13: The fire is burning in the grate as redly as
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  Speaker 13: it used to burn. But still the hearth is desolate
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  Speaker 13: till mirth and love, with peace return. Twas peace that
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  Speaker 13: flowed from heart to heart, with looks and smiles, that
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  Speaker 13: spoke of heaven and gave us language to impart the
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  Speaker 13: blissful thoughts itself had given domestic peace, best joy of earth.
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  Speaker 13: When shall we all thy value learn, white Angel to
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  Speaker 13: our sorrowing half, return, graciously return. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 13: recording is in a public.
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  Speaker 23: Domain Marth and Morning by Anne Bronte, read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 23: dot Org by Asanahmed, Oh, cast away your sorrow a why,
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  Speaker 23: and at least be gay, if grief must come to morrow,
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  Speaker 23: at least be glad to day? How can you still
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  Speaker 23: be signed? When smiles are everywhere, the little birds are
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  Speaker 23: flying so blithely through the air, The sunshine grows so
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  Speaker 23: brightly over all the blooming earth, and every heart beats lightly,
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  Speaker 23: each face is full of mirth. I always feel the
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  Speaker 23: deepest gloom when the day most brightly shines when nature
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  Speaker 23: shows the fairest bloom. My spirit most repines. For in
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  Speaker 23: the brightest noon tight glow, the Dundon's light is dim.
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  Speaker 23: Thou frashest winds around us blow nor breath can visit
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  Speaker 23: him if he must sit in twilight gloom. Can I
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  Speaker 23: enjoy the sight of mountains clad in purple bloom and
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  Speaker 23: rocks in sunshine bright? My heart may well be desolate.
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  Speaker 23: These tairs may well arise while prison wall and iron
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  Speaker 23: grate oppress his weary eyes. But think of him to
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  Speaker 23: morrow and join your comrades. Now that constant cloud of
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  Speaker 23: sorrow ill sooths so young a brow hark, How their
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  Speaker 23: merry voices are sounding far and near, while all the
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  Speaker 23: world rejoices. Can you sit moping here when others hearts
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  Speaker 23: most lightly bound, mine feels the most oppressed. On smiling
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  Speaker 23: faces greet me round, My sorrow will not rest. I
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  Speaker 23: think of him whose faintest smile was sunshine to my heart,
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  Speaker 23: whose lightest world could care beguile and blissful thoughts impart,
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  Speaker 23: I think how he would bless that son and love
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  Speaker 23: this glorious scene. I think of all that has been
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  Speaker 23: done and all that might have been those sparkling eyes
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  Speaker 23: that blessed me so are dim with weeping now and
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  Speaker 23: blighted hope and warning. Woe have plowed that marble brow?
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  Speaker 23: What waste of youth? What hopes destroyed? What days of
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  Speaker 23: pining care? What weary nights of comfort?
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  Speaker 15: Void?
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  Speaker 23: Art thou condemned to hear? Oh, if my love must
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  Speaker 23: suffer so and holly for my sake? What marvel that
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  Speaker 23: my tears should flow, or that my heart should break?
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  Speaker 23: Zerona and Bronte, July fifteenth, eighteen forty six. End of poem.
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  Speaker 23: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Weep not too much, my darling by Anne Bronte read
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  Speaker 1: philiberybox dot Org by our Mapstone. Weep not too much,
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  Speaker 1: my darling, sigh not too oft for me? Say not
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  Speaker 1: the face of nature has lost its charm for thee.
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  Speaker 1: I have enough of anguish in my own breast alone.
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  Speaker 1: Thou canst not ease the burden love by adding still
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  Speaker 1: thy own. I know the faith and fervor of that
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  Speaker 1: true heart of thine, but I would have it hopeful
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  Speaker 1: as Thou wouldst render mine. At night, when I lay waking,
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  Speaker 1: more soothing it will be to say she slumbers calmly
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  Speaker 1: now than say she weeps for me. When through the
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  Speaker 1: prison grating the holy moonbeams shine, and I am wildly
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  Speaker 1: longing to see the orb divine, not cross deform'd and
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  Speaker 1: sullied by those relentless bars that will not show the
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  Speaker 1: crescent moon and scarce the twinkling stars. It is my
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  Speaker 1: only comfort to think that unto thee, the sight is
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  Speaker 1: not forbidden. The face of Heaven is free. If I
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  Speaker 1: could think Zirona is gazing upward now, is gazing with
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  Speaker 1: a tearless eye, a calm, unruffled brow, that moon upon
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  Speaker 1: her spirit sheds sweet celestial balm. The thought like angels whisper,
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  Speaker 1: my misery would calm. And when at early morning a
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  Speaker 1: faint flush comes to me reflected from those glowing skies,
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  Speaker 1: I almost weep to sea, For when I catch the
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  Speaker 1: murmur of gently swaying trees, or hear the louder swelling
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  Speaker 1: of the soul inspiring breeze, and pant to feel its
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  Speaker 1: freshness upon my burning brow, or sigh to see the
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  Speaker 1: twinkling leaf and watch the waving bow. If from those
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  Speaker 1: fruitless yearnings thou wouldst deliver me, say that the charms
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  Speaker 1: of nature are lovely still to THEE. While I am
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  Speaker 1: thus repining. Oh, let me but believe these pleasures are
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  Speaker 1: not lost to her, and I will cease to grieve. Oh,
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  Speaker 1: scorn not nature's bounties. My soul partakes with THEE. Drink
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  Speaker 1: bliss from all her fountains. Drink for thyself and me.
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  Speaker 1: Say not my soul is buried in dungeon gloom with thine.
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  Speaker 1: But say his heart is here with me. His spirit
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  Speaker 1: drinks with mine. A. E and Bronte July twenty, eighteen
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  Speaker 1: forty six. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain.
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  Speaker 15: The Power of Love by Anne Bronte, read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 15: dot Org by Chocolate Yoda. Love, Indeed, thy strength is mighty,
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  Speaker 15: Thus alone such strife to bear three gainst one and
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  Speaker 15: never ceasing. Death and madness and despair tis not My
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  Speaker 15: own strength has saved me health and hope and fortitude.
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  Speaker 15: But for love had long since failed me. Heart and
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  Speaker 15: soul had sunk, subdued often in my wild impatience, I
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  Speaker 15: have lost my trust in heaven, and my soul has
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  Speaker 15: tossed and struggled like a vessel, tempest driven. But the
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  Speaker 15: voice of my beloved in my ear has seemed to say,
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  Speaker 15: be thou patient, if thou lovest me, and the storm
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  Speaker 15: has passed away. When outworn with weary thinking, sight and
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  Speaker 15: thought were waxing dim and my mind began to wander
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  Speaker 15: and my brain began to swim. Then those hands outstretched
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  Speaker 15: to save me seemed to call me back again. Those
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  Speaker 15: dark eyes did so implore me to once more let
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  Speaker 15: reason rain that I could not but remember how his
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  Speaker 15: hopes were fixed on me, and with one determined effort
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  Speaker 15: rose and shook my spirit free. When hope leaves my
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  Speaker 15: weary spirit and all power to hold it gone, that
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  Speaker 15: loved voice so loudly praise me for my sake, keep
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  Speaker 15: hoping on.
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  Speaker 11: That.
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  Speaker 15: At once my strength renewing, though despair had crushed me down,
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  Speaker 15: I can burst his bonds asunder and defy his deadliest frown.
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  Speaker 15: When from nights of restless tossing, days of gloom and pining, care,
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  Speaker 15: pain and weakness still increasing, seemed to whisper death is near,
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  Speaker 15: and I almost bid him welcome, knowing he would bring release.
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  Speaker 15: Weary of this restless struggle, longing to repose in peace,
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  Speaker 15: then a glance of fond approval bids such selfish longings flee,
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  Speaker 15: and the voice of matchless music murmurs cherish life for me.
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  Speaker 15: Roused to new born strength and courage, pain and grief,
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  Speaker 15: I cast away health and life I keenly follow. Mighty
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  Speaker 15: death is held at bay. Yes, my love, I will
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  Speaker 15: be patient, firm and bold. My heart shall be fear not.
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  Speaker 15: Though this life is dreary, I can bear it well.
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  Speaker 15: For thee let our foes still reign upon me, cruel
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  Speaker 15: wrongs and taunting scorn. Tis for thee their hate pursues me,
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  Speaker 15: And for thee it shall be born. End of poem.
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  Speaker 3: I dreamt last night by Anne Bronte read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 3: dot Org by Sabrina Pion. I dreamt last night, and
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  Speaker 3: in that dream my boyhood's heart was mine again. These
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  Speaker 3: latter years did nothing seem with all their mingled joy
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  Speaker 3: and pain, their thousand deeds of good and ill, their
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  Speaker 3: hopes which time did not fulfill, their glorious moments of success,
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  Speaker 3: their love that closed in bitterness, their hate that grew
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  Speaker 3: with growing strength, their darling projects dropped at length, and
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  Speaker 3: higher aims that still prevail. For I must perish ere
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  Speaker 3: they fail that crowning object of my life, the end
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  Speaker 3: of all my toil and strife, source of my virtues
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  Speaker 3: and my crimes for which I've toiled and striven in vain.
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  Speaker 3: But if I fail a thousand times still, I will
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  Speaker 3: toil and strive again. Yet, even if this was then forgot,
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  Speaker 3: my present heart and soul were not all the rough
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  Speaker 3: lessons life has taught that are become a part of me.
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  Speaker 3: A moment sleeped to nothing brought and made me what
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  Speaker 3: I used to be. And I was roaming light and
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  Speaker 3: gay upon a breezy summer day, a bold and careless youth.
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  Speaker 3: No guilty stain was on my mind, and if not
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  Speaker 3: over softer kind, my heart was full of truth. It
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  Speaker 3: was a well known mountain scene, wild steeps with rugged
• 1:47:51
  Speaker 3: glens between I should have thirsted to explore, had I
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  Speaker 3: not trod them oft before. A younger boy was with me. There,
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  Speaker 3: his hand upon my shoulder lent. His heart, like mine,
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  Speaker 3: was free from care. His breath, with sportive toil, was
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  Speaker 3: spent for my rough pastimes. He would share and equal dangers,
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  Speaker 3: loved to dare, though seldom I would care to vie
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  Speaker 3: in learning's keen pursuit with him I loved the free
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  Speaker 3: and open sky better than books and tutors grim And
• 1:48:26
  Speaker 3: we had wandered far that day, or that forbidden ground,
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  Speaker 3: away ground to our rubbel feet, how dear danger and
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  Speaker 3: freedom both were there. Had climbed the steep and coursed
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  Speaker 3: the dale until his strength began to fail. He bade
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  Speaker 3: me pause and breathe a while, but spoke it with
• 1:48:46
  Speaker 3: a happy smile. His lips were parted to inhale the
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  Speaker 3: breeze that swept the ferny dale and chased the clouds
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  Speaker 3: across the sky, and waved his locks in passing by,
• 1:48:58
  Speaker 3: and fanned my cheek. So real did seem this strange,
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  Speaker 3: untrue but truthlike dream? And as we stood I laughed
• 1:49:08
  Speaker 3: to see his fair, young cheek so brightly glow. He
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  Speaker 3: turned his sparkling eyes to me, with looks no painter's
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  Speaker 3: art could show, nor words portray, but earnest mirth and
• 1:49:20
  Speaker 3: truthful love. I bare descried, And while I thought upon
• 1:49:24
  Speaker 3: his worth, my bosom glowed with joy and pride. I
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  Speaker 3: could have kissed his forehead, fair, I could have clasped
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  Speaker 3: him to my heart, But tenderness with me was rare,
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  Speaker 3: and I must take a rougher part. I seized him
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  Speaker 3: in my boisterous mirth. I bore him, struggling to the
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  Speaker 3: earth and grappling, strength for strength. We strove he half
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  Speaker 3: in wrath. I all for love, But I gave o'er
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  Speaker 3: that strife at length, ashamed of my superior strength. The
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  Speaker 3: rather that I marked his eye kindle, as if a
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  Speaker 3: change were We paused to breathe a little space, reclining
• 1:50:05
  Speaker 3: on the heather bray. But still I gazed upon his face,
• 1:50:09
  Speaker 3: to watch the shadow pass away. I grasped his hand,
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  Speaker 3: and it had fled, a smile, a laugh, and all
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  Speaker 3: was well upon my breast. He leant his head and
• 1:50:21
  Speaker 3: graver talk. We fell more serious, yet so blessed seem
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  Speaker 3: that calm communion. Then that, when I found it but
• 1:50:30
  Speaker 3: a dream, I longed to sleep again. At first, remembrance
• 1:50:35
  Speaker 3: slowly woke Surprise, regret, successive rose, that love's strong chords
• 1:50:42
  Speaker 3: should thus be broke, and dearest friends turned deadliest foes. Then,
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  Speaker 3: like a cold, overwhelming flood upon my soul, it burst.
• 1:50:53
  Speaker 3: This heart had thirsted for his blood, This hand allayed
• 1:50:58
  Speaker 3: that thirst. These eyes had watched without a tear, his
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  Speaker 3: dying agony. These ears unmoved, had heard his prayer. This
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  Speaker 3: tongue had cursed him suffering there and mocked him bitterly.
• 1:51:14
  Speaker 3: Unwonted weakness or me crept, I sighed, nay weaker. Still
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  Speaker 3: I wept, wept like a woman. Or the deed I
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  Speaker 3: had been proud to do as I had made his
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  Speaker 3: bosom bleed. My own was bleeding too, back foolish tears.
• 1:51:31
  Speaker 3: The man I slew was not the boy I cherished so,
• 1:51:35
  Speaker 3: and that young arm that clasped the friend was not
• 1:51:37
  Speaker 3: the same that stabbed the foe. By time and adverse
• 1:51:41
  Speaker 3: thoughts estranged, and wrongs and vengeance both were changed. Repentance
• 1:51:48
  Speaker 3: now were worse than vain times. Current cannot backward run
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  Speaker 3: and be the action wrong or right. It is forever done.
• 1:51:57
  Speaker 3: Then reap the fruits. I've said. His death should be
• 1:52:00
  Speaker 3: my country's gain. If not, then I have spent my
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  Speaker 3: breath and spilt his blood in vain. And I have
• 1:52:08
  Speaker 3: labored hard and long, but little good obtained. My foes
• 1:52:13
  Speaker 3: are many yet and strong, not half the battles gained.
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  Speaker 3: For Still, the greater deeds I've done, the more I
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  Speaker 3: have to do, the faster I can journey on the farther,
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  Speaker 3: I must go. If fortune favored for a while, I
• 1:52:30
  Speaker 3: could not rest beneath her smile, nor triumph in success.
• 1:52:34
  Speaker 3: When I have gained one river's shore, a wilder torrent
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  Speaker 3: stretched before defies me with its deafening roar, and onward,
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  Speaker 3: I must press, and much I doubt this work of
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  Speaker 3: strife and blood and death begun will call for many
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  Speaker 3: a victim more before the cause is won. Well my
• 1:52:54
  Speaker 3: own life i'd freely give ere I would fail in
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  Speaker 3: my design. The cause must prosper if I live, and
• 1:53:01
  Speaker 3: I will die if it decline. Advance thus far, I'll
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  Speaker 3: not recede, whether to vanquish or to bleed onward unchecked.
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  Speaker 3: I must proceed, be death or victory mine. End of poem.
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  Speaker 22: The Lover by Anne Bronte, read for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 22: by Bruskachuk. Gloomily the clouds are sailing, or the dimly
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  Speaker 22: moonlit sky Dolefully the wind is wailing. Not another sound
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  Speaker 22: is nigh. Only I can hear its sweeping heath clad
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  Speaker 22: hill and woodland dale, And at times the night's sad
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  Speaker 22: weeping sounds above its dying wail. Now the struggling moonbeams glimmer.
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  Speaker 22: Now the shadows deeper fall till the dim light waxing
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  Speaker 22: dimmer scarce reveals Yon stately haul all beneath its roof
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  Speaker 22: are sleeping. Such a silence rains around. I can hear
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  Speaker 22: the cold rain, steeping, dripping roof and plashy ground. No,
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  Speaker 22: not all are wrapped in slumber. At yon chamber window
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  Speaker 22: stands one whose years are few in number. Sorrow marks
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  Speaker 22: his clasped hands from the open casement, bending, he surveys
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  Speaker 22: the murky skies, dreary sighs, his bosom rending, hot tears
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  Speaker 22: gushing from his eyes. Now that autumn's charms are dying,
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  Speaker 22: Summer's glories long since gone, faded leaves on damp earth,
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  Speaker 22: lying hoary winter striding on tis No marvel skies are lowering,
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  Speaker 22: winds are moaning thus around, and cold rain with ceaseless pouring,
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  Speaker 22: swells the stream and swamps the ground. But such wild,
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  Speaker 22: such bitter grieving, fits not slender boys like THEE. Those
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  Speaker 22: deep sighs should not be heaving breasts so young as
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  Speaker 22: thine must be. Life with THEE is only springing. Summer
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  Speaker 22: in thy pathway lies. Every day is nearer, bringing Junes
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  Speaker 22: bright flowers and glowing skies. Ah, he sees no brighter morrow.
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  Speaker 22: He is not too young to prove all the pain
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  Speaker 22: and all the sorrow that attend the steps of love.
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  Speaker 22: October eighteen forty six. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 22: in the public domain. Severed and Gone by Anne Bronte,
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  Speaker 22: read for LibriVox dot Org by Bruskachuk. Severed and gone
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  Speaker 22: so many years, and art thou still so dear to
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  Speaker 22: me that throbbing heart and burning tears can witness how
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  Speaker 22: I clung to THEE. I know that in the narrow
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  Speaker 22: tomb the form I loved was buried deep, and left
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  Speaker 22: in silence and in gloom, to slumber out its dreamless sleep.
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  Speaker 22: I know the corner where it lies is but a
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  Speaker 22: dreary place of rest. The charno moisture never drawn from
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  Speaker 22: the dark flake stone o'er its breast, For there the
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  Speaker 22: sunbeams never shine, nor ever breathes the freshening air. But
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  Speaker 22: not for this do I repine, For my beloved is
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  Speaker 22: not there. Ah. No, I do not think of THEE
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  Speaker 22: as festering there in slow decay. Tis this sole thought
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  Speaker 22: oppresses me, that thou art gone so far away, forever gone,
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  Speaker 22: and I, by night have preyed within my silent room,
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  Speaker 22: that Heaven would grant a burst of light, its cheerless darkness,
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  Speaker 22: to illume and give thee to my longing eyes. A
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  Speaker 22: moment as thou shinest, now fresh from thy mansion in
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  Speaker 22: the skies, with all its glory on thy brow. Wild
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  Speaker 22: was the wish, intense, the gaze I fixed upon the
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  Speaker 22: murky air, expectant that a kindling blaze would strike my
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  Speaker 22: raptured vision. There a shape these human nerves would thrill,
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  Speaker 22: a majesty that might appall. Did not thy earthly likeness
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  Speaker 22: still gleam softly, gladly through it all false hope, vain prayer.
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  Speaker 22: It might not be that thou shouldst visit Earth again.
• 1:58:34
  Speaker 22: I called on Heaven, I called on thee, and watch'd
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  Speaker 22: and waited all in vain. Had I one treasured lock
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  Speaker 22: of thine, how it would bless these longing eyes? Or
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  Speaker 22: if thy pictur'd form were mine? What gold should rob
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  Speaker 22: me of the prize? A few cold words on yonder stone,
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  Speaker 22: a corpse as cold as they can be, vain words
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  Speaker 22: and moldering dust alone. Can this be all that's left
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  Speaker 22: of thee. A no thy spirit lingers still where'er thy
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  Speaker 22: sunny smile was seen. There's less of darkness, less of
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  Speaker 22: chaille on earth than if thou hadst not been. Thou
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  Speaker 22: breathest in my bosom yet and dwellest in my beating heart.
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  Speaker 22: And while I cannot quite forget thou, darling, canst not
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  Speaker 22: quite depart. Life seems more sweet that thou didst live,
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  Speaker 22: and men, more true that thou wert one. Nothing is lost,
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  Speaker 22: that thou didst give, nothing destroyed that thou hast done.
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  Speaker 22: April eighteen four.
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  Speaker 14: End O poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 20: The Three Guides by Anne Bronte, read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 20: Org by Nancybeard. Spirit of Earth, Thy hand is chill.
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  Speaker 20: I felt its icy clasp and shuddering. I remember still
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  Speaker 20: that stony hearted grasp. Thine eye bids love and joy depart. Oh,
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  Speaker 20: turn its gaze from me. It presses down my shrinking heart.
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  Speaker 20: I will not walk with THEE. Wisdom is mine. I've
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  Speaker 20: heard THEE say beneath my searching eye. All mist and
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  Speaker 20: darkness melt away, phantoms and fables fly before me. Truth
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  Speaker 20: can stand alone. The naked solid truth, and man matured.
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  Speaker 20: My worth will own if I am shunn'd by youth.
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  Speaker 20: Firm is my tread, and sure, though slow, my footsteps
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  Speaker 20: never slide, And he that follows me shall know I
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  Speaker 20: am the surest guide. Thy boast is vain. But were
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  Speaker 20: it true that thou couldst safely steer life's rough and
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  Speaker 20: devious pathway through such guidance, I should fear how could
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  Speaker 20: I bear to walk for aye with eyes to earthward,
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  Speaker 20: prone or trampled weeds, and myrie clay and sand and
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  Speaker 20: flinty stone, never the glorious view to greet of hill
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  Speaker 20: and dale and sky, to see that nature's charms are sweet,
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  Speaker 20: or feel that Heaven is nigh. If in my heart
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  Speaker 20: arose a spring, a gush of thought divine at once
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  Speaker 20: stake nation, thou wouldst bring with that cold touch of thine.
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  Speaker 20: If glancing up I sought to snatch but one glimpse
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  Speaker 20: of the sky, my baffled gaze would only catch thy heartless,
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  Speaker 20: cold gray eye. If to the breezes wandering near, I
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  Speaker 20: listened eagerly and deemed an angel's tongue to hear that
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  Speaker 20: whispered hope to me, that heavenly music would be drown'd
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  Speaker 20: in thy harsh, droning voice. Nor inward thought, nor sight
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  Speaker 20: nor sound. Might my sad soul rejoice. Dull is thine
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  Speaker 20: ear unheard by thee, the still small voice of Heaven.
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  Speaker 20: Thine eyes are dim and cannot see the helps that
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  Speaker 20: God has given. There is a bridge or every flood,
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  Speaker 20: which thou canst not perceive a path through every tangled wood,
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  Speaker 20: But thou wilt not believe. Striving to make thy way
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  Speaker 20: by force toil spent and bramble torn, thou'll fell the
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  Speaker 20: tree that checks thy course, and burst through briar and thorn,
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  Speaker 20: and pausing by the river's side, Poor reasoner, thou wilt
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  Speaker 20: deem by casting pebbles in its tide to cross the
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  Speaker 20: swelling stream right through the flinty rock. Thou try thy
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  Speaker 20: toilsome way to bore, regardless of the pathway nigh that
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  Speaker 20: would conduct thee ore. Not only art thou then unkind
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  Speaker 20: and freezing cold to me, but unbelieving death and blind,
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  Speaker 20: I will not walk with thee spirit of pride. Thy
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  Speaker 20: wings are strong, thine eyes like lightning, shine is static
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  Speaker 20: joys to thee belong and powers all almost divine. But
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  Speaker 20: tis a false, destructive blaze within those eyes I see
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  Speaker 20: turn hence their fascinating gaze. I will not follow thee,
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  Speaker 20: coward and fool. Thou mayest reply. Walk on the common sod,
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  Speaker 20: go trace with timid foot, and eye the steps by
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  Speaker 20: others trod. Tis best the beaten path to keep the
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  Speaker 20: ancient faith, To hold to pasture with thy fellow sheep,
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  Speaker 20: and lie within the fold, cling to the earth, poor
• 2:04:36
  Speaker 20: groveling worm. Tis not for thee to soar against the
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  Speaker 20: fury of the storm amid the thunder's roar. There's glory
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  Speaker 20: in that daring strife, unknown, undreamt by THEE, their speechless rapture,
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  Speaker 20: in the life of those who follow me. Yes, I
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  Speaker 20: have seen thy votaries oft a held by thee, their
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  Speaker 20: guide in strength and courage, mount aloft the steepy mountain side.
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  Speaker 20: I've seen them stand against the sky, and, gazing from below,
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  Speaker 20: beheld thy lightning in their eye, thy triumph on their brow. Oh,
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  Speaker 20: I have felt what glory?
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  Speaker 10: Then?
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  Speaker 20: What transport must be theirs so far above their fellow men,
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  Speaker 20: above their toils and cares, inhaling Nature's purest breath, her
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  Speaker 20: riches round them, spread the wide expanse of earth beneath
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  Speaker 20: heavens glories overhead. But I have seen them helpless, dashed
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  Speaker 20: down to a bloody grave, And still thy ruthless eye
• 2:05:46
  Speaker 20: has flash'd, Thy strong hand did not save. I've seen
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  Speaker 20: some or the mountain's brow sustain'd awhile by thee or
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  Speaker 20: rocks of ice and hills of snow bound. Fearless, wild
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  Speaker 20: and free, bold and exultant was their mien. While thou
• 2:06:08
  Speaker 20: didst cheer them on. But evening fell, and then I
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  Speaker 20: ween their faithless guide was gone. Alas how fared thy favorites.
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  Speaker 20: Then lone, helpless, weary, cold, did ever wanderer find again
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  Speaker 20: the path he left of old? Where is their glory?
• 2:06:30
  Speaker 20: Where the pride that swelled their hearts before? Where now
• 2:06:35
  Speaker 20: the courage that defied the mightiest tempests roar? What shall
• 2:06:40
  Speaker 20: they do when night grows black, when angry storms arise?
• 2:06:45
  Speaker 20: Who now will lead them to the track? Thou tautest them, too,
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  Speaker 20: despise spirit of pride. It needs not this to make
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  Speaker 20: me shun thy wiles renounced, thy triumph and thy bliss,
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  Speaker 20: Thy honors, and thy smiles, bright as thou, art and
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  Speaker 20: bold and strong, that fierce glance winds not me, and
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  Speaker 20: I abhord thy scoffing tongue. I will not follow THEE.
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  Speaker 20: Spirit of faith. Be thou my guide, O clasp my
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  Speaker 20: hand in thine, and let me never quit thy side.
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  Speaker 20: Thy comforts are divine. Earth calls THEE blind misguided one.
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  Speaker 20: But who can show like THEE forgotten things that have
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  Speaker 20: been done and things that are to be secrets conceal'd
• 2:07:41
  Speaker 20: from Nature's can who like THEE can declare, or who
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  Speaker 20: like THEE to erring men God's holy will can bear
• 2:07:50
  Speaker 20: pride scorns THEE for thy lowly mien. But who like
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  Speaker 20: THEE can rise above this toilsome, sorid scene, be on
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  Speaker 20: the holy skies. Meek is Thine eye and soft thy voice,
• 2:08:06
  Speaker 20: But wondrous is thy might, to make the wretched soul rejoice,
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  Speaker 20: To give the simple light and still to all that
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  Speaker 20: seek thy way. This magic power is given e'n. While
• 2:08:20
  Speaker 20: their footsteps press the clay, their souls ascend to heaven.
• 2:08:25
  Speaker 20: Danger surrounds them, Pain and woe their portion here must be.
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  Speaker 20: But only they that trust THEE know what comfort dwells
• 2:08:35
  Speaker 20: with THEE. Strength to sustain their drooping powers, and vigor
• 2:08:40
  Speaker 20: to defend Thy pole star of my darkest hours. Affliction's
• 2:08:46
  Speaker 20: firmest friend. Day does not always mark our way. Night's
• 2:08:51
  Speaker 20: shadows oft appall but lead me, and I cannot stray
• 2:08:57
  Speaker 20: hold me. I shall not fall, sustain me. I shall
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  Speaker 20: never faint, how rough sore may be my upward road,
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  Speaker 20: nor moan, nor plaint shall mar I trust in THEE
• 2:09:12
  Speaker 20: narrow the path by which we go, and oft it
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  Speaker 20: turns aside from pleasant meads, where roses blow and peaceful
• 2:09:21
  Speaker 20: waters glide, where flow'ry turf lies green and soft, and
• 2:09:26
  Speaker 20: gentle gales are sweet, to where dark mountains frown aloft,
• 2:09:31
  Speaker 20: hard rocks distress the feet. Deserts beyond lie bleak and bare,
• 2:09:37
  Speaker 20: and keen winds round us blow. But if Thy hand
• 2:09:41
  Speaker 20: conducts me there, the way is right. I know I
• 2:09:45
  Speaker 20: have no wish to turn away. My spirit does not quail.
• 2:09:50
  Speaker 20: How can it? While I hear THEE say, press forward
• 2:09:54
  Speaker 20: and prevail even above the tempests swell. I hear Thy
• 2:09:59
  Speaker 20: voice of love, of hope and peace. I hear THEE tell,
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  Speaker 20: and that blest home above through pain and death, I
• 2:10:08
  Speaker 20: can rejoice. If but Thy strength be mine. Earth hath
• 2:10:14
  Speaker 20: no music like Thy voice. Life owns no joy like
• 2:10:18
  Speaker 20: thine spirit of faith. I'll go with THEE. Thou, if
• 2:10:23
  Speaker 20: I hold THEE fast, wilt guide, defend and strengthen me,
• 2:10:28
  Speaker 20: and bear me home at last by thy help. All
• 2:10:33
  Speaker 20: things I can do in thy strength, all things bear
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  Speaker 20: teach me. For thou art just and true.
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  Speaker 10: Smile on me.
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  Speaker 20: Thou art fair. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 20: the public domain.
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  Speaker 13: Farewell to THEE but not Farewell by Anne Bronty read
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  Speaker 13: for Lebrivox dot Org by Belinda mac Renold's Farewell to
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  Speaker 13: THEE but not Farewell to all My fondest thoughts of
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  Speaker 13: THEE Within my heart, they still shall dwell, and they
• 2:11:13
  Speaker 13: shall cheer and comfort me, all beautiful and full of grace.
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  Speaker 13: If Thou hadst never met mine eye, I had not
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  Speaker 13: dreamed a living face could fancied charm so far out thy.
• 2:11:26
  Speaker 13: If I may ne'er behold again that form and face
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  Speaker 13: so dear to me, nor hear thy voice, still would
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  Speaker 13: I fain preserve for aye their memory, That voice, the
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  Speaker 13: magic of whose tone could waken echo in my breast,
• 2:11:41
  Speaker 13: creating feelings that alone can make my tranced spirit blest.
• 2:11:47
  Speaker 13: That laughing eye whose sunny beam my memory would not
• 2:11:50
  Speaker 13: cherish less, and all that smile whose joyous gleam. No
• 2:11:55
  Speaker 13: mortal language can express adieu. But let me cherish still
• 2:12:00
  Speaker 13: the hope with which I cannot part. Contempt may wound
• 2:12:04
  Speaker 13: and coldness chill, but still it lingers in my heart.
• 2:12:08
  Speaker 13: And who can tell that Heaven at last may answer
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  Speaker 13: all my thousand prayers? And bid the future pay the
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  Speaker 13: past with joy for anguish, smiles for tears. End of palm.
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  Speaker 13: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 11: Self Communion by Anne Bronte redflibrivox dot org. The mist
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  Speaker 11: is resting on the hill, The smoke is hanging in
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  Speaker 11: the air. The very clouds are standing still. A breathless
• 2:12:45
  Speaker 11: calm broods everywhere, Thou pilgrim through this vale of tears.
• 2:12:51
  Speaker 11: Thou do a little moment, sees thy anxious soil and
• 2:12:55
  Speaker 11: fluttering fears, and rest thee for a while in peace.
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  Speaker 11: I wood, But time keeps working still and moving on
• 2:13:04
  Speaker 11: for good or ill. He will not rest nor stay
• 2:13:09
  Speaker 11: in pain or ease, and smiles or tears. He still
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  Speaker 11: keeps adding to my years and stealing life away his footsteps.
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  Speaker 11: In the ceaseless sound of yonder clock, I seem to
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  Speaker 11: hear that through the stillness so profound distinctly strikes the
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  Speaker 11: vacant ear for ever, striding on and on, he pauses,
• 2:13:30
  Speaker 11: not by night or day, And all my life will
• 2:13:33
  Speaker 11: soon be gone, as these past years have slipped away.
• 2:13:38
  Speaker 11: He took my childhood long ago, and then my early youth,
• 2:13:42
  Speaker 11: and lo he steals away my prime. I cannot see
• 2:13:47
  Speaker 11: how fast it goes, but well my inward spirit knows
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  Speaker 11: the wasting power of time. Time steals thy moments, drinks
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  Speaker 11: thy breath, changes and wastes thy mortal frame. But though
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  Speaker 11: he gives the clay to death, he cannot touch the
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  Speaker 11: inward flame. Nay, though he steals thy ears away, their
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  Speaker 11: memory is left thee still, And every month, then every
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  Speaker 11: day leaves some effect of good or ill. The wise
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  Speaker 11: will find, and memories store a help for that which
• 2:14:21
  Speaker 11: lies before, to guide their course aright. Then, hush thy
• 2:14:26
  Speaker 11: plains and calm thy fears. Look back on these departed years,
• 2:14:31
  Speaker 11: and say what meets thy sight? I see far back,
• 2:14:36
  Speaker 11: a helpless child, feeble and full of causeless fears, simple
• 2:14:40
  Speaker 11: and easily beguiled to credit all it hears, more timid
• 2:14:44
  Speaker 11: than the wild would dave, yet trusting to another's care
• 2:14:49
  Speaker 11: and finding. In protecting love, It's only a refuge from despair.
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  Speaker 11: It's only balm for every woe, the only bliss its
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  Speaker 11: soul can know. Still hiding in its breast, a tender
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  Speaker 11: heart too prone to weep, A love so earnest, strong
• 2:15:06
  Speaker 11: and deep it could not be expressed, poor helpless thing,
• 2:15:10
  Speaker 11: What can it do Life's stormy cares and toils among
• 2:15:14
  Speaker 11: How tread this weary desert truth, that all's the brave
• 2:15:18
  Speaker 11: and tires the strong. Where shall it center so much trust,
• 2:15:22
  Speaker 11: where truth maintains so little to sway, Where seeming fruit
• 2:15:26
  Speaker 11: is bitter dust and kisses oft to death betray? How
• 2:15:30
  Speaker 11: oft must sin and falsehood grief? A heart so ready
• 2:15:34
  Speaker 11: to believe and willing to admire, with strength so feeble,
• 2:15:39
  Speaker 11: fears so strong amid this selfish, bustling throng. How will
• 2:15:44
  Speaker 11: it faint and tire? That tender love, so warm and deep?
• 2:15:49
  Speaker 11: How can it flourish sheer below? What bitter floods of
• 2:15:53
  Speaker 11: tears must deep the stony soil where it would grow
• 2:15:57
  Speaker 11: o earth? A rocky breast is thine, a hard soil,
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  Speaker 11: and a cruel climb, where tender plants must droop and
• 2:16:04
  Speaker 11: pine or alter with transforming time, that soul that clings
• 2:16:09
  Speaker 11: to sympathy as ivy clasps the forest tree. How can
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  Speaker 11: it stand alone? That heart so prone to overflow e'er
• 2:16:19
  Speaker 11: the thought of others wore? How will it bear its own?
• 2:16:23
  Speaker 11: How if a sparrow's death can wring such bitter tear
• 2:16:26
  Speaker 11: floods from the eye, will it behold the suffering of
• 2:16:30
  Speaker 11: struggling lost humanity, the dortering pain, the bining grief, the
• 2:16:35
  Speaker 11: sin degraded misery, the anguish that defies relief. Look back again,
• 2:16:42
  Speaker 11: what dost thou see? I see one kneeling on the sod,
• 2:16:47
  Speaker 11: with infant hands upraised to heaven. A young hard feeling
• 2:16:52
  Speaker 11: after God oft, baffled, never backward, driven, mistaken oft and
• 2:16:58
  Speaker 11: after stray. It lives to find the narrow way, but
• 2:17:02
  Speaker 11: grops and toils alone, that in her life of strife
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  Speaker 11: and tears, of kindling hopes and lowering fears to none,
• 2:17:10
  Speaker 11: But God is none, tis better. Thus, for man would
• 2:17:14
  Speaker 11: scorn those childish prayers, those artless cries, that darkling spirit
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  Speaker 11: tossed and torn. But God will not despise. We may
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  Speaker 11: regret such waste of tears, such darkly toiling misery, such
• 2:17:29
  Speaker 11: wildering doubts and harrowing fears, where joy and thankfulness should be.
• 2:17:34
  Speaker 11: But wait and Heaven will send relief. Let patience have
• 2:17:38
  Speaker 11: her perfect work. Low strength and wisdom spring from grief
• 2:17:43
  Speaker 11: and joys. Behind afflictions lurk. It asked for light, and
• 2:17:47
  Speaker 11: it was heard. God grants that struggling soul repose, and
• 2:17:51
  Speaker 11: guided by His holy word, it wiser than its teachers, grows.
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  Speaker 11: It gains the upward path at length, and pass on
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  Speaker 11: from strength to strength, leaning on Heaven the while night's
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  Speaker 11: shades departing one by one, it sees at last the
• 2:18:09
  Speaker 11: rising sun and feels this cheering smile in all its
• 2:18:14
  Speaker 11: darkness and distress. For lighted sought to God, it cried,
• 2:18:18
  Speaker 11: and through the partless wilderness he was its comfort and
• 2:18:23
  Speaker 11: its guide. So it was, and so will it be.
• 2:18:28
  Speaker 11: Thy God will guide and strengthen thee. His goodness cannot fail.
• 2:18:33
  Speaker 11: The sun that on thy morning rose will light thee
• 2:18:36
  Speaker 11: to the evening's close. Whatever storms assail, God alters not,
• 2:18:42
  Speaker 11: but time on me, A wide and wondrous change is wrought.
• 2:18:46
  Speaker 11: And in these sparted years I see cause for grave
• 2:18:49
  Speaker 11: care and saddening thought. I see that time and toil
• 2:18:53
  Speaker 11: in truth. An inward hardness can impart, can freeze the
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  Speaker 11: generous blood of youth and steal full fast the tender heart.
• 2:19:02
  Speaker 11: Bless God for that divine decree that hardness comes with
• 2:19:07
  Speaker 11: misery and suffering dead in spain, that at the frequent
• 2:19:11
  Speaker 11: sight of war, even pity's tears forget to flow. If
• 2:19:15
  Speaker 11: reason still remain reason with conscience by his side, but
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  Speaker 11: gathers strength from toil and truth, and she will prove
• 2:19:25
  Speaker 11: a surer guide than those sweet instincts of our youth.
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  Speaker 11: Thou that hast known such anguish so in weeping where
• 2:19:33
  Speaker 11: thou couldst not bless? Canst thou that softness, so deplore
• 2:19:38
  Speaker 11: that suffering, shrinking tenderness, Thou that hast felt what cankering
• 2:19:43
  Speaker 11: care a loving heart is doomed to bear? Say, how
• 2:19:47
  Speaker 11: canst thou regret that fires unfed must fall away? Long
• 2:19:52
  Speaker 11: droughts can dry the softest clay, and cold will cold
• 2:19:56
  Speaker 11: beget nay, But tis hard to feel that chill come
• 2:20:01
  Speaker 11: creeping o'er the shuddering heart. Love may be full of pain,
• 2:20:05
  Speaker 11: but still tis sad to see it. So depart to
• 2:20:09
  Speaker 11: watch that fire whose genial glow was formed of comfort,
• 2:20:13
  Speaker 11: and to cheer for want of fuel, fading, so sinking
• 2:20:17
  Speaker 11: to Ember's dull and drear. To see the soft soil
• 2:20:21
  Speaker 11: turned to stone for lack of kindly showers, To see
• 2:20:25
  Speaker 11: those yearnings of the breast fining to bless and to
• 2:20:29
  Speaker 11: be blest, drop withered, frozen one by one, till centered
• 2:20:33
  Speaker 11: in itself alone, it wastes its blighted powers. Oh, I
• 2:20:39
  Speaker 11: have known a wondrous joy in early friendship's pure delight,
• 2:20:43
  Speaker 11: a genial bliss that could not cloy my sun by day,
• 2:20:47
  Speaker 11: my moon by night. Absence indeed was sore. Distress, and
• 2:20:52
  Speaker 11: thought of death was anguish, keen, and there was cruel
• 2:20:55
  Speaker 11: bitterness when jarring discords rose between. And some times it
• 2:21:00
  Speaker 11: was grief to know my fondness was but half returned.
• 2:21:05
  Speaker 11: But this was nothing to the war with which another
• 2:21:08
  Speaker 11: truth was learned that I must check or nurse apart full.
• 2:21:12
  Speaker 11: Many an impulse of the heart, and many a darling
• 2:21:15
  Speaker 11: thought what my soul worshiped, sought and prized was slight
• 2:21:21
  Speaker 11: and questioned or despised. This pained me more than aught.
• 2:21:25
  Speaker 11: And as my love the warmer glowed, the deeper would
• 2:21:28
  Speaker 11: that anguish sink, that this dark stream between us flowed,
• 2:21:33
  Speaker 11: though both stood bending o'er its brink, until at last
• 2:21:37
  Speaker 11: I learnt to bear a colder heart within my breast,
• 2:21:42
  Speaker 11: to share such thoughts as I could share, and calmly
• 2:21:46
  Speaker 11: keep the rest. I saw that they were sundered. Now
• 2:21:50
  Speaker 11: the trees that at the root were won, They yet
• 2:21:54
  Speaker 11: might mingle, leaf and bow, But still the stems must
• 2:21:58
  Speaker 11: stand alone. Oh love is sweet of every kind. Tis
• 2:22:03
  Speaker 11: sweet the helpless to be friend, to watch the young,
• 2:22:06
  Speaker 11: unfolding mind, to guide, to shelter and defend, to lavish, tender,
• 2:22:11
  Speaker 11: toil and care, and ask for nothing back again. But
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  Speaker 11: that are smiles a blessing bear, And all our toil
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  Speaker 11: be not in vain and sweeter far than words can tell.
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  Speaker 11: Their love, whose ardent bosoms swell with thoughts. They need
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  Speaker 11: not hide where fortune frowns not on their joy, And
• 2:22:31
  Speaker 11: prudence seeks not to destroy, nor reason to deride. Whose
• 2:22:36
  Speaker 11: love may freely gush and flow, uncheck'd, unchilled by doubt
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  Speaker 11: or fear. For in their inmost hearts they know it
• 2:22:44
  Speaker 11: is not vainly nourished. There they know that in a
• 2:22:48
  Speaker 11: kindred breast their long desires have found a home, where
• 2:22:52
  Speaker 11: heart and soul may kindly rest, weary in lorn, no
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  Speaker 11: more to roam. Their dreams of bliss were not in
• 2:23:00
  Speaker 11: vain as they love. They are loved again, and they
• 2:23:04
  Speaker 11: can bless as they are blest or vainly. Might I
• 2:23:08
  Speaker 11: seek to show the joys from happy love that flow.
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  Speaker 11: The warmest words are also cold. The secret transports to
• 2:23:16
  Speaker 11: unfold of simplest words or softest sigh, or from the
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  Speaker 11: glancing of an eye, to say what rapture beams one
• 2:23:26
  Speaker 11: look that bids our fears depart, and whale assures the
• 2:23:30
  Speaker 11: trusting heart. It beats. Not in the world alone such
• 2:23:34
  Speaker 11: speechless rapture I have known, but only in my dreams.
• 2:23:40
  Speaker 11: My life has been a morning sky, where hope her
• 2:23:44
  Speaker 11: rainbow glories cast o kindling vapors far and nigh. And
• 2:23:50
  Speaker 11: if the colors faded fast ere one bright hue had
• 2:23:53
  Speaker 11: died away, another o'er its ashes gleamed, And if the
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  Speaker 11: lower clouds were gray, the wists above or brightly beamed,
• 2:24:02
  Speaker 11: but not for long at length behold those stints, less warm,
• 2:24:07
  Speaker 11: less radiant, grew till but one speck of poly gold
• 2:24:11
  Speaker 11: glimmered through clouds of saddening hue. And I am calmly
• 2:24:15
  Speaker 11: waiting now to see that also pass away and leave
• 2:24:20
  Speaker 11: above the dark hill's brow, a rayless arch of somber gray.
• 2:24:26
  Speaker 11: So must it fair with all thy race, who seek
• 2:24:30
  Speaker 11: in earthly things their joy. So fading hopes, lost hopes
• 2:24:35
  Speaker 11: shall chase till disappointment all destroy. But they that fix
• 2:24:40
  Speaker 11: their hopes on high shall in the blue, refulgent sky,
• 2:24:44
  Speaker 11: the sun's transcendent light behold a purer, deeper glow than
• 2:24:49
  Speaker 11: these uncertain gleams can show, however fair or bright, Oh,
• 2:24:54
  Speaker 11: weak of heart, Why thus deplore that truth will fancy's
• 2:24:58
  Speaker 11: dreams destroy? Did I not tell thee years before, life
• 2:25:03
  Speaker 11: was for labor, not for joy, Seize selfish spirit, to
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  Speaker 11: repine O thine own ills no longer grieve. No, there
• 2:25:13
  Speaker 11: are sufferings worse than thine, which thou mayst labor to relieve.
• 2:25:18
  Speaker 11: If dime indeed, too swiftly flies gird on thine armor,
• 2:25:22
  Speaker 11: haste arise, for thou hast much to do, to lighten woe,
• 2:25:27
  Speaker 11: to trample sin and force without and force within, to
• 2:25:31
  Speaker 11: combat and subdue earth. Hath too much of sin and pain.
• 2:25:36
  Speaker 11: The bitter cup, the binding chain. Dost thou indeed lament,
• 2:25:42
  Speaker 11: Let not thy weary spirit sink. But strive, not by
• 2:25:46
  Speaker 11: one drop or link the evil to augment. Strive, rather
• 2:25:51
  Speaker 11: thou by peace and joy, the bitter poison to destroy,
• 2:25:56
  Speaker 11: the tyrant chain to break. O strive, and if thy
• 2:26:01
  Speaker 11: strength be small, strive yet the more, and spend it
• 2:26:05
  Speaker 11: all for love and wisdom's sake. Oh, I have striven
• 2:26:10
  Speaker 11: both hard and long. But many are my foresen strong.
• 2:26:14
  Speaker 11: My gains are light, my progress slow, for hard's the
• 2:26:18
  Speaker 11: way I have to go. And my worst enemies, I know,
• 2:26:21
  Speaker 11: are these within my breast. And it is hard to toil,
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  Speaker 11: for aye, through sultry noon and twilight, gray, to toil
• 2:26:31
  Speaker 11: and never rest. There is a rest beyond the grave,
• 2:26:35
  Speaker 11: a lasting rest from pain and sin, where dwell the
• 2:26:39
  Speaker 11: faithful and the brave. But they must strive, who seek
• 2:26:44
  Speaker 11: to win. Show me that rest. I ask no more. Oh,
• 2:26:49
  Speaker 11: drive these misty doubts away, and let me see that
• 2:26:53
  Speaker 11: sunny shore, however far away, however wide this rolling sea,
• 2:26:58
  Speaker 11: however wild my passage be, howe'er my bark be tempest tossed,
• 2:27:04
  Speaker 11: May it but reach that haven fair? May I but
• 2:27:07
  Speaker 11: land and wander there with those that I have loved
• 2:27:11
  Speaker 11: and lost, with such a glorious hope in view, I'll
• 2:27:15
  Speaker 11: gladly doile and suffer do rest. Without Doyle, I would
• 2:27:20
  Speaker 11: not ask, I would not shun the hardest task. Doyle
• 2:27:24
  Speaker 11: is my glory, grief, my gain. If God's approval they obtain.
• 2:27:30
  Speaker 11: Could I but hear my Savior say, I know thy
• 2:27:34
  Speaker 11: patience and thy love. How hast thou held the narrow
• 2:27:38
  Speaker 11: way for my sake? Labored night and day, and watch'd
• 2:27:43
  Speaker 11: and striven with them that strove, and still hast borne,
• 2:27:47
  Speaker 11: and didst not faint? Oh, this would be reward. Indeed,
• 2:27:52
  Speaker 11: press forward then, without complain, labor and love, and such
• 2:27:58
  Speaker 11: shall be thy need. April seventeenth, eighteen forty eight, end
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  Speaker 11: of Bourn. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: The Narrow Way by Anne Bronte, read for LIBRIVOCX by Salpenna.
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  Speaker 5: Believe not those who say the upward path is smooth,
• 2:28:24
  Speaker 5: lest thou should stumble in the way and faint before
• 2:28:27
  Speaker 5: the truth. It is the only road unto the realms
• 2:28:30
  Speaker 5: of joy. But he who seeks that blest abode must
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  Speaker 5: all his powers, employ bright hopes and pure delights upon
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  Speaker 5: his course. May beam, and there amid the sternest heights,
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  Speaker 5: the sweetest flower, its gleam on all her breezes. Borne
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  Speaker 5: earth yields no sense like those. But he that dares
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  Speaker 5: not grasp the thorn should never crave the rose. Arm
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  Speaker 5: arm thee for the fight. Cast useless loads away. Watch
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  Speaker 5: through the darkest hours of night, toil through the hottest day,
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  Speaker 5: Crush pride into the dust. Or thou must needs be
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  Speaker 5: slack and trample down rebellious lust, or it will hold
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  Speaker 5: thee back. Seek not thy honor. Here, waive pleasure and
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  Speaker 5: renown the world's dread scoff undaunted, bear and face its
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  Speaker 5: deadliest frown, to labor and to love, to pardon and endure,
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  Speaker 5: To lift thy heart to God above, and keep thy
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  Speaker 5: conscience pure. Be this thy constant, aim, thy hope, thy
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  Speaker 5: Chief delight. What matter, who should whisper blame, or who
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  Speaker 5: should scorn or slight?
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  Speaker 9: What matter?
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  Speaker 5: If thy God approve, and if within thy breast thou
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  Speaker 5: feel the comfort of His love, the earnest of his
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  Speaker 5: rest and of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 22: Fragment by Anne Bronte, read for LibriVox dot org by
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  Speaker 22: brus Ka chok yes, I will take a cheerful tone
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  Speaker 22: and fagin to share their heartless glee. But I would
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  Speaker 22: rather weep alone than laugh amid their revelry. January twenty sixth,
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  Speaker 22: eighteen forty nine end a poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 22: the public domain.
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  Speaker 10: Last lines by Anne Bronte, read for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 10: by Larry Wilson. I hope that with the braven strong,
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  Speaker 10: my porsoned task might lie to toil amid the busy
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  Speaker 10: throng with purpose, pure and high. The God has fixed
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  Speaker 10: another part, and he has fixed it well. I said
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  Speaker 10: so with my bleeding heart. When first the anguish fell,
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  Speaker 10: A dreadful darkness closes in on my bewildered mind. Will
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  Speaker 10: let me suffer and not sin be tortured? Yet resign'd,
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  Speaker 10: Shall I with joy thy blessing share and not endure
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  Speaker 10: their loss or hope the martyr's crown to wear and
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  Speaker 10: cast away the cross? Thou God hast taken our delight,
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  Speaker 10: our treasured hope away. Thou bisinest. Now weep through the
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  Speaker 10: night and sorrow through the day. These weary hours will
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  Speaker 10: not be lost, these days of misery, these nights of darkness,
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  Speaker 10: anguish tossed. Can I but turn to THEE weak and weary,
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  Speaker 10: Though I lie crush'd with sorrow, worn with pain, I
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  Speaker 10: may lift to heaven mine eye and strive to labor
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  Speaker 10: not in vain, that inward strife against the sins that
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  Speaker 10: ever wait on suffering to strike, what ever first begins
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  Speaker 10: each ill that would corruption, bring that secret labor to
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  Speaker 10: sustain with humble patience, every blow, to gather fortitude from pain,
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  Speaker 10: and hope and holiness from woe. Thus let me serve
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  Speaker 10: THEE from my heart, whate'er may be my written fate,
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  Speaker 10: whether thus early to depart or yet a while to wait.
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  Speaker 10: If thou shouldst bring me back to life more humbled,
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  Speaker 10: I should be more wise, more strengthened for the strife,
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  Speaker 10: more apt to lean on THEE. Should death be standing
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  Speaker 10: at the gate. Thus should I keep my vow. But Lord,
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  Speaker 10: whatever be my fate, will let me serve THEE now
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  Speaker 10: finished January twenty eighth, eighteen forty nine in the poem.
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  Speaker 10: This recording is in the public domain. End of the
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  Speaker 10: Complete Poems of Anne Bronte