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  Speaker 1: Tim Buck two by Alfred Lord Tennyson read for Librovox
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  Speaker 1: dot Org by Lurie Wilson, a poem which obtained the
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  Speaker 1: Chancellor's Medal at the Cambridge Commitment eighteen twenty nine by A.
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  Speaker 1: Tennyson of Trinity College. Printed in the Cambridge Chronicle and
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  Speaker 1: Journal of Friday, July tenth, eighteen twenty nine, and at
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  Speaker 1: the University Press by James Smith. Among the Buluzzioni's academic
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  Speaker 1: gay romeias aneus dignante at incuria cantabrigiensi visitat committis maximus,
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  Speaker 1: eighteen twenty nine. Republished in Cambridge Prize Poems eighteen thirteen
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  Speaker 1: to eighteen fifty eight by Monsieurs Macmillan in eighteen fifty
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  Speaker 1: nine without alteration, and in eighteen ninety three in the
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  Speaker 1: appendix to a repent of Poems by two Brothers. Tim
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  Speaker 1: Buck two deep in that line Haunted Inland lies a
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  Speaker 1: mystic city goal of a high imprize Chapman footnote. Mister
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  Speaker 1: Swinburne failed to find this couplet in any of Chapman's
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  Speaker 1: original poems or translations, and was of the opinion that
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  Speaker 1: it is Tennyson's own. In footnote I stood upon the
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  Speaker 1: mountain which o'erlooks, the narrow seas, whose rapid interval parts
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  Speaker 1: afric from green Europe, where the sun had fallen below
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  Speaker 1: the Atlantic and above the silent heavens were blenched with
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  Speaker 1: fairy light, uncertain whether very light or cloud flowing southward,
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  Speaker 1: and the chasms of deep deep blue slumbered unfathomable, and
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  Speaker 1: the stars were flooded over with clear glory and pale.
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  Speaker 1: I gazed upon the sheeny coast beyond there, where the
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  Speaker 1: giant of old Time infixed the limits of his prowess
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  Speaker 1: pillars high long Time erased from Earth, even as the sea,
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  Speaker 1: when weary of wild inroad, buildeth up huge mounds whereby
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  Speaker 1: to stay his yeasty waves, and much amused on legends
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  Speaker 1: quaint and old, which whileum won the hearts of all
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  Speaker 1: on Earth toward their brightness, even as flame draws air.
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  Speaker 1: But had there been in the heart of man, as
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  Speaker 1: air is the life of flame, and thou wert then
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  Speaker 1: a center'd glory circled memory divinest Atlantis, whom the waves
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  Speaker 1: had buried deep, and Thou of later name Imperial el Dorado,
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  Speaker 1: rooted with gold shadows, to which despite all shocks of change,
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  Speaker 1: all onset of capricious accident. Men clung with yearning hope
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  Speaker 1: which would not die, as when in some great city
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  Speaker 1: where the walls shake in the streets with ghastly faces
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  Speaker 1: thronged to utter forth a subterranean voice among their inner columns.
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  Speaker 1: Far retired at midnight in the lone acropolis, before the
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  Speaker 1: awful genius of the place, kneels the pale priestess in
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  Speaker 1: deep faith, though while above her head the weak lamp
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  Speaker 1: dips and winks unto the fearful summoning without nathlis, she
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  Speaker 1: ever clasps the marble knees, bathes the cold hand with tears,
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  Speaker 1: and gazeth on those eyes which wear no light, but
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  Speaker 1: that wherewith her fantasy informs them. Where are ye thrones
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  Speaker 1: of the western wave, fair islands green? Where are your
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  Speaker 1: moonlight hauls, your seed in glooms, the blossominge abysses of
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  Speaker 1: your hills, your flowering capes, in your gold sanded bays,
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  Speaker 1: blown round with happy airs of odorous winds. Where are
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  Speaker 1: the infinite ways which serfh trod wound through your great
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  Speaker 1: elysian solitudes, whose lowest depths were as with visible love
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  Speaker 1: filled with divine effulgence, circumfused, flowing between the clear and
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  Speaker 1: polished stems, and ever circling round their emerald cones in
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  Speaker 1: coronals and glories such as gird the unfading foreheads of
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  Speaker 1: the saints in heaven. For nothing visible, they say, hath
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  Speaker 1: birth in that blessed ground, But it was played about
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  Speaker 1: with its peculiar glory. Then I raised my voice and
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  Speaker 1: cried wide afric, doth thy sun lighten thy hills and
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  Speaker 1: full the city as fair as those which starred the
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  Speaker 1: night of the elder world? Or is the rumor of
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  Speaker 1: thy timbucto a dream as frail as those of ancient time?
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  Speaker 1: A curve of whitening, flashing ebbing light, a rustling of
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  Speaker 1: white wings, the bright descent of a young seraph. And
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  Speaker 1: he stood beside me there on the ridge, and looked
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  Speaker 1: into my face with his unutterable shining orbs, so that
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  Speaker 1: with hasty motion I did veil my vision with both hands,
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  Speaker 1: and saw before me such colored spots as danced athwart
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  Speaker 1: the eyes of those that gaze upon the noonday sun,
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  Speaker 1: girt with a zone of flashing gold beneath his breast,
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  Speaker 1: and compassed round about his brow with triple arch of
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  Speaker 1: ever changing boughs, and encircled with the glory of living
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  Speaker 1: light and alternations of all hues. He stood, O, child
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  Speaker 1: of man, Why muse you here alone upon the mountain,
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  Speaker 1: on the dreams of old, which filled the earth with
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  Speaker 1: passing loveliness, which flung strange music, on the howling winds
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  Speaker 1: and odors rapt from remote paradise. Thy senses, clogged with
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  Speaker 1: dull mortality, thy spirit, fettered with the bond of clay,
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  Speaker 1: opened thine eye and see I looked, but not upon
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  Speaker 1: his face, for it was wonderful with its exceeding brightness,
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  Speaker 1: and the light of the great angel mind, which looked
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  Speaker 1: from out the starry glowing of his restless eyes. I
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  Speaker 1: felt my soul grow mighty, and my spirit, with supernatural
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  Speaker 1: excitation bound within me, and my mental eye grew large,
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  Speaker 1: with such a vast circumference of thought, that in my
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  Speaker 1: vanity I seemed to stand upon the outward verge and
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  Speaker 1: bound alone of full beatitude. Each failing sense, as with
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  Speaker 1: a momentary flash of light, grew thrillingly distinct, and keen
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  Speaker 1: I saw the smallest grain that dappled the dark earth,
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  Speaker 1: the indistinctest atom in deep air, the Moon's white cities,
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  Speaker 1: and the opal width of her small glowing lakes, her
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  Speaker 1: silver heights unvisited with dew of vagrant cloud, and the unsounded,
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  Speaker 1: undescended depth of her black hollows. The clear galaxy, shorn
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  Speaker 1: of its hoary luster, wonderful, distinct and vivid, with sharp
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  Speaker 1: points of light blazed within blaze, an unimagined depth of
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  Speaker 1: harmony of planet girded suns and moon encircled planets, wheel
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  Speaker 1: and wheel arched the wan sapphire nay, the hum of
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  Speaker 1: men or other things talking in unknown tongues, and notes
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  Speaker 1: of busy life in distant worlds beat like a far
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  Speaker 1: wave on my anxious ear. A maze of piercing, trackless,
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  Speaker 1: thrilling thoughts, involving and embracing each with each rapid as fire,
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  Speaker 1: inextricably linked, expanding momently with every sight and sound which
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  Speaker 1: struck the palpitating sense. The issue of strong impulse hurried
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  Speaker 1: through the riven wrapt brain, as when in some large
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  Speaker 1: lake from pressure of descendant crags which lapse disjointed, crumbling
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  Speaker 1: from their parent slope at slender interval. The level calm
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  Speaker 1: was ridged with restless and increasing spheres, which break upon
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  Speaker 1: each other, each the effect of separate impulse, but more
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  Speaker 1: fleetd and strong than its precursor, till the eyes in
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  Speaker 1: vain amid the wild unrest of swimming shade, dappled with
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  Speaker 1: hollow and alternate rise of unpenetrated arc would scan definite round.
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  Speaker 1: I know not if I shaped these things with accurate
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  Speaker 1: similitude from visible objects, for but dimly now less vivid
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  Speaker 1: than a half forgotten dream. The memory of that mental
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  Speaker 1: excellence comes o'er me, And it may be I entwined
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  Speaker 1: the indecision of my present mind with its past clearness.
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  Speaker 1: Yet it seems to me as even then the torrent
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  Speaker 1: of quick thought absorbed me from the nature of itself,
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  Speaker 1: with its own fleetness. Where is he that borne adown
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  Speaker 1: the sloping of an arrowy stream could link his shallop
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  Speaker 1: to the fleeting edge and muse midway with philosophic calm
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  Speaker 1: upon the wondrous laws which regulate the fierceness of the
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  Speaker 1: bounding element. My thoughts, which long had groveled in the
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  Speaker 1: slime of this dull world, like dusky worms which house
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  Speaker 1: beneath unshaken waters, But at once upon some earth awakening
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  Speaker 1: day of spring, to pass from gloom to glory, and
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  Speaker 1: aloft winnow the purple bearing on both sides double display
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  Speaker 1: of starlit wings which burn fanlike and fibered with intensest bloom.
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  Speaker 1: E'en so my thoughts erewhile so low, now felt unutterable
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  Speaker 1: buoyancy and strength to bear them upward through the trackless
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  Speaker 1: fields of undefined existence, far and free. Then first within
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  Speaker 1: the south, methought I saw a wilderness of spires, a
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  Speaker 1: crystal pile of rampart upon rampart, dome on dome, illimitable
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  Speaker 1: range of battlement on battlement, and the imperial height of
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  Speaker 1: canopy or canopied behind in diamond light, unsprung, the dazzling
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  Speaker 1: cones of pyramids as far as surpassing Earth's as heaven
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  Speaker 1: than Earth is fairer. Each aloft upon his renowned imminence,
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  Speaker 1: bore globes of wheeling suns or stars, or semblances of either,
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  Speaker 1: showing circular abyss of radiance, but the glory of the
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  Speaker 1: place stood out. A pillar'd front of burnished gold, interminably
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  Speaker 1: high if gold it were, or metal more ethereal, and
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  Speaker 1: beneath two doors of blinding brilliance, where no gaze might
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  Speaker 1: rest stood open, and the eye could scan through length
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  Speaker 1: of porch and lake, and boundless hall, part of a throne,
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  Speaker 1: a fiery flame, wherefrom the snowy skirting of garment hung
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  Speaker 1: and glimpse of multitudes of multitudes that ministered round it.
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  Speaker 1: If I saw the these things distinctly, for my human
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  Speaker 1: brain staggered beneath the vision, and thick night came down
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  Speaker 1: upon my eyelids, and I fell With ministering hands. He
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  Speaker 1: raised me up then with a mournful and ineffable smile,
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  Speaker 1: which but to look on for a moment, filled my
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  Speaker 1: eyes with irresistible sweet tears, in accents of majestic melody,
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  Speaker 1: like a swollen river's gushing in still night, mingled with
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  Speaker 1: floating music. Thus he spake, there is no mightier spirit
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  Speaker 1: than I to sway the heart of man and teach
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  Speaker 1: him to attain by shadowing forth the unattainable, and step
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  Speaker 1: by step to scale the mighty star, whose landing place
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  Speaker 1: is wrapped about with clouds of glory of heaven, with
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  Speaker 1: earliest light of spring, and in the glow of sallows summertide,
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  Speaker 1: and in red autumn, with the winds are wild with gambols,
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  Speaker 1: and when full voiced, winter roofs the headland with inviolent
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  Speaker 1: white snow. I play about his heart in a thousand ways,
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  Speaker 1: this his eyes with visions, and his ears with harmonies
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  Speaker 1: of wind, wave and wood of wind, which tail of
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  Speaker 1: waters and of waters, betraying the close kisses of the wind,
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  Speaker 1: and win him unto me. And few there be so
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  Speaker 1: gross a heart who have not felt and known a
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  Speaker 1: higher than they see. They with dim eyes behold me,
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  Speaker 1: darkling lo. I have given thee to understand my presence
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  Speaker 1: and to feel my fullness. I have filled thy lips
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  Speaker 1: with power. I have raised thee higher to the spheres
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  Speaker 1: of heaven, man's first last home. And thou, with ravish
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  Speaker 1: sense listenest the lordly music flowing from the illimitable years.
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  Speaker 1: I am the spirit, the permeating life, which courseth through
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  Speaker 1: all the intricate and labyrinthine veins of the great vine
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  Speaker 1: of Fable, which outspread with growth of shadowing leaf and
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  Speaker 1: clusters rare reacheth to every corner under heaven, deep rooted
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  Speaker 1: in the living soil of truth, so that men's hopes
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  Speaker 1: and fears take refuge in the fragrance of its complicated
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  Speaker 1: glooms and cool impeated twilights. Child of man seest thou
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  Speaker 1: Yon River, whose translucent way, forth issuing from darkness, windeth
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  Speaker 1: through the argent streets of the city, imagining the soft
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  Speaker 1: inversion of her tremulous domes, her gardens frequent with the
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  Speaker 1: stately palm, her pagodes hung with music of sweet bells.
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  Speaker 1: Her obelis of ranged chrysolite minarets and towers. Lo how
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  Speaker 1: he passeth by, engulfs himself in sands, as not enduring
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  Speaker 1: to carry through the worlds those waves which bore the
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  Speaker 1: reflex of my city and their depths. O City, O
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  Speaker 1: latest throne, where I was raised to be a mystery
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  Speaker 1: of loveliness unto all eyes. The time is well nigh
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  Speaker 1: come when I must render up this glorious home to
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  Speaker 1: keen discovery. Soon, Yon brilliant towers shall darken with the
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  Speaker 1: waving of her wand darken and shrink and shiver into
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  Speaker 1: Hut's black specks amid a waste of dury, sad, low built,
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  Speaker 1: mud walled barbarian settlement. How changed from this fair city
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  Speaker 1: thus far. The spirit then parted heavenward on the wing,
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  Speaker 1: and I was left alone, uncut, and the moon had
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  Speaker 1: fallen from the night, and all was dark. The following
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  Speaker 1: review of Timbuctoo was published in the Athenaeum of twenty
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  Speaker 1: second July eighteen twenty nine. We have accustomed ourselves to think,
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  Speaker 1: perhaps without any very good reason, that poetry was likely
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  Speaker 1: to perish among us for a considerable period after the
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  Speaker 1: great generation of poets, which is now passing away. The
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  Speaker 1: age seems determined to contradict us, and that in the
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  Speaker 1: most decided manner, for it has put forth poetry by
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  Speaker 1: young man, and that where we should least expect it,
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  Speaker 1: namely in a prize poem. These productions have often been
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  Speaker 1: ingenious and elegant, but we have never before seen one
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  Speaker 1: of them which indicated really first rate poetical genius, and
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  Speaker 1: which would have done honor to any men that ever
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  Speaker 1: wrote such. We do not hesitate to affirm is the
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  Speaker 1: little work before us, and the examiner seemed to have
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  Speaker 1: felt it like ourselves, for they have assigned the prize
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  Speaker 1: to the author, though the measure in which he writes
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  Speaker 1: was never before We believe thus selected for honor. We
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  Speaker 1: extract a few lines to justify our admiration fifty lines
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  Speaker 1: sixty two to one twelve quoted, how many men have
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  Speaker 1: lived for a century who could equal this? At the
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  Speaker 1: time when this highly eulogistic notice of the youthful unknown
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  Speaker 1: poet appeared, The Athenium was edited by John Sterling and
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  Speaker 1: Frederic Dinison Maurice, its then proprietors in the poem. This
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  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain. The How and the
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  Speaker 1: Why by Alfred Lord Tennyson read for Lebrovox dot Org
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  Speaker 1: by Larry Wilson, Poems chiefly lyrical. The poems numbered one
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  Speaker 1: through twenty four, which follow were published in eighteen thirty
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  Speaker 1: in the volume Poems Chiefly Lyrical, London, Effingham Wilson, Royal Exchange,
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  Speaker 1: eighteen thirty. They were never republished by Tennyson. One The
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  Speaker 1: How and the Why. I am any man's suitor, if
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  Speaker 1: any will be my tutor. Some say that life is pleasant,
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  Speaker 1: some think it speedeth fast in time. There is no
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  Speaker 1: present in eternity, no future in eternity, no past. We laugh,
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  Speaker 1: we cry, we are born, we die. Who will riddle
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  Speaker 1: me the How and the why? The bull rush nods
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  Speaker 1: unto his brother. The wheat ears whispered to each other.
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  Speaker 1: What is it? They say? What do they there? Why
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  Speaker 1: two and two makes four? Why round is not square?
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  Speaker 1: Why the rock stand still and the light clouds fly?
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  Speaker 1: Why the heavy oak groans and the white willows sigh?
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  Speaker 1: Why deep is not high and high is not deep?
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  Speaker 1: Whether we wake or whether we sleep, whether we sleep
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  Speaker 1: or whether we die? How you are you? Why I
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  Speaker 1: am I? Who will riddle me the how and the why?
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  Speaker 1: The world is somewhat? It goes on somehow? But what
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  Speaker 1: is the meaning of then? And now? I feel there
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  Speaker 1: is something? But how and what? I know there is somewhat,
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  Speaker 1: But what and why? I cannot tell? If that somewhat
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  Speaker 1: be I? The little bird pipeth? Why? Why in the
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  Speaker 1: summer woods, when the sun falls low, and the great
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  Speaker 1: bird sits on the opposite bough and stares in his
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  Speaker 1: face and shouts how How? And the black owl scuds
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  Speaker 1: down the mellow twilight and chid? How? How the whole
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  Speaker 1: of the night? Why the life goes when the blood
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  Speaker 1: is spilt? What the life is? Where the soul may lie?
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  Speaker 1: Why a church is with a steeple built, and a
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  Speaker 1: house with a chimney pot? Who will riddle me the
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  Speaker 1: how and the what? Who will riddle me the what
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  Speaker 1: and the why in the poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain. The Burial of Love by Alfred Lord
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  Speaker 1: Tennyson read for LibriVox dot Org by Larry Wilson. His
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  Speaker 1: eyes in eclipse, pale, cold, his lips, the light of
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  Speaker 1: his hopes unfed, mute, his tongue, his bow unstrung with
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  Speaker 1: the tears he hath shed, backward, drooping his graceful head.
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  Speaker 1: Love is dead, his last arrow sped. He hath not
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  Speaker 1: another dark go carry him to his dark death bed,
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  Speaker 1: bury him in the cold cold heart. Love is dead.
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  Speaker 1: Artuest Love. Art thou forlorn and unreveng'd thy pleasant whiles forgotten,
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  Speaker 1: and thine innocent joy shall hollow hearted apathy, the coolest
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  Speaker 1: form of perfect scorn, with languor of most hateful smiles,
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  Speaker 1: forever right in the weather'd light of the tearless eye.
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  Speaker 1: An epithaph that all may spy no sooner she herself
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  Speaker 1: shall die for her. The showers shall not fall, nor
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  Speaker 1: the round sun that shineth to all her light shall
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  Speaker 1: into darkness change for her. The green grass shall not spring,
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  Speaker 1: nor the river's flow, nor the sweet birds sing till
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  Speaker 1: love hath his full revenge. End a poem. This recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: To by Alfred Lord Tennyson read for Liberfox dot Org
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  Speaker 2: by phone, saying to Juliet, dearest name, if to love
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  Speaker 2: be life alone, divinest Juliet, I love thee and live,
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  Speaker 2: and yet love unreturned is like the fragrant flame folding
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  Speaker 2: the slaughter of the sacrifice offered to gods upon an
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  Speaker 2: altar throne. My heart is lighted at thine eyes, changed
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  Speaker 2: into fire, and blown about with sighs. End of poem.
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  Speaker 2: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Is The Glooming Light by Alfred Lord Tennyson read for
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  Speaker 3: Librivax dot Org by Sterling Bronwin.
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  Speaker 4: One.
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  Speaker 3: The glooming light of middle night, so cold and white,
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  Speaker 3: worn sorrow sits by the moaning wave. Beside her are
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  Speaker 3: laid her mattic in spade, for she hath half delved
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  Speaker 3: her own deep grave alone. She is there. The white
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  Speaker 3: clouds drizzle, her hair falls loose, her shoulders are bare,
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  Speaker 3: her tears are mixed with the bearded dews. Two death
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  Speaker 3: standeth by. She will not die with glazed eye. She
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  Speaker 3: looks at her grave. She cannot sleep ever alone. She
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  Speaker 3: maketh her moan. She cannot speak, She can only weep,
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  Speaker 3: for she will not hope. The thick snow falls on her,
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  Speaker 3: flake by flake, the dull wave mourns down the slope.
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  Speaker 3: The world will not change, and her heart will not break.
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  Speaker 3: End of poem. This recording is in the Public.
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  Speaker 5: Song by Alfred Lord Tennyson Readflibrivox dot Org by Michel
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  Speaker 5: Frye Matonrouge, Louisiana in September twenty eighteen. One. Every day
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  Speaker 5: hath its night. Every night it's morn through dark and
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  Speaker 5: bright winged hours are born, ah well Away, season's flower
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  Speaker 5: and fade, golden calm and storm mingle day by day
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  Speaker 5: there is no bright form. Doth not cast a shade,
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  Speaker 5: ah well Away. Two. When we laugh and our mirth
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  Speaker 5: apes the happy vein. We're so kin to earth, pleasure,
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  Speaker 5: its father's pain, Ah well Away, Madness laugheth aloud, laughter
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  Speaker 5: bringeth tears, eyes are worn away till the end of
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  Speaker 5: fears cometh in a shroud, Ah well Away. Three. All
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  Speaker 5: is change, woe or weal. Joy is sorrow's brother. Grief
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  Speaker 5: and sadness steel symbols of each other, Ah well Away,
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  Speaker 5: Lark's in heaven's cope. Sing the culvers mourn all the
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  Speaker 5: livelong day be not all forlorn. Let us weep in hope,
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  Speaker 5: Ah well away. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 5: the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: He wrote to Leander by Alfred Lord Tennyson read for
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  Speaker 1: Librovox dot Org by Laurie Wilson. Oh go not yet,
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  Speaker 1: my love. The night is dark and fast, the white
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  Speaker 1: moon is hid in her heaven above, and the waves
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  Speaker 1: climb high and fast. Oh kiss me, Kiss me again,
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  Speaker 1: lest thy kiss should be the last. O kiss me,
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  Speaker 1: ere we part, grow closer to my heart. My heart
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  Speaker 1: is warmer surely than the bosom of the main. O
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  Speaker 1: joy O bliss of blisses, my heart of hearts. Art
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  Speaker 1: thou come bathe me with thy kisses, my eyelids and
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  Speaker 1: my brow hark how the wild rain hisses, and the
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  Speaker 1: loud sea roars below. Thy heart beats through thy rosy limbs.
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  Speaker 1: So gladly doth it stir thine eyes in drops of
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  Speaker 1: gladness swims. I have bade thee with the pleasant birr
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  Speaker 1: thy locks are dripping balm. Thou shalt not wander hence
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  Speaker 1: to night. I'll stay thee with my kisses to night,
• 23:44
  Speaker 1: the roaring brine will rend thy golden tresses. The ocean,
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  Speaker 1: with the morrow light will be both blue and calm,
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  Speaker 1: and the billow will embrace thee with a kiss as
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  Speaker 1: soft as mine. No western odors wander on the black
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  Speaker 1: and moaning sea. And when thou art dead, Leander, my
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  Speaker 1: soul shall follow thee. Oh go not yet, my love.
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  Speaker 1: Thy voice is wheat and loath. The deep salt wave
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  Speaker 1: breaks in above those marble steps. Below the turret stairs
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  Speaker 1: are wet that lead into the sea. Leander, go not yet.
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  Speaker 1: The pleasant stars have said, oh go not, go not yet,
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  Speaker 1: or I will follow thee in a poem. This recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: The Mystic by Alfred Lord Tennyson read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 6: org thy Niema. Angels have talked with him and showed
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  Speaker 6: him thrones. Ye knew him, not he was not one
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  Speaker 6: of ye. He scorned him with an undiscerning scorn. He
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  Speaker 6: could not read the marvel in his eyes, the still
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  Speaker 6: serene abstraction. He hath felt the vanities of after and before,
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  Speaker 6: albeit his spirit and his secret heart, the stern experiences
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  Speaker 6: of converse lives, the linkid woes of many, a fiery
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  Speaker 6: change had purified and chastened and made free. Always there
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  Speaker 6: stood before him night and day of wayward, very colored circumstance,
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  Speaker 6: the imperishable presences, serene, colossal, without form or sense or sound,
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  Speaker 6: dim shadows but unwaning presences, four faced to four corners
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  Speaker 6: of the sky, and yet again three shadows fronting, one
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  Speaker 6: one forward, one respectant, three but one, and yet again again,
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  Speaker 6: and evermore, for the two first were not, but only
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  Speaker 6: seemed one shadow in the midst of a great light
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  Speaker 6: one reflects from eternity on time, one mighty countenance of
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  Speaker 6: perfect calm, awful, with most invariable eyes for him, the silent,
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  Speaker 6: congregated hours, daughters of time, divinely tall, beneath severe and
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  Speaker 6: youthful brows, the shining eyes smiling a godlike smile, the
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  Speaker 6: innocent light of earliest youth, pierced through and through with
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  Speaker 6: all keen knowledges of Low and boedelld upheld and ever
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  Speaker 6: hold aloft. The cloud which droops low, hung on either
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  Speaker 6: gate of life, both birth and death. He in the center,
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  Speaker 6: fixed saw far on each side, through the grated gates,
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  Speaker 6: most paling, clear and lovely dis stences. He often lying
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  Speaker 6: broad awake, and yet remaining from the body, and apart
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  Speaker 6: in intellect and power, and will hath heard time flowing
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  Speaker 6: in the middle of the night, and all things creeping
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  Speaker 6: to a day of doom. How could ye know him?
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  Speaker 6: Ye were yet within the narrower circle he had well
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  Speaker 6: nigh reached the last, with which a region of white flame,
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  Speaker 6: pure without heat, into a larger air, upburning, and an
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  Speaker 6: ether of black hue investeth and in girds, all other
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  Speaker 6: lives and a poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: The Grasshopper by Alfred Lord Tennyson read for librivoxed eye,
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  Speaker 6: thy niema, voice of the summer wind, joy of the
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  Speaker 6: summer plain, life of the summer hours. Carol clearly bound alone,
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  Speaker 6: No tith on thou is poet's fain shamefalm. They're deaf
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  Speaker 6: and blind, but an insect lithe and strong, bowing the
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  Speaker 6: seeded summer flowers prove their falsehood, and thy quarrel vaulting
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  Speaker 6: on thine airy feet clap thy shielded sides in Carol,
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  Speaker 6: Carol clearly chirrup, sweet thou art a mailed warrior in
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  Speaker 6: youth and strength, complete armed capepee full fair to see
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  Speaker 6: a knowing fear and dreading loss. A gallant cavalier sompere
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  Speaker 6: san reproche, in sunlight and in shadow the bayard of
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  Speaker 6: the meadow, I would dwell with thee merry grasshopper. Thou
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  Speaker 6: art so glad and free and as light as air.
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  Speaker 6: Thou hast no sorrow or tears. Thou hast no compt
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  Speaker 6: of years, no withered immortality, but a short youth, sunny
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  Speaker 6: and free carol clearly bound along Soon thy joy is
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  Speaker 6: over a summer of loud song and slumbers in the clover.
• 29:30
  Speaker 6: What hast thou to do with evil? In thine hour
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  Speaker 6: of love and rebel? In thy heat of summer pride,
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  Speaker 6: pushing the thick roots aside of the singing flower and
• 29:42
  Speaker 6: grasses that brush thee with their silken tresses. What hast
• 29:47
  Speaker 6: thou to do with evil? Shooting, singing ever, springing in
• 29:52
  Speaker 6: and out the emerald glooms, ever, leaping ever, singing, lighting
• 29:58
  Speaker 6: on the golden blooms end a poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 6: in the public domain. Love, Pride and Forgetfulness by Alfred
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  Speaker 6: Lord Tennyson, read for LibriVox dot Org by NeiMa Ere.
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  Speaker 6: Yet my heart was sweet Love's tomb. Love labored honey busily.
• 30:28
  Speaker 6: I was the hive, and Love the bee my heart,
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  Speaker 6: the honeycomb. One very dark and chilly night. Pride came
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  Speaker 6: beneath and held a light. The cruel vapors went through all.
• 30:42
  Speaker 6: Sweet Love was withered in his cell. Pride took Love's
• 30:46
  Speaker 6: sweets and by a spell to change them into gall
• 30:52
  Speaker 6: and memory. Though fed by pride, did wax so thin
• 30:55
  Speaker 6: on gall awhile she scarcely lived at all? What marvel
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  Speaker 6: that she died? And a poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 6: the public domain. Chorus The Varied Earth, the Moving Heaven
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  Speaker 6: by Alfred Lord Tennyson read for LibriVox dot org buy
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  Speaker 6: Nema in an unpublished drama written very early The Varied Earth,
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  Speaker 6: the Moving Heaven, The rapid waste of roving sea, the
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  Speaker 6: fountain pregnant mountains, riven to shapes of wildest anarchy by
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  Speaker 6: secret fire in midnight storms that wander round their windy cones,
• 31:47
  Speaker 6: The subtle life, the countless forms of living things, The
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  Speaker 6: wondrous tones of man and beast are full of strange
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  Speaker 6: astonishment and boundless change. The day, the diamondid light, the
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  Speaker 6: echo feeble child of sound, the heavy thunder's girding might,
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  Speaker 6: the herald lightning, starry bound, the vocal spring of bursting bloom,
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  Speaker 6: the naked summer's glowing birth, the troublous autumn's sallow gloom,
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  Speaker 6: the hoarhead winter paving earth with sheeny white, are full
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  Speaker 6: of strange astonishment and boundless change. Each sun, which from
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  Speaker 6: the center flings grand music and redundant fire. The burning belts,
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  Speaker 6: the mighty rings, the murmurous planets, rolling choir, the globe
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  Speaker 6: filled arch, that cleaving air lost in its ilfulgent sleeps.
• 32:46
  Speaker 6: The lawless comets as they glare and thunder through the
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  Speaker 6: sapphire deeps and wayward strength, are full of strange astonishment
• 32:57
  Speaker 6: and boundless change. And the poem this recording is in
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  Speaker 6: the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Lost Hope by Alfred Lord Tennyson read for Liberfolds dot
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  Speaker 7: Org by Tina. You cast to grant the hope which
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  Speaker 7: was one's mind, but did the while your harsh decree
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  Speaker 7: deplore embalming with sweet tears the vacant shrine my heart,
• 33:32
  Speaker 7: where hope had been and was no more so. On
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  Speaker 7: an oaken sprout, a goodly acorn grew, but winds from
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  Speaker 7: heaven shook the acorn out and filled the cup with
• 33:46
  Speaker 7: dew and of palem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: The Tears of Heaven by Alfred lord to Read for
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot org by Larry Wilson. Heaven weeps above the
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  Speaker 1: earth all night till morn, and darkness weeps as all
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  Speaker 1: ashamed to weep, because the Earth hath made her state forlorn,
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  Speaker 1: with self wrought evils of unnumbered years, and doth the
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  Speaker 1: fruit of her dishonor reap. And all the day Heaven
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  Speaker 1: gathers back her tears into her own blue eyes, so
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  Speaker 1: clear and deep, and showering down the glory of lightsome
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  Speaker 1: day smiles on the Earth's worn brow to win her
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  Speaker 1: if she may. In the poem this recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Love and Sorrow by Alfred Lord Tennyson read for Librivoxodorg
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  Speaker 2: by Phone Oh Maiden freshered in the first green leaf
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  Speaker 2: with which the fearful spring to night flex the lea weep.
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  Speaker 2: Not Almeida that I said to thee that thou hast
• 35:06
  Speaker 2: half my heart for bitter grief, doth thou hold the
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  Speaker 2: other half in sovereignty? Thou art my heart's sun in
• 35:14
  Speaker 2: love's cryst the line. Yet on both sides at once,
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  Speaker 2: thou canst not shine. Thine is the bright side of
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  Speaker 2: my heart, and thine my heart's day. But the shadow
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  Speaker 2: of my heart issue of its own substance, my heart's night,
• 35:31
  Speaker 2: Thou canst not lighten even with thy light, all powerful
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  Speaker 2: in beauty, as thou art a maida. If my heart
• 35:39
  Speaker 2: were substanceless, then might thy rays pass throw to the
• 35:44
  Speaker 2: other side so swiftly that they nowhere would abide but
• 35:48
  Speaker 2: lose themselves in utter emptiness, half light, half shadow. Let
• 35:54
  Speaker 2: my spirits sleep they never learned to love, who never
• 35:58
  Speaker 2: knew to weep? And of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 2: the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: To Our Lady Sleeping by Alfred Lord Tennyson read for
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  Speaker 7: Libfords dot Org by tina.
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  Speaker 4: O.
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  Speaker 7: Thou whose fringed lids I gaze upon, through whose dim
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  Speaker 7: brain the winged dreams are born, unrufed the shrines of
• 36:29
  Speaker 7: clearest vision, in honor of the silver flat morn long
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  Speaker 7: hath the wide waves of the virgin light driven back
• 36:40
  Speaker 7: the billow of the dreamful duck. Thou all unwittingly prolongest night,
• 36:47
  Speaker 7: though long ago listening to the poised lark with eyes
• 36:52
  Speaker 7: dropped downward through the blue syreen over Heaven's parapets, the
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  Speaker 7: angels lean and of Poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 7: public domain. Sonnet. Could I outwear my present state of woe?
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  Speaker 7: By Alfred Lord Tennyson read for the Befords dot Org
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  Speaker 7: by Tina. Could I outwear my present state of woe
• 37:24
  Speaker 7: with one brief winter and enduing the spring hows of
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  Speaker 7: fresh youth, and mightily outgrow the one dark coil of
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  Speaker 7: faded suffering? Forth in the pride of beauty, issuing a
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  Speaker 7: sheeny snake the light of fernal bowers, moving his crest
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  Speaker 7: to all sweet plots of flowers and watered valleys where
• 37:53
  Speaker 7: the yng birds sing. Could I thus hope my last
• 37:58
  Speaker 7: delights renewing I straitly would command the tears to creep
• 38:04
  Speaker 7: from my charged lids, But inwardly I weep some vital heat.
• 38:10
  Speaker 7: As yet my heart is wooing this to itself. Hath
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  Speaker 7: drawn the frozen rain from my cold eyes and melted
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  Speaker 7: it again and of Poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 7: public domain. Sonnet, Though night hath climbed by Alfred Lord Tennyson,
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  Speaker 7: read for Thebrifords dot Org by Tina Though night hath
• 38:40
  Speaker 7: climbed her peak of highest noon and bitter blasts the
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  Speaker 7: screaming autumn, well all night through ashways of the bridged
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  Speaker 7: pearl and portals of pure ZILVERA wats the moon, Wake
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  Speaker 7: all my soul, Nor crouch to agony, turn cloud to light,
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  Speaker 7: and bitterness to joy, and drafts to God. With glorious alchemy,
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  Speaker 7: basing thy throne above the world's annoy rain, Thou above
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  Speaker 7: the storms of sorrow and ruth that roar beneath unshaken
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  Speaker 7: peace hath won thee. So shalt thou pierce the woven
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  Speaker 7: glooms of truth. So shall the blessing of the meek
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  Speaker 7: beyond thee. So in thine hour of dawn, the body's
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  Speaker 7: youth and honorable eld shall come upon thee. End of poem.
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  Speaker 7: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Silent Shall the Evil Hag Die? By Alfred Lord Tennyson
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  Speaker 1: read for Librovox dot Org by Larry Wilson. Shall the
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  Speaker 1: evil hag evil die with a child of good? Or
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  Speaker 1: propagate again her loathed kind thronging the cells of the
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  Speaker 1: diseased mind, hateful with hanging cheeks, a withered brood, though
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  Speaker 1: hourly pastured on the salient blood. Oh that the wind
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  Speaker 1: which bloweth cold or heat, would shatter and o'erbear the
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  Speaker 1: brazen beat of their broad vans, and in the solitude
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  Speaker 1: of middle space confound them and blow back their wild
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  Speaker 1: cries down their cavern throats, and sleek with points of
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  Speaker 1: blast born hail their heated eyron, so their wan limbs.
• 40:34
  Speaker 1: No more might come between the moon and the moon's
• 40:37
  Speaker 1: reflex in the night, nor blot with floating shades the
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  Speaker 1: solar light in the poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Sonnet The Pallid thunders Stricken Sigh the Game by Alfred
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  Speaker 4: Lord Tennyson, Red Felibrivols dot Org by Elaine Conway, England.
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  Speaker 4: The pallid thunder stricken sigh for gain Down an ideal stream,
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  Speaker 4: they ever float and sailing on Patulus in a boat,
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  Speaker 4: drowned soul and sense, while wistfully they strain weak eyes
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  Speaker 4: upon the glistering sands that rode the under stream. The
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  Speaker 4: wise could we behold cathedraled caverns of thick ribbed gold
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  Speaker 4: and branching silvers of the central globe, would marvel from
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  Speaker 4: so beautiful a sight has scorn and ruin, pain and
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  Speaker 4: hate could flow, but hatred in a gold cave sits below,
• 41:46
  Speaker 4: pleached with her hair in mail of argent, light shot
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  Speaker 4: into gold, a snake of forehead, clips and skins, the
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  Speaker 4: color from her trembling lips and of the poem. This
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  Speaker 4: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 8: Love by Alfred Lord Tennyson. This is a LibriVox recording.
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  Speaker 8: All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more
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  Speaker 8: information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox dot org. Thou
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  Speaker 8: from the first unborn, undying love. Albeit we gaze not
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  Speaker 8: on thy glories. Near before the face of God did
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  Speaker 8: its breath and move though night and pain and ruin
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  Speaker 8: and death reign. Here Thou foldest like a golden atmosphere,
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  Speaker 8: the very throne of the eternal God. Passing through thee
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  Speaker 8: The edicts of his spear are mellowed into music born
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  Speaker 8: abroad by the loud winds, though they uprund the sea
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  Speaker 8: even from his central deeps. Thine empery is overall. Thou
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  Speaker 8: wilt not brook eclipse. Thou goest and returnest to his
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  Speaker 8: lips like lightning. Thou dost ever brood above the silence
• 43:04
  Speaker 8: of all hearts, unhonorable love. To know THEE is all
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  Speaker 8: wisdom and old age is. But to know THEE. Dimly
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  Speaker 8: we behold THEE athwart the veils of evil which enfold THEE.
• 43:17
  Speaker 8: We beat upon our aching hearts with rage. We cry
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  Speaker 8: for THEE. We deem the world thy tomb. As dwellers
• 43:25
  Speaker 8: in lone planets look upon the mighty disk of their
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  Speaker 8: majestic sun, hallowed in awful chasms of wheel and gloom,
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  Speaker 8: making their day dim. So we gaze on THEE. Come
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  Speaker 8: Thou of many crowns, white robed love, Oh rend the veil,
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  Speaker 8: and twain all men adore THEE. Heaven crieth after THEE. Earth,
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  Speaker 8: waileth poor THEE breathe on thy winged throne, and it
• 43:51
  Speaker 8: shall move in music and in light o'er land and sea.
• 43:55
  Speaker 8: And now methinks I gaze upon THEE. Now on a
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  Speaker 8: serpent in his agonies, awe stricken Indians, what time laid
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  Speaker 8: low and crushing the thick fragrant reeds. He lies when
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  Speaker 8: the new year warm breathed on the earth, waiting to
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  Speaker 8: light him with his purple skies, calls to him by
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  Speaker 8: the fountain to uprise already with the pangs of a
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  Speaker 8: new birth, strain the hot spheres of his convulsed eyes,
• 44:25
  Speaker 8: and in his writhings, awful hues begin to wander down.
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  Speaker 8: His sable sheeny sides like light on troubled waters. From
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  Speaker 8: within Anon he rusheth forth with merry din and in
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  Speaker 8: him light and joy and strength abides. And from his
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  Speaker 8: brows a crown of living light looks through the thick
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  Speaker 8: stemmed woods by day and night. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 8: recording is in the public domain. Read by Renee new Cross, and.
• 44:59
  Speaker 4: Which Wolves Song by Alfred Lord Tennyson read for Libovox
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  Speaker 4: dot or by Elaine Conway, England. Who fears to die?
• 45:12
  Speaker 4: Who fears to die? Is there any here who fears
• 45:17
  Speaker 4: to die? He shall find what he fears, And none
• 45:21
  Speaker 4: shall grieve for the man who fears to die. But
• 45:25
  Speaker 4: the withering scorn of the many shall cleave to the
• 45:30
  Speaker 4: man who fears to die. Shout for England, Hove for England, George,
• 45:36
  Speaker 4: for England, Merry England, England, for Aye. The hollow at
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  Speaker 4: heart shall crouch forlorn. He shall eat the bread of
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  Speaker 4: common scorn. It shall be steeped in the salt. Salt
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  Speaker 4: tear shall be steeped in his own salt tear. Far better,
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  Speaker 4: Far better, he never will than to shame. Merry England.
• 46:02
  Speaker 4: Here shout for England. Hoe for England, George, for England,
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  Speaker 4: Merry England, England. For iye there standeth our ancient enemy.
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  Speaker 4: Hark he shattereth the ancient enemy on the ridge of
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  Speaker 4: the hill. His banners rise, They stream like fire in
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  Speaker 4: the skies, hold up the line of England on high,
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  Speaker 4: till it dazzle and blind his eyes. Shout for England, Hove,
• 46:33
  Speaker 4: for England, George, for England, Merry England, England. For iye,
• 46:40
  Speaker 4: come along, we alone of the earth are free. The
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  Speaker 4: child in our cradles is bolder than he. For where
• 46:48
  Speaker 4: is the heart and strength of slaves? Oh, where is
• 46:52
  Speaker 4: the strength of slaves? He is weak, We are strong,
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  Speaker 4: he is slave. We are free. Come along, we will
• 47:03
  Speaker 4: dig their graves. Shout for England, Hoe for England, George,
• 47:09
  Speaker 4: for England, Merry England, England. For iye there standeth our
• 47:16
  Speaker 4: ancient enemy. Will he dare to battle with a free
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  Speaker 4: spur along, spur remain Charge to the fight, charge charge
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  Speaker 4: to the fight, hold up the line of England on high.
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  Speaker 4: Shout for God and our right, Shout for England. Hoe
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  Speaker 4: for England, George for England, Merry England, England for Iye.
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  Speaker 4: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: National Song by Alfred Lord Tennyson, read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 3: Org by Sterling Broadway. National Song. There is no land
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  Speaker 3: like England where e'er the light of day be. There
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  Speaker 3: are no hearts like English hearts, such hearts of oak
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  Speaker 3: as they be. There is no land like England where
• 48:17
  Speaker 3: e'er the light of day be. There are no men
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  Speaker 3: like Englishmen, so tall and bold as they be. For
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  Speaker 3: the French, the Pope may shrive em. For the devil
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  Speaker 3: a wit we heed em. As for the French, God's
• 48:29
  Speaker 3: beat em unto their heart's desire, and the merry devil
• 48:33
  Speaker 3: drive em through the water and the fire. Our glory
• 48:37
  Speaker 3: is our freedom. We lord it o'er the sea. We
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  Speaker 3: are the sons of freedom. We are free. There is
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  Speaker 3: no land like England where'er the light of day be.
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  Speaker 3: There are no wives like English wives, so fair and
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  Speaker 3: chaste as they be. There is no land like England
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  Speaker 3: where'er the light of day be. There are no maids
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  Speaker 3: like English maids, so beautiful as they be. For the French,
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  Speaker 3: the Pope may shrive em. For the devil a wit
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  Speaker 3: we heed em. As for the French, godspeed them unto
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  Speaker 3: their heart's desire, and the merry devil drive em through
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  Speaker 3: the water and the fire. Our glory is our freedom.
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  Speaker 3: We lord it o'er the sea. We are the sons
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  Speaker 3: of freedom. We are free. End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 3: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Dualisms by Alfred Lord Tennyson read for Libervox dot org
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  Speaker 5: by Michel Frye Andenridge, Louisiana in September twenty eighteen. Dualisms.
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  Speaker 5: Do bees within a crystal flower, bell rocked hum a
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  Speaker 5: love lay to the west wind at noontide? Both alike.
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  Speaker 5: They buzz together, both alike. They hum together through and
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  Speaker 5: through the flowered heather, where in a creeping cove, the wave, unshocked,
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  Speaker 5: lays itself calm and wide over a stream. Two birds
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  Speaker 5: of glancing feather do woo each other, caroling together, both alike.
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  Speaker 5: They glide together, side by side, both alike. They sing together,
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  Speaker 5: arching blue glossed necks beneath the purple weather. Two children
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  Speaker 5: lovelier than love adown the lee are singing as they
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  Speaker 5: gambole lily garlands ever stringing, Both in blossomed white silk,
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  Speaker 5: are frocked like unlike, they roam together under a summer
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  Speaker 5: vault of golden weather, Like unlike, they sing together side
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  Speaker 5: by side mid May's darling golden locket, Summer's tanteling, diamond eyed,
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  Speaker 5: and of porn. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Pirayantes by Alfred Lord Tennyson read for Lebrevox dot Org
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  Speaker 1: by Larry Wilson. All thoughts, all creeds, all dreams are true,
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  Speaker 1: all visions wild and strange. Man is the measure of
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  Speaker 1: all truth. Unto himself, all truth is changed. All men
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  Speaker 1: do walk and sleep, and all have faith in that
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  Speaker 1: they dream, For all things are as they seem to all,
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  Speaker 1: and all things flow like a stream. There is no rest,
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  Speaker 1: no calm, no pause, nor good nor ill, nor light,
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  Speaker 1: nor shade, nor essence, nor eternal laws. For nothing is
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  Speaker 1: but all is made. But if I dream that all
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  Speaker 1: these are, they are to me. For that I dream,
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  Speaker 1: for all things are as they seem to all, and
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  Speaker 1: all things flow like a stream. Argall this very opinion
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  Speaker 1: is only true relative to the flowing Philosopher's Tennyson's note
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  Speaker 1: in the poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Song The lint White and the Throsselkok by Alfred Lord
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  Speaker 2: Tennyson read for librivoxot Org by phone. The Lintwhite and
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  Speaker 2: the Throsselcock have voices sweet and clear, all in the
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  Speaker 2: bloom at May day from the blossomy breer call to
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  Speaker 2: the fleeting year, if that he would them hear, and
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  Speaker 2: stay alas that one so beautiful should have so dull
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  Speaker 2: an ear, fair year, fair year, Thy children call, But
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  Speaker 2: thou art deaf as death, all in the bloom at
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  Speaker 2: May when thy light perisheth that from thee issueth our life. Evanisheth? Oh,
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  Speaker 2: stay alas that lips so cruel dune should have so
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  Speaker 2: sweet a breath, fair year, with brows of royal love.
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  Speaker 2: Thou comest as a king all in the bloom. It
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  Speaker 2: may thy golden largess fling and longer hear us sing,
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  Speaker 2: though thou art fleet of wing. Yet stay alas that I,
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  Speaker 2: so full of light, should be so wondering. Thy looks
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  Speaker 2: are full of sunny sheen in rings of gold iron
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  Speaker 2: all in the bloom. At may we prithee pass not on?
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  Speaker 2: If thou dost leave the sun. The light is with
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  Speaker 2: thee gone. Oh stay thou art the fairest of thy fears.
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  Speaker 2: We prithee pass not on. End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 2: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: A fragment by Alfred Lord Tennyson read Philibovox dot Org
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  Speaker 4: by Elaine Conway, England, published in The Gem, a Literary Annual, London, W. Marshall, Holbourne,
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  Speaker 4: Bars MDCCC xxx one one thousand, eight hundred and thirty one.
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  Speaker 4: Where is the giant of the Sun which stood in
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  Speaker 4: the mid noon the glory of old roads, a perfect
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  Speaker 4: idol with proforgent brows, far sheening down the purple Seas
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  Speaker 4: to those who sailed from miss reign underneath the star
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  Speaker 4: named of the Dragon, and between whose limbs of brassy vastness,
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  Speaker 4: broad blown algosis, drave into haven, yet endure unscathed of
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  Speaker 4: changeful cycles. The great pyramids broad based mid the fleeting sands,
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  Speaker 4: and sloped into the slumbrous summer noon. But where mysterious
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  Speaker 4: Egypt are thine obelisks graven with gorgeous emblence and discerned
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  Speaker 4: thy placid sphinxes brooding o'er the nile, thy shadowy idols
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  Speaker 4: in the solitudes, awful Memnonian countenances, calm looking athwart the
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  Speaker 4: burning flats far off, seen by the high necked gamel
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  Speaker 4: on the verge journeys earthward, where are thy monuments piled
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  Speaker 4: by the strong and sunborn anakim over their crowned brethren,
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  Speaker 4: on and ope thy memmon, when his peaceful lips are
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  Speaker 4: kissed with earliest rays that from his mother's eyes flow
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  Speaker 4: over the Arabian bay. No more breaths slow into the
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  Speaker 4: charmed ears of morn, clear, murdy, flattering the crisped nile
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  Speaker 4: by columned thebes old Memphis hath gone down, the pharaoh
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  Speaker 4: a mole Somewhere in death they sleep with staring eyes
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  Speaker 4: and gilded lips wrapped round the spiced cerements in old grots,
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  Speaker 4: rock hewn and sealed forever. End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 4: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Anacreontics by Alfred Lord Tennyson, read for Librifoxodorg by Phone,
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  Speaker 2: published in the gem a Literary Annual, London W. Marshall
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  Speaker 2: Holbn Borrs. Eighteen thirty one with roses, musky breathe and
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  Speaker 2: drooping daffodilly, and silver leaved lily and ivy darkly wreathed.
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  Speaker 2: I wove a crown before her for her. I love
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  Speaker 2: so dearly, a garland for Leonora with a silken cord.
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  Speaker 2: I bounded Leonora, laughing clearly, a light and thrilling laughter
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  Speaker 2: about her forehead, wounded and loved me ever after. End
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  Speaker 2: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 9: Sonnet O Sad No More, Oh Sweet No More? By
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  Speaker 9: Alfred Lord Tennyson, read for LibriVox dot Org by J. N. Fletcher,
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  Speaker 9: published in The gem, a Literary Annual, London, W. Marshall Holborn,
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  Speaker 9: Bars eighteen thirty one. Oh Sad No More, O Sweet
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  Speaker 9: no More, Oh strange no More? By a mossed brick
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  Speaker 9: bank on a stone, I smelt a wild wheat flower alone.
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  Speaker 9: There was a ringing in my ears, and both my
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  Speaker 9: eyes gushed out with tears. Surely all pleasant things had
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  Speaker 9: gone before low buried, fathomed deep beneath with THEE no more.
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  Speaker 9: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 9: Sonnet check every Outflash Every router Sally by Alfred Lord
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  Speaker 9: Tennyson read for LibriVox dot Org by J. N. Fletcher,
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  Speaker 9: Published in the Englishman's Magazine, August eighteen thirty one London,
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  Speaker 9: Edward Moxon sixty four New Bond Street. Reprinted in Friendship's Offering,
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  Speaker 9: a Literary Album for eighteen thirty three London, Smith and Elder.
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  Speaker 9: Check every outflash, every ruder, sally of thought and speech,
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  Speaker 9: Speak low, and give up holy thy spirit to mild
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  Speaker 9: minded melancholy. This is the place through yonder poplar Alley.
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  Speaker 9: Below the blue green river windeth slowly, But in the
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  Speaker 9: middle of the somber valley, the crisped waters whisper musically,
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  Speaker 9: and all the haunted place is dark and holy. The nightingale,
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  Speaker 9: with long and low preamble, warbled from yonder knoll of
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  Speaker 9: solemn larches, and in and out the woodbine's flowery arches.
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  Speaker 9: The summer midges wove their wanton gambol, and all the
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  Speaker 9: white stemmed pine woods slept above. When in this valley
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  Speaker 9: first I told my love end of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 9: is in the public domain. Sonnet Me to My Own
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  Speaker 9: Fate to Lasting Sorrow Doomuth by Alfred Lord Tennyson read
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  Speaker 9: for LibriVox dot Org by J. N. Fletcher, published in
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  Speaker 9: Friendship's Offering, a Literary Album for eighteen thirty two London
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  Speaker 9: Smith and Elder me my own fate to lasting sorrow,
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  Speaker 9: doomuth thy woes are birds of passage, transitory, thy spirit
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  Speaker 9: circled with a living glory in summer still a summer
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  Speaker 9: joy resumeth alone my hopeless melancholy gloometh like a lone
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  Speaker 9: cypress through the twilight. Hoary from an old garden where
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  Speaker 9: no flower bloometh one cypress on an inland promontory. But
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  Speaker 9: yet my lonely spirit follows thine as round the rolling earth.
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  Speaker 9: Night follows day. But yet thy lights on my horizon
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  Speaker 9: shide into my night. When thou art far away, I
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  Speaker 9: am so dark alas and thou so bright when we
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  Speaker 9: two meet. There is never perfect light. End of poem.
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  Speaker 9: This recording is in the public domain. Sonnet There are
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  Speaker 9: Three Things That Fill My Heart with Sighs by Alfred
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  Speaker 9: Lord Tennyson, read for LibriVox dot Org by J. N. Fletcher,
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  Speaker 9: Published in the Yorkshire Literary Annual for eighteen thirty two,
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  Speaker 9: edited by C. F. Edgar London, Longmaning Company. Reprinted in
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  Speaker 9: the Athenaeum for May eighteen sixty seven. There are three
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  Speaker 9: things that fill my heart with sighs and seat my
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  Speaker 9: souls in laughter when I view storms moving like melodies, dimples,
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  Speaker 9: rose lips, and eyes of any hue. There are three
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  Speaker 9: things beneath the blessed skies for which I live. Black
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  Speaker 9: eyes and brown and blue. I hold them all most dear,
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  Speaker 9: But oh black eyes. I live and die, and only
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  Speaker 9: die for you. Of late, such eyes looked at me
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  Speaker 9: while I mused at sunset underneath the shadowy plain, an
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  Speaker 9: old bayona NEI the Southern sea from a half open
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  Speaker 9: lattice looked at me. I saw no more, only those eyes,
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  Speaker 9: confused and dazzled to the heart with glorious pain. End
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  Speaker 9: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Sonnet Oh Beauty Passing Beauty by Alfred Lord Tennyson read
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  Speaker 4: Philibovolts dot Org that Ela Conway, England, Oh Beauty Passing Beauty,
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  Speaker 4: sweetest sweet, How canst thou let me waste my youth
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  Speaker 4: in size? I only ask to sit beside thy feet.
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  Speaker 4: Thou knowest I dare not look into thine eyes? Might
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  Speaker 4: I but kiss thy hand? I dare not fold my
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  Speaker 4: arms about thee. Scarcely dare to speak, And nothing seems
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  Speaker 4: to me so wild and bold as with one kiss
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  Speaker 4: to touch thy blessed cheek. He thinks, if I should
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  Speaker 4: kiss thee, no control within the thrilling brain could keep
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  Speaker 4: afloat a subtle spirit even while I spoke the bare
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  Speaker 4: word kiss hath made my inner soul to tremble like
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  Speaker 4: a lute spring ere the note hath melted in the
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  Speaker 4: silence that it broke. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 4: in the public domain. The Hesperides by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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  Speaker 4: read Forlibovolts dot Org by Elaine Conway, England. Hesperus and
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  Speaker 4: his Daughter's Three that sing about the Golden tree commerce
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  Speaker 4: the north wind fallen in the new starred night, Sidonian
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  Speaker 4: Hanno voyaging beyond the hoary promontory of Soli, passed Timiitarian
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  Speaker 4: in calmed bays between the Southern and the Western Horn.
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  Speaker 4: Heard neither warpling of the Nightingale nor melody o. The
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  Speaker 4: Libyan lotus flute blown seaward from the shore, but from
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  Speaker 4: a slope that ran bloombright into the Atlantic blue beneath
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  Speaker 4: a highland, leaning down a weight of cliffs, and zoned
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  Speaker 4: below with shade, came voices like the voices in a dream,
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  Speaker 4: continuous until he reached the other sea. Song one, the
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  Speaker 4: golden apple, the golden apple, the hallowed fruit. Guard it well,
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  Speaker 4: Guard it, warily, singing airily, standing about the charmed root.
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  Speaker 4: Round about, all is mute, as the snowfield on the
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  Speaker 4: mountain peaks as the sandfield at the mountain foot. Crocodiles
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  Speaker 4: in briny creeks sleep and stir not. All is mute.
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  Speaker 4: If ye sing not, if ye make false measure, we
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  Speaker 4: shall lose eternal pleasure, worth, eternal want of breast. Laugh
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  Speaker 4: not loudly, watch the treasure of the wisdom of the
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  Speaker 4: West in a corner. Wisdom whispers five and three. Let
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  Speaker 4: it not be preached abroad. Make an awful mystery. For
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  Speaker 4: the blossom unto threefold music blower evermore. It is born anew,
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  Speaker 4: and the sap to threefold music floweth from the root,
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  Speaker 4: drawn in the dark, up to the fruit, creeping under
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  Speaker 4: the fragrant bark, liquid gold, honey, sweet, through and through
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  Speaker 4: keen eyed sisters, singing airily, looking warily every way, Guard
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  Speaker 4: the apple night and day, lest from the east come
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  Speaker 4: and take it away. Two Father Hesper, Father Hesper, watch
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  Speaker 4: watch ever and I looking under silver hair with a
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  Speaker 4: silver eye. Father twinkle, not thy steadfast sight. Kingdom's laps
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  Speaker 4: and climates change, and races die. Honor comes with mystery.
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  Speaker 4: Hoarded wisdom brings delight. Number Tell them over and number
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  Speaker 4: how many the mystic fruit tree holds. Lest the red
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  Speaker 4: combed dragon slumber, rolled together in purple folds, look to him, Father,
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  Speaker 4: lest he wink and the golden apple be stolen away,
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  Speaker 4: for his ancient heart is drunk with over watchings night
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  Speaker 4: and day. Round about the hallowed fruit tree, curled, sing away,
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  Speaker 4: sing a loud and evermore in the wind without stop.
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  Speaker 4: Lest his scaled eyelid drop, for he is older than
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  Speaker 4: the world. If he waken, we waken, rapidly, leveling eager eyes.
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  Speaker 4: If he sleep, we sleep, dropping the eyelid over the eyes.
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  Speaker 4: If the golden apple be taken, the world will be otherwise.
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  Speaker 4: Five links a golden chain are we Hesper, the dragon
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  Speaker 4: and sisters, three bound about the golden tree. Three Father Hesper,
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  Speaker 4: Father Hesper, watch, watch night and day, lest the old
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  Speaker 4: wound of the world healed the glory and sealed the
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  Speaker 4: golden apple stolen away, and the ancient secret revealed. Look
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  Speaker 4: from west to east along father old Himler weakens, caucacious,
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  Speaker 4: is bold and strong. Wandering waters and two wandering waters
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  Speaker 4: coll let them clash together foam and fall. Out of watchings,
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  Speaker 4: out of wilds comes the bliss of secret smiles. All
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  Speaker 4: things are not told to all half round the mantling
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  Speaker 4: night is drawn purple fringed with even and dawn hes
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  Speaker 4: be haeteth phosphor evening hateth morn fall, every flower and
• 1:08:44
  Speaker 4: every fruit. The redolent breath of this warm sea wind ripeneth,
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  Speaker 4: arching the billow in his sleep. But the land wind wandereth,
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  Speaker 4: broken by the highland steep. Two streams upon the violet
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  Speaker 4: deep for the western sun and the western style, and
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  Speaker 4: the low west wind breathing afar. The end of day
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  Speaker 4: and beginning of night make the apple wholly and bright,
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  Speaker 4: wholly and bright, round and full, bright and blest, mellowed
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  Speaker 4: in a land of rest, watch it warily day and night.
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  Speaker 4: All good things are in the west till mid noon
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  Speaker 4: the cool east light is shut out by the round
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  Speaker 4: of the tall hill brow. But when the full faced
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  Speaker 4: sunset yellowly stays on the flowering arch of the bough,
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  Speaker 4: the luscious fruitage clusterus mellowly golden kerneled, golden cord, sunset
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  Speaker 4: ripened above on the tree. The world is wasted with
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  Speaker 4: fire and sword, but the apple of gold hangs over
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  Speaker 4: the sea. Five links a golden chain are we hesper
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  Speaker 4: the dragon and sisters, three daughters, three bound about all
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  Speaker 4: round about the gnulled bowl of the charmed tree, the
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  Speaker 4: golden apple, the golden apple, the hallowed fruit. Guard it well,
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  Speaker 4: guard it, warily, watch it, warily, singing airily, standing about
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  Speaker 4: the charmed route. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 4: the public domain.
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  Speaker 10: Rosalind by Alfred Lord Tennyson Readverleibrevox dot org by April
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  Speaker 10: six zero nine zero, California, United States of America. Rosalind,
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  Speaker 10: my Rosalind, My Rosalind, bold, subtle, careless. Rosalind is one
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  Speaker 10: of those who know no strife of inward woe or
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  Speaker 10: outward fear, to whom the slope and stream of life,
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  Speaker 10: the life before, the life behind, in the year from
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  Speaker 10: far and near chimeth musically clear, my falcon hearted. Rosalind full,
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  Speaker 10: sailed before a vigorous wind, is one of those who
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  Speaker 10: cannot weep for others is woes, but overleap all the
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  Speaker 10: petty shocks and fears that trouble life in early years,
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  Speaker 10: with a flash of frolic, scorn and keen delight that
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  Speaker 10: never falls away from freshness self upborn with such gladness
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  Speaker 10: as whenever the fresh, flushing springtime calls to the flooding
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  Speaker 10: water's cool. Young fishes on an april moon up and
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  Speaker 10: down a rapid river, leap the little water falls that
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  Speaker 10: sing into the pebbled pool. My happy falcon Rosalind hath
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  Speaker 10: daring fancies of her own. Fresh is the dawn before
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  Speaker 10: the day. Fresh is the early sea smell blown through
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  Speaker 10: vineyards from an inland bay. My Rosalind, My Rosalind, Because
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  Speaker 10: no shadow on you falls, Think your hearts are tennis
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  Speaker 10: balls to play with, wanton Rosalind end the poem. This
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  Speaker 10: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 11: Song by Alfred Lord Tennyson read for LibriVox dot org.
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  Speaker 11: Song Who can say why today tomorrow will be yesterday?
• 1:12:25
  Speaker 11: Who can tell why? To smell the violet? Recalls to
• 1:12:29
  Speaker 11: duny prime of youth in buried time? Because is Noah
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  Speaker 11: found in rhyme end of boem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 11: the public domain.
• 1:12:44
  Speaker 1: Sonnet blow Ye the trumpet gather from Afar by Alfred
• 1:12:49
  Speaker 1: Lord Tennyson, read for LibriVox dot Org by Larry Wilson,
• 1:12:53
  Speaker 1: Written on hearing of the outbreak of the Polish insurrection.
• 1:12:58
  Speaker 1: Blow Ye the trumpet gather from the hosts to battle,
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  Speaker 1: be not bought and sold. A rise brave polls, the
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  Speaker 1: boldest of the bold, break through your iron shackles, fling
• 1:13:09
  Speaker 1: them far over the days of piast Ere. The Czar
• 1:13:13
  Speaker 1: grew to his strength among the desert's cold, when even
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  Speaker 1: two Moscow's cupulas were rolled the governing murmurs of the
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  Speaker 1: Polish war. Now must your noble anger blaze out more
• 1:13:25
  Speaker 1: than when from Sobieski clan by clan the Moslem myriads
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  Speaker 1: fell and fled, Before than when Zamowski smote the Tartar calm,
• 1:13:35
  Speaker 1: then earlier when on the Baltic shore the lessless drove
• 1:13:38
  Speaker 1: the Pomeranian end of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain.
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  Speaker 12: Oh Darling Room by Alfred Lord Tennyson, read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 12: dot Org by Aaron Baston. Oh darling Room, my heart's delight,
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  Speaker 12: dear room, the of my sight, with thy two couches,
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  Speaker 12: soft and white. There is no room so exquisite, no
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  Speaker 12: little room so warm and bright, wherein to read? Wherein
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  Speaker 12: to write? For I the known and worth have seen
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  Speaker 12: an over winter's vineyards, green, musical lore lie, and between
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  Speaker 12: the hills to Bingen.
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  Speaker 4: Have I been Bingen?
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  Speaker 12: In Darmstad, where the rain curves towards mens a woody scene.
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  Speaker 12: Yet never did there meet my sight in any town
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  Speaker 12: to left or right a little room so exquisite, with
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  Speaker 12: two such couches, soft and white, Not any room so
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  Speaker 12: warm and bright? Wherein to read? Wherein to write? End
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  Speaker 12: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: To Christopher North by Alfred Lord Tennyson read for Lupovoxadorg
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  Speaker 2: by phone. You did late review my legs, Crusty Christopher.
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  Speaker 2: He did mingle blame and praise, Rusty Christopher. When I
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  Speaker 2: learned from whom it came, I forgave you all the blame,
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  Speaker 2: musty Christopher. I could not forgive the praise Fusty Christopher.
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  Speaker 2: This epigram was Tennyson's reply to an article by Professor
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  Speaker 2: Wilson Christopher North in Blackwood's Magazine for May eighteen thirty two.
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  Speaker 2: Dealing in sensible fashion with Tennyson's eighteen thirty volume and
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  Speaker 2: ridiculing the fulsome praise lavished on him by his inconsiderate friends,
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  Speaker 2: especially referring to Arthur Hallam's article in The Englishman's Magazine
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  Speaker 2: for August eighteen thirty one. End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 2: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: The Lotus Eaters by Alfred Lord Tennyson read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 6: dot Org by Nima The Lotus Eaters. These forty lines
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  Speaker 6: formed the conclusion to the original eighteen thirty three version
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  Speaker 6: of the poem. When the poem was reprinted in the
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  Speaker 6: eighteen forty two volumes, these lines were suppressed. We have
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  Speaker 6: had enough of motion, weariness and wild alarm, tossing on
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  Speaker 6: the tossing ocean, where the tuscid sea horse walloweth, and
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  Speaker 6: a stripe of grass green calm at noontide beneath the lee,
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  Speaker 6: and the monstrous narwhale swalloweth his foam fountains in the sea.
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  Speaker 6: Long enough the wine dark wave, a weary bark did carry.
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  Speaker 6: This is lovelier and sweeter men of Ithaca. This is
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  Speaker 6: meter in the hollow rosy veil, to tarry like a
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  Speaker 6: dreamy lotus eater, a delirious lotus eater. We will eat
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  Speaker 6: the lotus sweet as the yellow honey comb in the valley,
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  Speaker 6: some and some on the ancient heights divine, and no
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  Speaker 6: more rome on the loud horror foam, to the melancholy
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  Speaker 6: home at the limit of the brine, the little isle
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  Speaker 6: of Phisica, beneath the day's decline. We'll lift no more
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  Speaker 6: the shattered oor, no more unfurl the straining sail. With
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  Speaker 6: the blissful lotus eaters pale. We will abide in the
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  Speaker 6: golden vale of the lotus land till the lotus fail.
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  Speaker 6: We will not wander more. Hark, how sweet the horned
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  Speaker 6: ewes bleat on the solitary steeps, and the merry lizard leaps,
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  Speaker 6: and the foam white waters pour, and the dark pine weeps,
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  Speaker 6: and the lithe vine creeps, and the heavy melon sleeps
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  Speaker 6: on the level of the shore, Oh islanders of Phisica,
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  Speaker 6: we will not wander more. Surely, surely slumber is more
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  Speaker 6: sweet than toil the shore, than labor in the ocean,
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  Speaker 6: and rowing with the oar, Oh islanders of Visaca, we
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  Speaker 6: will return no more. And the poem this recording is
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  Speaker 6: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 13: A Dream of fair Women by Alfred Lord Tennyson, recorded
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  Speaker 13: for LibriVox dot org by Jute. As when a man
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  Speaker 13: that sails in a balloon down looking, sees a solid,
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  Speaker 13: shining ground stream from beneath him in the broad blue
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  Speaker 13: noon tooth hamlet, mead and mount, and takes his flags
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  Speaker 13: and waves them to the mob that shout below, all
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  Speaker 13: faces turned to wear blues ruby, like the far up
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  Speaker 13: crim and globe filled with a finer air. So lifted
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  Speaker 13: high the poet, at his will let the great world
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  Speaker 13: flip from him, seeing all higher, thorough, secret splendors, mounting,
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  Speaker 13: still self poised, nor fears to fall, hearing apart the
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  Speaker 13: echoes of his fame while I spoke. Thus the seedsman
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  Speaker 13: memory sowed my deep furrowed thought with many a name
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  Speaker 13: whose glory will not die. End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 13: is in the public domain. Cambridge by Alfred Lord Tennyson,
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  Speaker 13: recorded for LibriVox dot org by Jude. Therefore your halls,
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  Speaker 13: your ancient colleges, your portals statued with old kings and queens,
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  Speaker 13: your bridges, and your busted libraries, wax lighted chapels and
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  Speaker 13: rich carved screens, your doctors, and your proctors and your
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  Speaker 13: deans shall not avail you when the day beam sports
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  Speaker 13: new risen over awakened albion. No, not yet your solemn
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  Speaker 13: organ pipes that blow melodious thunders through.
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  Speaker 14: Your vacant courts at morn, and even for your manner sorts.
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  Speaker 14: Not with this age, nor with the thoughts that role,
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  Speaker 14: because the words of little children preach against you, ye
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  Speaker 14: that did profess to teach, and have taught nothing. Feeding
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  Speaker 14: on the soul.
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  Speaker 13: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: The Germ of Maud by Alfred Lord Tennyson read for
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  Speaker 6: LibriVox dot Org by Nima. The Germ of Maud there
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  Speaker 6: was published in eighteen thirty seven in The Tribute, a
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  Speaker 6: collection of original poems by various authors, edited by Lord Northampton.
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  Speaker 6: A contribution by Tennyson entitled Stanzas, consisting of sixteen stanzas
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  Speaker 6: of varying links one hundred and ten lines in all.
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  Speaker 6: In eighteen fifty five, the first twelve stanzas were published
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  Speaker 6: as the fourth section of the second part of Maud.
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  Speaker 6: Some verbal changes and transpositions of lines were made a
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  Speaker 6: news stanza the present sixth and several new lines were
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  Speaker 6: introduced in the tenth stanza of eighteen thirty seven, became
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  Speaker 6: the thirteenth of eighteen fifty five, but stanzas thirteen through
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  Speaker 6: sixteen of eighteen thirty seven have never been reprinted in
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  Speaker 6: any edition of Tennyson's works, though quoted in whole or
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  Speaker 6: in part in various critical studies of the poet. Swinburne
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  Speaker 6: refers to this poem as the poem of deepest charm
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  Speaker 6: and fullest delight, of pathos and melody ever written, even
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  Speaker 6: by mister Tennyson. This poem in the Tribute gained Tennyson
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  Speaker 6: his first notice in the Eedenberg Review, which had till
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  Speaker 6: then ignored him. But she tarries in her place, and
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  Speaker 6: I paint the beauteous face of the maiden that I
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  Speaker 6: lost in my inner eyes again, lest my heart be
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  Speaker 6: overborne by the things I hold in scorn, by a dull,
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  Speaker 6: mechanic ghost and a juggle of the brain. I can
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  Speaker 6: shadow forth my bride as I knew her, fair and kind,
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  Speaker 6: as I wooed her from my wife. She is lovely
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  Speaker 6: by my side, And the silence of my life tis
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  Speaker 6: a phantom of the mind, tis a phantom, fair and
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  Speaker 6: good I can call it to my side, so to
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  Speaker 6: guard my life from ill, though it's ghastly, sister, glide
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  Speaker 6: and be moved around me still with the moving of
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  Speaker 6: the blood that is moved, not of the will Let
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  Speaker 6: it pass the dreary brow, Let the dismal face go by.
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  Speaker 6: Will it lead me to the grave? Then I lose it?
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  Speaker 6: It will fly? Can it overlast the nerves? Can it
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  Speaker 6: overlive the eye? But the other, like a star through
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  Speaker 6: the channel, windeth far till it fade and fail and
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  Speaker 6: die to its archetype that waits clad in light by
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  Speaker 6: golden gates, clad and light, the spirit waits to embrace
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  Speaker 6: me in the sky and a poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 6: in the public domain. A Gate and a field half
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  Speaker 6: plowed by Alfred Lord Tennyson, read for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 6: by Nima on the fly leaf of a book illustrated
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  Speaker 6: by Buick in the library of the late Lord Ravensworth.
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  Speaker 6: The following lines in Tennyson's autograph were discovered in nineteen
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  Speaker 6: o three. A gate in a field half plowed, a
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  Speaker 6: solitary cow, a child with a broken slate, and a
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  Speaker 6: tit marsh in the bow, but where a lack is
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  Speaker 6: buick to tell the meaning now and a poem. This
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  Speaker 6: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 10: The Skipping Rope by Alfred Lord Tennyson, read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 10: dot Org by April six zero nine zero, California, United
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  Speaker 10: States of America. The Skipping Rope by Alfred Tennyson. This poem,
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  Speaker 10: published in the second volume of Poems by Alfred Tennyson
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  Speaker 10: in two volumes London Edward Moxon eighteen forty seven, was
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  Speaker 10: reprinted in every edition until eighteen fifty one, when it
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  Speaker 10: was suppressed. Sure never yet was antelope could skip so
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  Speaker 10: lightly by stand off or else my skipping rope will
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  Speaker 10: hit you in the eye. How lightly whirls the skipping rope?
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  Speaker 10: How fairy like you fly? Go, get you gone? You
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  Speaker 10: muse and mope? I hate that silly sigh. Nay, dearest,
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  Speaker 10: teach me how to hope, or tell me how to die?
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  Speaker 10: There take it, take my skipping rope and hang yourself
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  Speaker 10: thereby in the poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: The New Timan and the Poets by Alfred Lord Tennyson,
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  Speaker 2: read for librivoxlot or by phone from Punch, February twenty eighth,
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  Speaker 2: eighteen forty six. Bulwer Lytton published in eighteen forty five
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  Speaker 2: his satirical poem New Timan, a Romance of London, in
• 1:26:36
  Speaker 2: which he bitterly attacked Tennyson for the civil list pension
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  Speaker 2: granted the previous year, particularly referring to the poem O
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  Speaker 2: Darling Room in the eighteen thirty three volume. Tennyson replied
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  Speaker 2: in the following vigorous verses, which made the literary sensation
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  Speaker 2: of the year. Tennyson afterwards declared, I never sent my
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  Speaker 2: lines to punch John Forster did. They were two bitter
• 1:27:00
  Speaker 2: I do not think that I should ever have published them. Life,
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  Speaker 2: Volume one, page two hundred forty five. We know him
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  Speaker 2: out of Shakespeare's art and those fine curses which he spoke,
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  Speaker 2: the old Chiman with his noble heart, that strongly, loathing
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  Speaker 2: greatly broke so dyed the old. Here comes the new.
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  Speaker 2: Regard him a familiar face. I thought we knew him.
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  Speaker 2: What it's you, the padded man that wears the stays,
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  Speaker 2: who killed the girls and thrilled the boys with dandy pathos.
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  Speaker 2: When you wrote a lion, you that made a noise
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  Speaker 2: and shook a mane and papillote, and once you tried
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  Speaker 2: to muse us too. You failed, sir. Therefore now you turn,
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  Speaker 2: you fall on those who are to you as captain
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  Speaker 2: is to subaltern, But men of long, enduring hopes and
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  Speaker 2: careless what the hour may bring can pardon. Little would
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  Speaker 2: be popes and brummels when they tried to sting. An artist, Sir,
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  Speaker 2: should rest in art and wave a little of his
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  Speaker 2: claim to have the deep poetic heart is more than
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  Speaker 2: all poetic fame. But you, sir, you are hard to please.
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  Speaker 2: You never look but half content, nor like a gentleman
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  Speaker 2: at ease with moral breath of temperament. And what with spites,
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  Speaker 2: and what with fears? You cannot let a body be.
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  Speaker 2: It's always ringing in your ears. They call this man
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  Speaker 2: as good as me. What profits now to understand the
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  Speaker 2: merits of a spotless shirt, a dapper boot, a little hand.
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  Speaker 2: If half the little soul is dirt, you talk of tinsel.
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  Speaker 2: Why we see the old mark of rouge upon your cheeks.
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  Speaker 2: You prate of nature. You are he that spilt his
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  Speaker 2: life about the cliques a time, and you nay, nay
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  Speaker 2: for shame. It looks too arrogant to jest the fierce
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  Speaker 2: old man to take his name, you band box off
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  Speaker 2: and let him rest. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 2: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 15: Meebelethorpe by Alfred Lord Tennyson read for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 15: by Mike Overby, Parkland, Washington. How often when a child
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  Speaker 15: I lay reclined, I took delight in this locality. Here
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  Speaker 15: stood the infant ilion of the mind, and here the
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  Speaker 15: Grecian ships did seem to be. And here again I
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  Speaker 15: come and only find the drain cut levels of the
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  Speaker 15: Martian lea, gray sandbanks and pale sunsets, dreary wind, dim shores,
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  Speaker 15: dense rains, and heavy clouded sea. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 15: recording is in the PUBLICA main What time I wasted
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  Speaker 15: useful hours? By Alfred Lord Tennyson read for liebovox dot
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  Speaker 15: Org by Mike Overby, Parkland, Washington. What time I wasted
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  Speaker 15: useful hours? One of the shining winged powers showed me
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  Speaker 15: vast cliffs were crown of towers. As towards the gracest
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  Speaker 15: light I bowed. They seemed high palaces and proud hid
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  Speaker 15: now and then with sliding cloud he said, the labor
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  Speaker 15: is not small, yet winds the pathway free to all.
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  Speaker 15: Take care thou dost not fear to fall? End of poem.
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  Speaker 15: This recording is in the PUBLICA.
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  Speaker 11: Main Britain's God Your Own by Alfred Lord Tennyson read
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  Speaker 11: for Librevarks dot Org. Briton's Guard Your Own footnote published
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  Speaker 11: in The Examiner, January thirty one, eighteen fifty two. Verses
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  Speaker 11: one considerably altered, seven, eight and ten are reprinted in Life,
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  Speaker 11: Volume one, page three hundred and forty four. Rise Britons, Rise,
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  Speaker 11: if manhood be not dead. The world's last stampest darkens overhead.
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  Speaker 11: The Pope has blessed him, the Church cursed him. He triumphs,
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  Speaker 11: maybe we shall stand alone. Briton's Guard Your Own. His
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  Speaker 11: ruthless host is bought with plundered gold by lying priests.
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  Speaker 11: The peasant's vose control, all freedom vanished, the true men banished.
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  Speaker 11: He triumphs, maybe we shall stand alone. Briton's Guard Your Own.
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  Speaker 11: Beeace Lovers, we sweet peace. We all desire peace. Lovers,
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  Speaker 11: we but who can trust a liar? Peacely hate us
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  Speaker 11: of shameless traitors. We hate not France but this man's
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  Speaker 11: heart of stone. Briton's Guard Your Own. We hate not
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  Speaker 11: France but France has lost her voice. This man is France,
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  Speaker 11: the man they call her choice. By tricks and spying,
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  Speaker 11: by craft and lying and murder, was her freedom overthrown.
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  Speaker 11: Briton's Guard your own, vive l Emperor may fall by,
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  Speaker 11: and by God, say the Queen is here a truer
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  Speaker 11: cry God, save the nation, the toleration and the free
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  Speaker 11: speech that makes the Briton known. Briton's Guard your own.
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  Speaker 11: Rome's dearest daughter now is captive France. The Jesus laughs
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  Speaker 11: and recalling on his chance, walled, unrelenting, kill all dissenting,
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  Speaker 11: till we were left to fight for truth alone. Britons
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  Speaker 11: Guard your own. Go home with ships across Biscanian tides
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  Speaker 11: to blow the battle from their oaken sides. Why waste
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  Speaker 11: the yonder, the idol thunder? Why say they there to
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  Speaker 11: guard a foreign throne? Seamen, guard your own. We wear
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  Speaker 11: the best of marksmen. Long ago we warn all battles
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  Speaker 11: with our strength. The ball. Now practice yeomen, like those bowmen,
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  Speaker 11: till your balls fly as their true shafts has flown. Yeoman,
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  Speaker 11: guard your own. His toldal ridge and Highness might incline
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  Speaker 11: to take Sarginia, Belgium, or the rhine. Shall we stunt idle,
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  Speaker 11: nor seek the bridle is vile aggression till we stand alone,
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  Speaker 11: make their cars your own? Should ye land here and
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  Speaker 11: for one hour prevail, though must no man go back
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  Speaker 11: to bear the tail, no man to bear it. Swear it.
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  Speaker 11: We swear it. Although we fop the banded world alone,
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  Speaker 11: we swear to guard our own. End of Boem. This
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  Speaker 11: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Hands all Round by Alfred Lord Tennyson, read for Librovox
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  Speaker 4: dot Org by Elaine Conway, England. Published in the Examiner,
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  Speaker 4: February seventh, eighteen fifty two. Reprinted slightly altered in Life,
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  Speaker 4: Volume one, page three hundred and forty five. Included almost
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  Speaker 4: entirely rewritten in collected works. First, drink a health this
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  Speaker 4: solemn night, A health to England, every guest. That man's
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  Speaker 4: the best cosmopolite, who loves his native country, best made
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  Speaker 4: Freedom's oak for ever, the stronger life from day to day.
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  Speaker 4: That man's the best conservative who lops the moldered branch away.
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  Speaker 4: Hands all round God the tyrant's hope confound to this
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  Speaker 4: great cause of freedom. Drink my friends and the great
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  Speaker 4: name of England, round and around a health to Europe's
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  Speaker 4: honest men, and guard them from her tyrants, jails from
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  Speaker 4: wronged po rios, noisome den from iron limbs and tortured nails.
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  Speaker 4: Because the crimes of Southern kings, the Russian whips and
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  Speaker 4: Austrian rods, we likewise have our evil things too much,
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  Speaker 4: we make our ledgs gods. Yet hands all round God's
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  Speaker 4: the tyrant's cause, confound to Europe's better health. We drink
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  Speaker 4: my friends and the great name of England round and round.
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  Speaker 4: What health to France? If France be she in marshall
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  Speaker 4: progress only chance? Yet tell her better to be free
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  Speaker 4: than vanquish all the world in arms, her frantic cities,
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  Speaker 4: flashing heats, but fire to blast the hopes of men.
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  Speaker 4: Why change the titles off your streets, you fools, you
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  Speaker 4: want them all again? Hands all round God, the tyrants
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  Speaker 4: calls confound to France, the wiser France, we drink my
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  Speaker 4: friends and the great name of England round and round,
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  Speaker 4: gigantic daughter of the West, We drink to THEE across
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  Speaker 4: the flood. We know THEE most, We love THEE best.
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  Speaker 4: For art thou not of British blood? Should walls mud
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  Speaker 4: blast again be blown permit not thou the tyrant powers
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  Speaker 4: to fight thy mother here alone. But let thy broadsides
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  Speaker 4: raw with ours hands all round God, the tyrant's cause
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  Speaker 4: confound to our great kinsmen of the West, my friends,
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  Speaker 4: and the great name of England. Round and round, Oh,
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  Speaker 4: rise our strong Atlantic sons, when war against our freedom springs, Oh,
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  Speaker 4: speak to Europe through your guns. They can be understood
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  Speaker 4: by kings. You must not mix our queen with those
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  Speaker 4: wish to keep their people's falls. Freedom's foemen are her foes.
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  Speaker 4: She comprehends the rat ueles hands all round God, the
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  Speaker 4: tyrants calls confound to Ardia, kinsman of the West, my
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  Speaker 4: friends and the great name of England, Round and round.
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  Speaker 4: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Suggested by reading an article in a newspaper by Alfred
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  Speaker 1: Lord Tennyson read for LibriVox dot org by Larry Wilson,
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  Speaker 1: published in the Examiner of February fourteenth, eighteen fifty two,
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  Speaker 1: and never reprinted nor acknowledged. The proof sheets of the
• 1:37:46
  Speaker 1: poem with alterations in Tennyson's autograph, were offered for public
• 1:37:51
  Speaker 1: sale in nineteen six to the editor of the Examiner,
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  Speaker 1: Sir I. Have read with much interest the poems of Merlin.
• 1:38:00
  Speaker 1: The Inclosed is longer than either of those, and certainly
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  Speaker 1: not so good. Yet, as I flatter myself that it
• 1:38:06
  Speaker 1: has a smack of Merlin's style in it, and as
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  Speaker 1: I feel that it expresses forcibly enough some of the
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  Speaker 1: feelings of our time, perhaps you may be induced to
• 1:38:15
  Speaker 1: admit it, Talison, how much I loved this writer's manly style.
• 1:38:22
  Speaker 1: By such men led our press had ever been the
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  Speaker 1: public conscience of our noble isle, severe and quick to
• 1:38:28
  Speaker 1: feel a civic sin, to raise the people and chastise
• 1:38:32
  Speaker 1: the times with such a heat as lives in great
• 1:38:35
  Speaker 1: creative rhymes. O you, the press, what good from you
• 1:38:39
  Speaker 1: might spring? What power is yours to blast a cause?
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  Speaker 1: Or bless? I fear for you as for some youthful king,
• 1:38:47
  Speaker 1: Lest you go wrong from power in excess. Take heed
• 1:38:50
  Speaker 1: of your wide privileges. We the thinking men of England,
• 1:38:54
  Speaker 1: loathe a tyranny. A freeman is I doubt not freeest tear.
• 1:39:00
  Speaker 1: A single voice may speak his mind aloud, an honest isolation.
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  Speaker 1: Need not fear the court, the church, the parliament, the crowd,
• 1:39:08
  Speaker 1: no nor the press. And look you well to that
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  Speaker 1: we must not dread in you, the nameless autocrat, and
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  Speaker 1: you dark senate of the public pen You may not
• 1:39:19
  Speaker 1: like yon tyrant deal in spies. Yours are the public
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  Speaker 1: acts of public men, but yours are not their household privices.
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  Speaker 1: I grant you one of the great powers on earth.
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  Speaker 1: But be not you the blatant traitors of the hearth.
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  Speaker 1: You hide the hand that writes it must be so
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  Speaker 1: for better. So you fight for public ends, But some
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  Speaker 1: you strike can scarce return the blow. You should be
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  Speaker 1: all the nobler, O, my friends, be noble you, nor
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  Speaker 1: work with faction's tools to charm a lower sphere of
• 1:39:54
  Speaker 1: fulminating fools, But knowing all your power to heat or cool,
• 1:39:58
  Speaker 1: to soothe civic wound or keep it raw, be loyal
• 1:40:02
  Speaker 1: if you wish for wholesome rule our ancient boast, is
• 1:40:05
  Speaker 1: this we reverence law? We still were loyal in our
• 1:40:09
  Speaker 1: wildest fights, or loyally disloyal battle for our rights. Oh,
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  Speaker 1: grief and shame if while I preach of laws whereby
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  Speaker 1: to guard our freedom from offense? And trust an ancient
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  Speaker 1: manhood and the cause of England and her health of
• 1:40:23
  Speaker 1: common sense, there hang within the heavens a dark disgrace,
• 1:40:27
  Speaker 1: some vast Assyrian doom to burst upon our race. I
• 1:40:32
  Speaker 1: feel the thousand cankers of our state, I fain would
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  Speaker 1: shake their triple folded ease. The hogs who can believe
• 1:40:39
  Speaker 1: in nothing great sneering, bed ridden in the dowbt of
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  Speaker 1: peace over their scripts, and shares their meats and wine
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  Speaker 1: with stony smirks at all things human and divine. I
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  Speaker 1: honor much, I say this man's appeal. We drag so
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  Speaker 1: deep in our commercial mire, we move so far from
• 1:40:57
  Speaker 1: greatness that I feel exception to be charactered in fire.
• 1:41:01
  Speaker 1: Who looks for godlike greatness? Here shall see the British goddess,
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  Speaker 1: sleek respectability. Alas for her and all her small delights,
• 1:41:10
  Speaker 1: she feels not how the social frame is racked. She
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  Speaker 1: loves a little scandal, which excites a little feeling is
• 1:41:17
  Speaker 1: a want of tact. For her. There lion weight, millions
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  Speaker 1: of foes, and yet the not too much is all
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  Speaker 1: the rules. She knows, poor soul. Behold her what de
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  Speaker 1: Chorus called, She, with her weak day worldliness, sufficed, stands
• 1:41:34
  Speaker 1: in her pew and hums her decent psalm with decent
• 1:41:38
  Speaker 1: dippings at the name of Christ. And she has moved
• 1:41:42
  Speaker 1: in that smooth way so long she hardly can believe
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  Speaker 1: that she shall suffer wrong. Alas our church, alas her
• 1:41:50
  Speaker 1: growing ills, and those who tolerate not her tolerance but needs,
• 1:41:55
  Speaker 1: must sell the burthen of their wills to that half
• 1:41:59
  Speaker 1: pagan harlot capt by France, free subjects of the kindliest
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  Speaker 1: of all thrones. Headlong, they plunge their doubts among old
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  Speaker 1: rags and bones. Alas church writers altercating tribes. The vessel
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  Speaker 1: in your church may sink in storms. Christ cried woe
• 1:42:17
  Speaker 1: woe to Pharisees and scribes like them. You bicker less
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  Speaker 1: for truth than forms. I sorrow when I read the
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  Speaker 1: things you write. What unheroic purtiness, What Unchristian spite? Alas
• 1:42:32
  Speaker 1: our youth, so clever yet so small, Then delen tante
• 1:42:36
  Speaker 1: deep in Nature's plan, who make the emphatic one by
• 1:42:39
  Speaker 1: whom is all an essence less consentered than a man better?
• 1:42:44
  Speaker 1: Wild ma moods war cry once again, o fools, we
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  Speaker 1: want a man like God and God like men, go
• 1:42:53
  Speaker 1: frightful omens. Yet once more I turn to you, that
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  Speaker 1: mold men's thoughts. I call on you to make opinion warlike,
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  Speaker 1: lest we learn a sharper lesson than we ever knew.
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  Speaker 1: I hear thunder, though the skies are fair but shrill
• 1:43:06
  Speaker 1: you loud and long the warning note prepare in the poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: God bless Our Prince and Bride by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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  Speaker 4: read philipofox dot Org by Elaine Conway, England. Lord Tennyson
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  Speaker 4: wrote by roll request to Stanzas, which was sung as
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  Speaker 4: part of God Save the Queen at a state concert
• 1:43:44
  Speaker 4: in connection with the Princess Will's marriage. These were printed
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  Speaker 4: in the Times of January twenty six, eighteen fifty eight.
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  Speaker 4: God bless our Prince and Bride. God to keep their
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  Speaker 4: lands alied. God save the Queen. Clothe them with righteousness,
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  Speaker 4: Cry them with happiness, them with all blessings. Bless God,
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  Speaker 4: save the Queen fair for this hallowed hour. Farewell our
• 1:44:15
  Speaker 4: England's Flower. God Save the Queen. Farewell pharaohse of May.
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  Speaker 4: Let both the people say, God bless thy marriage day.
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  Speaker 4: God Bless the Queen. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 4: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: The Ringlet by Alfred Lord Tennyson read for librivoxodorg By
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  Speaker 2: Farm published in Enoch Ordan Volume, London, Emoson and Company,
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  Speaker 2: eighteen sixty four, and never reprinted. Your ringlets, Your ringlets
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  Speaker 2: that look so gold and gay. If you will give
• 1:45:05
  Speaker 2: me one but one to kiss it night and day,
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  Speaker 2: then never chilling touch of time will turn it silver gray?
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  Speaker 2: And then shall I know it is all true gold
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  Speaker 2: to flame and sparkle and stream as of old, till
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  Speaker 2: all the comets in heaven are cold and all her
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  Speaker 2: stars decay. Then take it, love and put it by.
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  Speaker 2: This cannot change, nor yet can I my ringlet, my
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  Speaker 2: ringlet that art so gold and gay. Now, never chilling
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  Speaker 2: touch of time can turn thee silver gray, And the
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  Speaker 2: lad may wink, and a girl may hint, and the
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  Speaker 2: fool may say his say. For my doubts and fears
• 1:45:52
  Speaker 2: were all amiss. And I swear henceforth by this and
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  Speaker 2: this that a doubt will only come for a yes,
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  Speaker 2: and the fear to be kissed away. Then kiss it,
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  Speaker 2: love and put it by. If this can change, why
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  Speaker 2: so can I? Oh, ringlet o, ringlet, I kissed you
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  Speaker 2: night and day, and ringlet O, ringlet, you still are
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  Speaker 2: gold and gay. But ringlet o ringlet, you should be
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  Speaker 2: silver gray. For what is this which now I'm told
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  Speaker 2: I that took you for true gold? She that gave
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  Speaker 2: yous bought and sold sold sald oh ringlet, oh ringlet,
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  Speaker 2: she blushed a rosy red when ringlet o Ringlet she
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  Speaker 2: clipped you from her head, and ringlet o Ringlet she
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  Speaker 2: gave you me and said, come kiss it, love and
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  Speaker 2: put it by. If this can change, why so can
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  Speaker 2: I oh fie you golden nothing fine you golden lie,
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  Speaker 2: oh ringlet, oh ringlet. I count you much to blame
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  Speaker 2: for ringlet, oh ringlet, you put me much to shame.
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  Speaker 2: So ringlet, oh ringlet, I doom you to the flame.
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  Speaker 2: For what is this which now I learn has given
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  Speaker 2: all my faith? A term? Burn you glossy heretic burn,
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  Speaker 2: burn burn end the poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 2: publish domain.
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  Speaker 4: Song Home they Brought Him Slain with Spears by Alfred
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  Speaker 4: Lord Tennyson, read Forlibovox dot Org by Elaine Conway, England.
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  Speaker 4: This first form of the song in the Princess Home
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  Speaker 4: They Brought Her Warrior Dad was published only in selections
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  Speaker 4: from Tennyson, London, Emoxen and Co. Eighteen sixty four home.
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  Speaker 4: They brought him slain with spears. They brought him home
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  Speaker 4: at even fall. All alone. She sits and hears echoes
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  Speaker 4: in his empty hall, sounding on the morrow, the sun
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  Speaker 4: peeped in from open field. The boy began to leap
• 1:48:30
  Speaker 4: and prance, rode upon his father's lance, beat upon his
• 1:48:36
  Speaker 4: father's shield. Oh hush, my joy, my sorrow, and of poem.
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  Speaker 4: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 10: Eighteen sixty five eighteen sixty six by Alfred Lord Tennyson, Redford,
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  Speaker 10: LibriVox dot Org. By April six zero nine zero, California,
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  Speaker 10: United States of America. I stood on a tower in
• 1:49:12
  Speaker 10: the wet and New Year and Old Year met, and
• 1:49:16
  Speaker 10: winds were roaring and blowing. And I said, oh, years
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  Speaker 10: that meet in tears, have ye aught that is worth?
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  Speaker 10: The knowing sids enough and exploring, wanderers coming and going,
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  Speaker 10: matter enough for deploring. But aught that is worth The
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  Speaker 10: knowing sees that my feet were flowing waves on the shingle,
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  Speaker 10: pouring Old Year roaring and blowing, and New Year's blowing
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  Speaker 10: and roaring. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 10: public domain.
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  Speaker 4: The Love Is Tell, Part one by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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  Speaker 4: read philipofox dot Org by Elaine Conway, England. It was
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  Speaker 4: originally intended by Tennyson that this poem should form part
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  Speaker 4: of his eighteen thirty three volume. It was put in
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  Speaker 4: type und according to custom, copies were distributed among his friends, when,
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  Speaker 4: on the eve of publication he decided to omit it again.
• 1:50:21
  Speaker 4: In eighteen sixty nine, it was sent to press with
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  Speaker 4: a new third part added, and was again withdrawn. The
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  Speaker 4: third part only the Golden Supper, founded on a story
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  Speaker 4: in Picassio's De Camon, being published in the volume The
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  Speaker 4: Holy Grail. In eighteen sixty six, eighteen seventy and eighteen
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  Speaker 4: seventy five attempts had been made by mister hern Shepherd
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  Speaker 4: to publish editions of the Lover's Tale with printed from
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  Speaker 4: stray proof copies of the eighteen thirty three printing. Each
• 1:50:54
  Speaker 4: of these attempts was repressed by Tennyson, and at last,
• 1:50:58
  Speaker 4: in eighteen seventy nine, the companyes Eat poem, as now
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  Speaker 4: included in the Collected Works, was issued with an apologetic
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  Speaker 4: reference to the necessity of reprinting the poem to prevent
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  Speaker 4: its circulation in an unauthorized form, but the eighteen seventy
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  Speaker 4: nine issue is considerably altered from the original issue of
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  Speaker 4: eighteen thirty three. As written by Tennyson. It is nineteenth year.
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  Speaker 4: Since only as a product of Tennyson's youth does the
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  Speaker 4: poem merit any attention, it has seemed good to reprint
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  Speaker 4: it here as originally written, a fragment the poem of
• 1:51:34
  Speaker 4: the Lover's Tale the lover is supposed to be himself
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  Speaker 4: a poet, was written in my nineteenth year, consequently contains
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  Speaker 4: nearly as many faults as words. That I deemed it
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  Speaker 4: not wholly unoriginal. Is my only apology for its publication,
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  Speaker 4: an apology lame and poor, but somewhat impertinent to boot,
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  Speaker 4: so that if its infirmities meet with more laughter than
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  Speaker 4: charity in the world, I shall not raise my voice
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  Speaker 4: in its defense. I am aware how deficient the poem
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  Speaker 4: is in point of art, and it is not without
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  Speaker 4: considerable misgivings that I have ventured to publish even this
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  Speaker 4: fragment of it. Enough says the old proverb is as
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  Speaker 4: good as a feast. Tennyson's original introductory note here far
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  Speaker 4: away seen from the topmost cliff, filling with purple gloom,
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  Speaker 4: the vacancies between the tufted hills, the sloping seas hung
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  Speaker 4: in amid heaven, and half way down rare sails, white
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  Speaker 4: as white clouds floated from sky to sky. Oh, pleasant
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  Speaker 4: breast of waters, quiet, pay like to a quiet mind
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  Speaker 4: in the loud world, where the chafed breakers of the
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  Speaker 4: outer sea sunk powerless, even as anger falls aside and
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  Speaker 4: withers on the breast of peaceful love. Thou didst receive
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  Speaker 4: that bout of pines that flow, the hills that watched
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  Speaker 4: thee as love watcheth love in thine own essence, and
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  Speaker 4: delight thyself to make it holy thine on sunny days,
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  Speaker 4: keep thou thy name of lover's bay. See sirs, even now,
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  Speaker 4: the goddess of the past that takes the heart and
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  Speaker 4: sometimes toucheth but one string that quivers and is silent
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  Speaker 4: and sometimes sweets. Suddenly all its half moldered cause to
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  Speaker 4: an old melody begins to play on those first moved
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  Speaker 4: fibers of the brain. I come, great Mistress of the ear,
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  Speaker 4: and I oh lead me tenderly, for fear the mind
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  Speaker 4: reign through my sight and strangling sorrow way mine utterance
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  Speaker 4: with lameness, though long years have hallowed out a valley
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  Speaker 4: and a gulf betwixt the native land of love and me.
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  Speaker 4: Breathe but a little on me, and the sail will
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  Speaker 4: draw me to the rise of the sun, the lucid
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  Speaker 4: chambers of the morning Star and east of life. Permit me, Friend,
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  Speaker 4: I prythee to pass my hand across my brows, and
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  Speaker 4: to muse on those dear hills that never more will
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  Speaker 4: meet the sight that throbs and aches beneath my touch,
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  Speaker 4: as though there beat a heart in either eye. For
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  Speaker 4: when the outer lights are darkened, thirst, the memory's vision
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  Speaker 4: hath a keener edge. It grows upon me now, the
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  Speaker 4: semicircle of dark blue waters, and the narrow fringe of
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  Speaker 4: curving beach, its wreaths of dripping green, its pale pink shells,
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  Speaker 4: The summer house aloft that opened on the pines with
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  Speaker 4: a door of glass, a mountain nest, the pleasure boat
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  Speaker 4: that rocked light green with its own shadow. Keel to
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  Speaker 4: keel upon the crispings of the daft, poled waves that
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  Speaker 4: blant upon its side. Oh Love, oh hope, they come,
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  Speaker 4: They crowd upon me, all at once, moved from the
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  Speaker 4: cloud of unforgotten things that sometimes on the horizon of
• 1:55:08
  Speaker 4: the mind lies folded, often sweeps athwart in storm. Thou
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  Speaker 4: flash across the darkness of my brain, the many pleasant days,
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  Speaker 4: the moonlit nights, the dewy dawnings, and the amber eyes.
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  Speaker 4: When Thou and I Camilla, Thou and I were born
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  Speaker 4: about the bay, or safely moored beneath some low browed cavern,
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  Speaker 4: where the wave plashed, sapping its worn ribs. The while
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  Speaker 4: without and close above us sang the wind tossed pine
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  Speaker 4: and shook its earthly socket. For we heard in rising
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  Speaker 4: and falling with the tide close by our ears, the
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  Speaker 4: huge roots, strain and creep eye feeding upon eye with
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  Speaker 4: deep intent, and mine, with love too high to be expressed,
• 1:56:00
  Speaker 4: rested in its sphere, and ceasing from all contemplation of
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  Speaker 4: all forms, did pause to worship mine own image, laved
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  Speaker 4: in light, the center of the splendors, all unworthy of
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  Speaker 4: such a shrine. Mine image in her eyes, by diminuation,
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  Speaker 4: made most glorious, moved with their motions, as those eyes
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  Speaker 4: were moved with motions of the soul. As my heart
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  Speaker 4: beat twice to the melody of hers. Her face was starry, fair,
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  Speaker 4: not pale, tenderly flush as twere with dawn. She was
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  Speaker 4: dark haired, dark eyed, Oh, such dark eyes. A single
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  Speaker 4: glance of them will govern a whole life, from birth
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  Speaker 4: to death, careless of all things else, led on with
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  Speaker 4: light entrances and in visions. Look at them, you lose
• 1:56:54
  Speaker 4: yourself in utter ignorance. You cannot find their depths. Will
• 1:56:59
  Speaker 4: they go back and farther back, and still withdraw themselves
• 1:57:03
  Speaker 4: quite into the deep soul that ever more fresh springing
• 1:57:08
  Speaker 4: from her fountains in the brain, still pouring through floods
• 1:57:12
  Speaker 4: with redundant light, her narrow portals. Trust me, long ago
• 1:57:17
  Speaker 4: I should have died, if it were possible to die,
• 1:57:20
  Speaker 4: in gazing on that perfectness which I do bear within me,
• 1:57:25
  Speaker 4: I had died. But from my father's lapse, my latest
• 1:57:30
  Speaker 4: ebb thine image, like a charm of light and strength
• 1:57:33
  Speaker 4: upon the waters, pushed me back again on those deserted
• 1:57:37
  Speaker 4: sands of barren life. Thou from the deep vault where
• 1:57:41
  Speaker 4: the heart of hope fell into dust and crumbled in
• 1:57:44
  Speaker 4: the dark, forgetting who to render beautiful her countenance with
• 1:57:48
  Speaker 4: quick and healthful blood. Thou didstst not sway me upward?
• 1:57:53
  Speaker 4: Could I perish? With such a costly casket in the
• 1:57:57
  Speaker 4: grasp of memory, he that saith it hath o'erstepped the
• 1:58:02
  Speaker 4: slippery footing of his narrow wit, and fallen away from judgment.
• 1:58:06
  Speaker 4: Thou art light, to which my spirit leaneth, all her flowers,
• 1:58:12
  Speaker 4: and length of days, and immortality of thought, and freshness,
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  Speaker 4: ever self renewed for time and grief abode too long
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  Speaker 4: with life, and like all other friends aye the world,
• 1:58:25
  Speaker 4: at last they grew aweary of her fellowship. So time
• 1:58:29
  Speaker 4: and grief did beckon unto death, and death drew nigh
• 1:58:33
  Speaker 4: and beat the doors of life. But thou didst sit
• 1:58:36
  Speaker 4: here alone in the inner house a wakeful portress, and
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  Speaker 4: didst parley with death. This is a charmed dwelling which
• 1:58:45
  Speaker 4: I hold. So death gave back and would no further come.
• 1:58:50
  Speaker 4: Yet is my life, nor in the present time, nor
• 1:58:53
  Speaker 4: in the present place, to me alone pushed from his
• 1:58:57
  Speaker 4: chair of regal heritage. The present is the vassal of
• 1:59:01
  Speaker 4: the past, So that in that I have lived, do
• 1:59:05
  Speaker 4: I live, and cannot die. And am in having been
• 1:59:09
  Speaker 4: a portion of the pleasant yesterday, thrust forward on to day,
• 1:59:14
  Speaker 4: and out of place, a bodied journeying onward sick with toil,
• 1:59:20
  Speaker 4: the lithe limbs bowed as with a heavy weight, and
• 1:59:23
  Speaker 4: all the senses weakened in all save that which long
• 1:59:27
  Speaker 4: ago they had gleamed and garnered up into the granaries
• 1:59:31
  Speaker 4: of memory. The clear, braw ull wark of the precious
• 1:59:35
  Speaker 4: brain now seemed and chinked with the years, and all
• 1:59:40
  Speaker 4: the while the light soul twines and mingles with the
• 1:59:43
  Speaker 4: growths of vigorous early days, attracted, one married, made one
• 1:59:50
  Speaker 4: with molten into all the beautiful impass to act or place.
• 1:59:55
  Speaker 4: Even as the all enduring camel driven far from the
• 1:59:59
  Speaker 4: diamond fan by the palms, tall onward through the middle
• 2:00:04
  Speaker 4: moonlight nights shadowed and crimsoned with a drifting dust, or
• 2:00:09
  Speaker 4: when the white heats of the blinding noons beat from
• 2:00:13
  Speaker 4: the concave sand. Yet in him keeps the draft of
• 2:00:17
  Speaker 4: that sweet found in that he loves to stay, his
• 2:00:21
  Speaker 4: feet from falling, and his spirit from bitterness of death.
• 2:00:27
  Speaker 4: Ye ask me, friends, when I began to love, how
• 2:00:30
  Speaker 4: should I tell ye? Or from the after fullness of
• 2:00:33
  Speaker 4: my heart flow back again unto my slender spring and
• 2:00:38
  Speaker 4: first of love, Though every turn and depth between is
• 2:00:42
  Speaker 4: clearer in my life than all It's present to flow.
• 2:00:46
  Speaker 4: Ye know not what ye ask? How should the broad
• 2:00:50
  Speaker 4: and open flower tell what sort of bud it was?
• 2:00:53
  Speaker 4: When pressed together in its green sheath, close lapped in
• 2:00:58
  Speaker 4: silken folds, its seemed to keep its sweetness to itself,
• 2:01:02
  Speaker 4: Yet was not the less sweet for that it seemed.
• 2:01:06
  Speaker 4: For young life knows not when young life was born,
• 2:01:10
  Speaker 4: but takes it all for granted. Neither love warm in
• 2:01:14
  Speaker 4: the heart his grade, or can remember love in the womb,
• 2:01:18
  Speaker 4: but rest satisfied looking on her that brought him to
• 2:01:23
  Speaker 4: the light. Or as men know not when they fall
• 2:01:26
  Speaker 4: asleep into delicious dreams our other life. So know I
• 2:01:31
  Speaker 4: not when I began to love. This is my sum
• 2:01:34
  Speaker 4: of knowledge, that my love grew with myself. And say, rather,
• 2:01:40
  Speaker 4: was my growth, my inward sap the hold I have
• 2:01:43
  Speaker 4: on earth, my outward circling air wherein I breathe, which
• 2:01:48
  Speaker 4: yet upholds my life, and ever more was to me
• 2:01:52
  Speaker 4: daily life and daily death. For how should I have
• 2:01:56
  Speaker 4: lived and not have loved? Can ye take off the
• 2:01:59
  Speaker 4: sweat from the flower, the color and the sweetness from
• 2:02:04
  Speaker 4: the rose, and placed them by themselves, or set apart
• 2:02:09
  Speaker 4: their motions and their brightness from the stars, And then
• 2:02:13
  Speaker 4: point out the flower or the star, or build a
• 2:02:16
  Speaker 4: wall betwixt my life and love, and tell me where
• 2:02:20
  Speaker 4: I am tears. Even thus in that I live, I love,
• 2:02:26
  Speaker 4: because I love, I live. What air is fountain to
• 2:02:30
  Speaker 4: the one, is fountain to the other. And when air
• 2:02:34
  Speaker 4: our God unknits the riddle of the wand there is
• 2:02:37
  Speaker 4: no shade or fold of mystery swathing the other. Many
• 2:02:41
  Speaker 4: many years, for they see many and my most of life.
• 2:02:45
  Speaker 4: And while I could have lingered in that porch so
• 2:02:49
  Speaker 4: unproportioned to the dwelling place, in the made use of childhood,
• 2:02:55
  Speaker 4: opposite the flush and dawn of youth, we lived together alone,
• 2:03:01
  Speaker 4: together on those hills before he saw my day. My
• 2:03:05
  Speaker 4: father died, and he was happy that he saw it not,
• 2:03:10
  Speaker 4: And I and the first daisy on his grave from
• 2:03:14
  Speaker 4: the same clay, came into light at once. As love
• 2:03:18
  Speaker 4: and I do number equal years. So she, my love,
• 2:03:23
  Speaker 4: is of an age with me, how like each other
• 2:03:26
  Speaker 4: was the birth of each. The sister of my mother,
• 2:03:30
  Speaker 4: she that bore camilla close beneath her beating heart, which
• 2:03:34
  Speaker 4: to the imprisoned spirit of the child, with its drue
• 2:03:38
  Speaker 4: touched pulses in the flow and early visitation of the blood,
• 2:03:43
  Speaker 4: sent notes of preparation, manifold and mellowed echoes of the
• 2:03:48
  Speaker 4: outer world. My mother's sister, mother of my love, who
• 2:03:52
  Speaker 4: had a toofold claim upon my heart, one twofold, mightier
• 2:03:56
  Speaker 4: than the other was in giving so much beauty to
• 2:03:59
  Speaker 4: the world, and so much wealth, as God has charged her,
• 2:04:03
  Speaker 4: with loathing to put it from herself, forever crowned with
• 2:04:07
  Speaker 4: her highest at the placid face and breathless body of
• 2:04:11
  Speaker 4: her good deeds past. So we were born, so orphaned.
• 2:04:16
  Speaker 4: She was motherless, and I without her father. So from
• 2:04:21
  Speaker 4: each of those two pillars which form earth uphold our childhood,
• 2:04:26
  Speaker 4: one had fallen away, and all the careful burden of
• 2:04:30
  Speaker 4: our tender years trembled upon the other. He that gave
• 2:04:34
  Speaker 4: her life to me, delightedly fulfilled all loving kindnesses, all
• 2:04:39
  Speaker 4: offices of watchful care, and trembling tenderness. He worked for both,
• 2:04:44
  Speaker 4: he prayed for both, he slept dreaming of both. Nor
• 2:04:48
  Speaker 4: was his love the less, because it was divided and shot,
• 2:04:53
  Speaker 4: four boughs on each side, laden with wholesome shade, wherein
• 2:04:58
  Speaker 4: we rested, sleeping or awake, and sung aloud the matting
• 2:05:02
  Speaker 4: song of life. She was my foster sister on one arm.
• 2:05:06
  Speaker 4: The flaxen ringlets of our infancies wandered the while we rested.
• 2:05:11
  Speaker 4: One soft lap pillowed us both. One common light of
• 2:05:15
  Speaker 4: eyes was on us as we lay our baby lips, kissing.
• 2:05:20
  Speaker 4: One bosom ever drew from thence the stream of life,
• 2:05:24
  Speaker 4: one stream, one life, one blood, one sustenance, which still
• 2:05:29
  Speaker 4: as thought grew large, still larger, molding all the house
• 2:05:33
  Speaker 4: of thought, perchance assimilated all our tastes and future fancies.
• 2:05:39
  Speaker 4: Tis a beautiful and pleasant meditation. What what eir, our
• 2:05:44
  Speaker 4: general mother meant me alone? Our mutual mother doubt to
• 2:05:48
  Speaker 4: both of us. So what was earliest mine? In earliest life?
• 2:05:52
  Speaker 4: I shared with her in whom myself remains, as was
• 2:05:56
  Speaker 4: our childhood. So our infancy, they tell me, was a
• 2:06:00
  Speaker 4: very miracle of fellow feeling and communion. They tell me
• 2:06:04
  Speaker 4: that we would not be alone. We cried when we
• 2:06:08
  Speaker 4: were parted. When I wept, her smile lit up the
• 2:06:12
  Speaker 4: rainbow on my tears, stayed on the cloud of sorrow.
• 2:06:17
  Speaker 4: That we loved the sound of one another's voices more
• 2:06:20
  Speaker 4: than the gray cuckoo loves his name, and learned to
• 2:06:24
  Speaker 4: lisp in tune together. That we slept in the same cradle,
• 2:06:27
  Speaker 4: always face to face, heart beating, time to heart, lip pressing,
• 2:06:33
  Speaker 4: lip folding, each other, breathing on each other, dreaming together,
• 2:06:38
  Speaker 4: dreaming of each other. They should have added till the
• 2:06:41
  Speaker 4: morning light sloped through the pines, upon the dewy pane,
• 2:06:46
  Speaker 4: falling and sealed our eyelids, and we woke to gaze
• 2:06:50
  Speaker 4: upon each other. If this be true, at thought of
• 2:06:53
  Speaker 4: which my whole soul languishes and faints, and hath no pulse,
• 2:06:58
  Speaker 4: no breath, as though a man in some still garden
• 2:07:01
  Speaker 4: should infuse rich a tar in the bosom of the rose,
• 2:07:06
  Speaker 4: till drunk with its own wine, and over full of sweetness,
• 2:07:11
  Speaker 4: and in smelling of itself it fall on its own thorns.
• 2:07:16
  Speaker 4: If this be true, and that way my wish leaneth
• 2:07:20
  Speaker 4: ever more still to believe it tis so sweet a thought, Why,
• 2:07:25
  Speaker 4: in the utter stillness of the soul, death questioned memory,
• 2:07:29
  Speaker 4: answer not nor tell of this our earliest, our closest, drawn,
• 2:07:35
  Speaker 4: most loveliest, most delicious union, Oh, happy, happy outset of
• 2:07:39
  Speaker 4: my days, Green springtide, April promise, glad new year of being, which,
• 2:07:47
  Speaker 4: with earliest violets and a lavish carol of clear throated
• 2:07:51
  Speaker 4: larks filled all the march of life. I will not
• 2:07:55
  Speaker 4: speak of THEE. These have not seen THEE. These can
• 2:07:59
  Speaker 4: never know THEE. They cannot understand me. Pass on then
• 2:08:03
  Speaker 4: a term of eighteen years. Ye would but laugh if
• 2:08:07
  Speaker 4: I should tell ye how I heard in thought those
• 2:08:09
  Speaker 4: rhymes the lion and the unicorn, the four and twenty
• 2:08:13
  Speaker 4: blackbirds boundbury Cross, the gander and the man of mitty Lean,
• 2:08:19
  Speaker 4: and all the quaint old scraps of ancient crones, which
• 2:08:23
  Speaker 4: are as gems set in my memory because she learned
• 2:08:26
  Speaker 4: them with me. Or what profits it to tell ye
• 2:08:30
  Speaker 4: that her father died just here, that daffodil was blown,
• 2:08:34
  Speaker 4: or how we found the giant seamen on the shore.
• 2:08:37
  Speaker 4: These things, unto the quiet daylight of your minds, are
• 2:08:41
  Speaker 4: cloud and smoke, but in the dark of mine show
• 2:08:44
  Speaker 4: traced with flame. Move with me to that hour which
• 2:08:49
  Speaker 4: was the hinge on which the door of hope, once turning,
• 2:08:53
  Speaker 4: opened far into the outward, until never closed again. I
• 2:08:57
  Speaker 4: well remember it was a glory morning, such a wan
• 2:09:01
  Speaker 4: as dawns. But once a season Mercury on such a
• 2:09:05
  Speaker 4: morning would have flung himself from cloud to cloud, and
• 2:09:09
  Speaker 4: swung with balanced wings to some small mountain. On that
• 2:09:14
  Speaker 4: day the year first felt his youth and strength from
• 2:09:17
  Speaker 4: such from his spring, moved smiling towards his summer. On
• 2:09:23
  Speaker 4: that day, love working shook his wings that charged the
• 2:09:27
  Speaker 4: winds with spiced may sweets from bound to bound, and
• 2:09:32
  Speaker 4: blew fresh fire into the sun, and from within burst
• 2:09:36
  Speaker 4: through the heated buds, and sent his soul into the
• 2:09:39
  Speaker 4: songs of birds, and touched far off his mountain altars,
• 2:09:44
  Speaker 4: his high hills with flame milder and purer. Up the
• 2:09:48
  Speaker 4: rocks we round the great pine shook lovely sounds of
• 2:09:53
  Speaker 4: joy that came on the sea wind, as mountain brooks
• 2:09:56
  Speaker 4: of blood ran free. The sunshine seemed to to brood
• 2:10:01
  Speaker 4: more warmly on the heart than on the brow. We
• 2:10:04
  Speaker 4: often paused, and looking back we saw the clefts and
• 2:10:08
  Speaker 4: openings in the hills, all filled with the blue valley
• 2:10:11
  Speaker 4: and the glistening brooks, and with the low, dark groves.
• 2:10:15
  Speaker 4: A land of love, where love was worshiped upon every height,
• 2:10:19
  Speaker 4: where love was worshiped under every tree, A land of promise,
• 2:10:24
  Speaker 4: flowing with the milk and honey of delicious memories down
• 2:10:27
  Speaker 4: to the sea. As far as I could can from
• 2:10:30
  Speaker 4: verge to verge. It was a holy land, still growing
• 2:10:34
  Speaker 4: holier as Eve neared the bay for where the temple stood.
• 2:10:38
  Speaker 4: When we had reached the grassy platform on the hill,
• 2:10:42
  Speaker 4: I stooped. I gathered the world herbs, and for her
• 2:10:46
  Speaker 4: brows and mine werere a chaplet of the self same flow,
• 2:10:50
  Speaker 4: which she took smiling, and with my work there crowned
• 2:10:53
  Speaker 4: her clear forehead. Once or twice, she told me, for
• 2:10:57
  Speaker 4: I remember all things, to let grow the flowers that
• 2:11:00
  Speaker 4: run poison in their veins, she said, the evil flourish
• 2:11:04
  Speaker 4: in the world. Nothing in nature is unbeautiful. So brother,
• 2:11:08
  Speaker 4: pluck and spare not. So I wove even the dull,
• 2:11:12
  Speaker 4: bloodied poppy, whose red flower hewed with the scarlet of
• 2:11:16
  Speaker 4: a fierce sunrise, like to the wild youth of an
• 2:11:19
  Speaker 4: evil king is without sweetness, but he crinds himself about
• 2:11:24
  Speaker 4: the secret poisons of his heart in his old age.
• 2:11:27
  Speaker 4: A graceful thought of hers graven on my fancy, as
• 2:11:31
  Speaker 4: I said, with ease, she ground her forehead. Oh, how
• 2:11:35
  Speaker 4: like a nymph, a stately mountain nymph she looked, how
• 2:11:39
  Speaker 4: native unto the hills. She trod on what an angel
• 2:11:43
  Speaker 4: had clothed with beams, My eyes fixed upon hers, almost
• 2:11:48
  Speaker 4: forgot to move again. My spirit leaped, as with those
• 2:11:51
  Speaker 4: thrills of bliss that shoot across the soul in prayer,
• 2:11:56
  Speaker 4: and show us that we are surely heard. Me thought
• 2:11:59
  Speaker 4: a light by from the garland I had woven, and
• 2:12:02
  Speaker 4: stood on solid glory on her bright black hair. A
• 2:12:06
  Speaker 4: light methought broke from her dark, dark eyes and shot
• 2:12:10
  Speaker 4: itself into the singing winds. A light methought flashed even
• 2:12:14
  Speaker 4: from her white robe, as from a glass in the sun,
• 2:12:17
  Speaker 4: and fell about my footsteps on the mountains. About sunset
• 2:12:22
  Speaker 4: we came, andto the hill of Woe, she called, because
• 2:12:26
  Speaker 4: the legend ran that long time since one rainy night,
• 2:12:30
  Speaker 4: when every wind blew loud, a woful man had thrust
• 2:12:34
  Speaker 4: his wife and child with shouts from off the bridge,
• 2:12:37
  Speaker 4: and following plunged into the dizzy chasm below. Below, sheer
• 2:12:41
  Speaker 4: through the black walled cliff. The rapid brook shot down
• 2:12:45
  Speaker 4: his inner thunders built above with matted bramble, and the
• 2:12:49
  Speaker 4: shining gloss of ivy leaves, whose low hung tresses dipped
• 2:12:54
  Speaker 4: in the fierce stream, bore downward with a wave. The
• 2:12:57
  Speaker 4: path was steep and lucy strewn, with rags, who mounted slowly.
• 2:13:02
  Speaker 4: Yet to both of us it was delight, not hindrance,
• 2:13:05
  Speaker 4: and to both delight from hardship, to be overcome and
• 2:13:09
  Speaker 4: scorn of perilous seeming, and to me intense delight and
• 2:13:13
  Speaker 4: rapture that I breathed, as with a sense of nied deity,
• 2:13:17
  Speaker 4: with her, to whom all outward fairest things were by
• 2:13:21
  Speaker 4: the busy mind referred compared as bearing no essential fruits
• 2:13:25
  Speaker 4: of excellence, save as they were the types and shadowings
• 2:13:29
  Speaker 4: of hers. And then that I came to her as
• 2:13:32
  Speaker 4: dutelary angel. As she rose, and with a fearful self
• 2:13:37
  Speaker 4: impelling joy, saw round her feet the country far away,
• 2:13:41
  Speaker 4: beyond the nearest Mantain's bosky brows burst into open prospect,
• 2:13:47
  Speaker 4: heath and hill and hollow lined and wooded to the
• 2:13:50
  Speaker 4: lips and steep down walls of battlemented rock, girded with
• 2:13:56
  Speaker 4: broom or shivered into peaks, and glory of broad waters
• 2:13:59
  Speaker 4: infused whence rose as it were breath and steam of gold,
• 2:14:04
  Speaker 4: and over all the great wood, rioting and climbing starred
• 2:14:08
  Speaker 4: its slender intervals with blossom tufts of purest white. At
• 2:14:13
  Speaker 4: a last framing the mighty landscap to the west, a
• 2:14:17
  Speaker 4: purple range of purple cones, between whose interspace is gushed
• 2:14:22
  Speaker 4: in blinding bursts, the incorporate light of sun and sea
• 2:14:27
  Speaker 4: at length upon the tremulous bridge that from beneath seamed
• 2:14:31
  Speaker 4: with a cobweb firmament to link. The earthquake shattered chasm,
• 2:14:36
  Speaker 4: sung with shrubs, who passed with tears of rapture. All
• 2:14:40
  Speaker 4: the west and even unto the middle South was ripped
• 2:14:44
  Speaker 4: and barred with bloom on bloom. The sun beneath held
• 2:14:48
  Speaker 4: for a space TwixT cloud and wave, showered down rays
• 2:14:52
  Speaker 4: of a mighty circle, and weaving over that varied wilderness,
• 2:14:56
  Speaker 4: A tissue of light and paralleled on the other side
• 2:14:59
  Speaker 4: of the moon, half melted into thin blue air, stood
• 2:15:03
  Speaker 4: still on pale and fibrous as a withered leaf, not
• 2:15:06
  Speaker 4: yet endured in presence of his eyes to imbue his luster,
• 2:15:12
  Speaker 4: most unloverlike, since in his absence, full of light and joy,
• 2:15:16
  Speaker 4: and giving light to others. But this chiefest, next to
• 2:15:20
  Speaker 4: her presence, whom I loved so well, spoke loudly, even
• 2:15:24
  Speaker 4: into my inmost heart, and to my outward hearing the
• 2:15:28
  Speaker 4: loud stream forth issuing from his portals in the crag
• 2:15:32
  Speaker 4: a visible link, and to the home of my heart
• 2:15:35
  Speaker 4: ran amber towards the west and nigh the sea, parting
• 2:15:39
  Speaker 4: my own loved mountains, was received, shorn of his strength,
• 2:15:44
  Speaker 4: into the sympathy of that small bay, which into open main,
• 2:15:48
  Speaker 4: glowing into mingling close beneath the sun spirit of love,
• 2:15:53
  Speaker 4: that little hour's bound shut in from time and delicate
• 2:15:58
  Speaker 4: to thee Thy fires from heaven have touched it, and
• 2:16:01
  Speaker 4: the earth they fell on became hallowed. Ever more we
• 2:16:05
  Speaker 4: turned our eyes met hers were bright, and mine were dim,
• 2:16:11
  Speaker 4: with floating tears that shot. The sunset in light rings
• 2:16:15
  Speaker 4: around me, and my name was born upon her breath.
• 2:16:19
  Speaker 4: Henceforth my name has been a hallowed memory, like the
• 2:16:23
  Speaker 4: names of fold assented glory, circled memory, and a peculiar treasure.
• 2:16:28
  Speaker 4: Brooking not exchanged your currency. And in that hour a
• 2:16:33
  Speaker 4: hope flowed round me like a golden mist, charmed amid
• 2:16:38
  Speaker 4: eddies of melodious airs. A moment ere the onward well
• 2:16:43
  Speaker 4: wind shattered, wavered, and floated, which was less than hope
• 2:16:48
  Speaker 4: because it lacked the power of perfect hope, but which
• 2:16:52
  Speaker 4: was more and higher than all hope, because all other
• 2:16:55
  Speaker 4: hope had at lower aim, even that this name is
• 2:16:59
  Speaker 4: which a seraph's lips to lend such gentle utterance, this
• 2:17:04
  Speaker 4: one name, in some obscure hereafter, might in breathe how
• 2:17:09
  Speaker 4: lovelier nobler than her life, her love with my life, love, soul, spirit,
• 2:17:17
  Speaker 4: and heart and strength.
• 2:17:19
  Speaker 2: Brother.
• 2:17:20
  Speaker 4: She said, let this be called henceforth the hill of Hope.
• 2:17:24
  Speaker 4: And I replied, our sister, my will is one with thine,
• 2:17:29
  Speaker 4: the hill of hope. Nonetheless, we did not change the name.
• 2:17:33
  Speaker 4: Love lieth deep, Love dwells knot in lip depths. Love
• 2:17:37
  Speaker 4: wraps her wings on either side the heart, constraining it
• 2:17:41
  Speaker 4: with kisses, clothes, hand wall, absorbing all the incense of
• 2:17:46
  Speaker 4: sweet thoughts, so that they passed not to the shrine
• 2:17:50
  Speaker 4: sound else had the life of that delighted hour, drunk
• 2:17:54
  Speaker 4: in the largeness of the utterance of love. But I
• 2:17:57
  Speaker 4: should earthly measure meet the heavens, the unmeasured or unlimited
• 2:18:01
  Speaker 4: love which Scarce contune his high majestic sense, and to
• 2:18:06
  Speaker 4: the thundersong that wields the spheres. Scarce living in the
• 2:18:11
  Speaker 4: Aeolian harmony and flowing odor of the spacious air, Scarce
• 2:18:16
  Speaker 4: housed in the circle of his earth, be cabined up
• 2:18:20
  Speaker 4: in words and syllables, which waste with the breath that
• 2:18:24
  Speaker 4: made the sooner earth might go round heaven, and the
• 2:18:27
  Speaker 4: straight girth of time enswathe the fullness of eternity. Then
• 2:18:32
  Speaker 4: language grasp the infinite of love, O day, which did
• 2:18:36
  Speaker 4: unwound that haber thou art blessed in the year's divinest day,
• 2:18:41
  Speaker 4: O genius of that hour, which dost uphold the coronal
• 2:18:46
  Speaker 4: of glory like a god amid thy melancholy mates, while
• 2:18:50
  Speaker 4: seen who walk before thee, and his eyes are dim
• 2:18:54
  Speaker 4: with gazing on the light and depth of thy Thy
• 2:18:57
  Speaker 4: name is ever worshiped among ours. Had I died, then
• 2:19:01
  Speaker 4: I had not seemed to die, for bliss stood round me,
• 2:19:06
  Speaker 4: like the lights of heaven that cannot fade, they are
• 2:19:09
  Speaker 4: so burning bright. Had I died, then I had not
• 2:19:13
  Speaker 4: known the death planting my feet against this mind of
• 2:19:17
  Speaker 4: time had thrown me on the vast And from this impulse,
• 2:19:22
  Speaker 4: continuing and gathering ever ever agglomerated swiftness, had lived that
• 2:19:29
  Speaker 4: intense moment through eternity. Oh had the power from whose
• 2:19:33
  Speaker 4: right hand the light of life issueth, and from whose
• 2:19:37
  Speaker 4: left hand floweth the shadow of death. Corennial effluences, whereof
• 2:19:43
  Speaker 4: to all that draw the wholesome are some, while the
• 2:19:46
  Speaker 4: one must overflow the other. Then had he stemmed my
• 2:19:51
  Speaker 4: day with night and driven my current to the fountain,
• 2:19:56
  Speaker 4: whence it sprang even his own abiding excellence on me.
• 2:20:02
  Speaker 4: Methinks that shock of gloom had fallen and felt unlike
• 2:20:06
  Speaker 4: the sun I gazed upon which lapped in, seeming to solution,
• 2:20:11
  Speaker 4: and dipping his head low beneath the verge, yet bearing
• 2:20:15
  Speaker 4: round about him his own day, in confidence of unabated strength,
• 2:20:20
  Speaker 4: steppeth from heaven to heaven, from light to light, and
• 2:20:24
  Speaker 4: holding his undimmed forehead far into a clear zenith, pure
• 2:20:30
  Speaker 4: of cloud, so bearing on, through being limitless the triumph
• 2:20:35
  Speaker 4: of this foretaste, I had merged glory in glory without
• 2:20:40
  Speaker 4: sense of change, which roared the shadow of the dawnwood
• 2:20:44
  Speaker 4: hill we passed from light to dark. On the other
• 2:20:48
  Speaker 4: side escooped a cavern and a mountain hall which none
• 2:20:52
  Speaker 4: have fathomed. If you go far in coundry, people rumor
• 2:20:57
  Speaker 4: you may hear the moaning of the woman and the
• 2:20:59
  Speaker 4: child shout in the secret chambers of the rock. I
• 2:21:03
  Speaker 4: too have heard a sound, perchance of streams running far
• 2:21:08
  Speaker 4: off within its inmost halls the home of darkness, but
• 2:21:12
  Speaker 4: the cavern mouth have overtrailed with a wanton weed, gives
• 2:21:17
  Speaker 4: birth to a brawling stream that, stepping lightly a down,
• 2:21:21
  Speaker 4: a natural stere of tangled roots is presently received in
• 2:21:26
  Speaker 4: a sweet grove of Egglantine, a place of burial, far
• 2:21:31
  Speaker 4: levier than its cradle, for unseen, but taken with the
• 2:21:35
  Speaker 4: sweetness of the place, it giveth out a constant melody
• 2:21:40
  Speaker 4: that drowns the nearer echoes lower down spreads out a
• 2:21:45
  Speaker 4: little lake that, flooding makes cushions of yellow sand, And
• 2:21:49
  Speaker 4: from the woods that belt it rise three dark cypresses.
• 2:21:54
  Speaker 4: These three cypresses symbols of mortal woe that men plant
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  Speaker 4: open for grace. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 4: the public domain. The Lover's Tale Part two by Alfred
• 2:22:15
  Speaker 4: Lord Tennyson read Forlibrivox dot or by Elaine Conway, England.
• 2:22:24
  Speaker 4: Hither we came, and, sitting down upon the golden moss,
• 2:22:28
  Speaker 4: held converse sweet and low low converse sweet, in which
• 2:22:33
  Speaker 4: our voices bore least part, told a love tale beside us,
• 2:22:38
  Speaker 4: How he wooed the waters and the crisped water's list,
• 2:22:43
  Speaker 4: the kisses of the wind, that sick with love, fainted
• 2:22:47
  Speaker 4: at intervals, and grew again to utterance of passion. He
• 2:22:51
  Speaker 4: cannot shape fancy so fair as is this memory. Bethought
• 2:22:56
  Speaker 4: all excellence that ever was, had drawn herself for many
• 2:23:01
  Speaker 4: thousand years, and all the separate edens of this earth
• 2:23:05
  Speaker 4: to send it in this place and time. I listened,
• 2:23:09
  Speaker 4: and her words stole with most prevailing sweetness into my heart,
• 2:23:15
  Speaker 4: as thronged fancies come all unawares into the poet's brain,
• 2:23:21
  Speaker 4: or as the dewdrops on the paddle hung when summer
• 2:23:24
  Speaker 4: winds break their soft sleep, with sighs, creep down into
• 2:23:29
  Speaker 4: the bottom of the flower. Her words were like a
• 2:23:32
  Speaker 4: coronal of wild blooms strung in the very negligence of art,
• 2:23:39
  Speaker 4: or in the art of nature, where each rose doth
• 2:23:42
  Speaker 4: faint upon the bosom of the other, flooding its angry
• 2:23:46
  Speaker 4: cheek with odorous tears, So each with each in woven,
• 2:23:51
  Speaker 4: lived with each and wearing union more than double sweet.
• 2:23:56
  Speaker 4: What marvel my Camilla told me, all if so happy
• 2:23:59
  Speaker 4: an hour, so sweet a place that I was as
• 2:24:03
  Speaker 4: the brother of her blood, and by that name was
• 2:24:07
  Speaker 4: wont to live in her speech, dear name, which had
• 2:24:10
  Speaker 4: too much of nearness in it, and heralded the distance
• 2:24:15
  Speaker 4: of this time. At first her voice was very sweet
• 2:24:18
  Speaker 4: and low, as though she were afeared of utterance. But
• 2:24:22
  Speaker 4: in the onward current of her speech, as echoes of
• 2:24:25
  Speaker 4: the hollow banked brooks are fashioned by the channel which
• 2:24:29
  Speaker 4: they keep, his words did of their meaning burrow sand.
• 2:24:33
  Speaker 4: Her cheek did catch the color of her words. I
• 2:24:37
  Speaker 4: heard and trembled, yet I could, but here my heart paused,
• 2:24:42
  Speaker 4: my raised eyelids would not fall. But still I kept
• 2:24:46
  Speaker 4: my eyes upon the sky, I seemed the only part
• 2:24:49
  Speaker 4: of time stood still, and saw the motion of all
• 2:24:52
  Speaker 4: other things. While her words, syllable bisyllable, like water drop
• 2:24:58
  Speaker 4: by drop upon my ear, fell And I wished, yet
• 2:25:02
  Speaker 4: wished her not to speak. But she spoke on, for
• 2:25:07
  Speaker 4: I did name no wish, what marvel my Camilla told me,
• 2:25:11
  Speaker 4: all her maiden dignities of hope and love. Perchance, she said, returned.
• 2:25:18
  Speaker 4: Even then the stars did tremble in their stations as
• 2:25:21
  Speaker 4: I gazed, But she spake on, for I did name
• 2:25:25
  Speaker 4: no wish, no wish, no hope. Hope was not wholly dead,
• 2:25:31
  Speaker 4: but breathing hard at the approach of death, updrawn in
• 2:25:35
  Speaker 4: expectation of her change. Camilla, my Camilla, who was mine
• 2:25:41
  Speaker 4: no longer in the dearest use of mine. The written
• 2:25:44
  Speaker 4: secrets of her inmost soul lay like an open squall
• 2:25:48
  Speaker 4: before my view, and my eyes red they read aright.
• 2:25:53
  Speaker 4: Her heart was Lionel's. It seemed as though a link
• 2:25:57
  Speaker 4: of some light chain within my inmost was riven in
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  Speaker 4: twain that life he did not flowed for me. And
• 2:26:06
  Speaker 4: the darkness of the grave, the darkness of the grave,
• 2:26:10
  Speaker 4: and at a night did swallow up my vision at
• 2:26:13
  Speaker 4: her feet, even the feet of her I loved. I
• 2:26:17
  Speaker 4: fell smit with exceeding sorrow unto death. Then had the
• 2:26:21
  Speaker 4: earth beneath me, yawning, given sign of convulsion, and though
• 2:26:26
  Speaker 4: hurried rifts sent up the moaning of unhappy spirits imprisoned
• 2:26:31
  Speaker 4: in her center with the heat of the unfolding element,
• 2:26:34
  Speaker 4: had the angels, the watchers at Heaven's gate pushed them apart,
• 2:26:41
  Speaker 4: and from the golden threshold had down rolled their heaviest thunder.
• 2:26:46
  Speaker 4: I had lain as still and blind and motionless as
• 2:26:50
  Speaker 4: then I lay, white, as quenched ashes cold, as were
• 2:26:54
  Speaker 4: the hopes of my lorn love. What happy air shall
• 2:26:57
  Speaker 4: woo the withered leaf fallen in the woods, or blasted
• 2:27:01
  Speaker 4: upon this bough. A lightning strike had come even from
• 2:27:05
  Speaker 4: that heaven in whose light I bloomed, and taken away
• 2:27:08
  Speaker 4: the greenness of my life, the blossom and the fragrance.
• 2:27:12
  Speaker 4: Who was cursed, but I who miserable, But I even
• 2:27:17
  Speaker 4: misery forget herself in that extreme distress, and with the
• 2:27:21
  Speaker 4: overdoing of her part, did fall away into oblivion. The
• 2:27:25
  Speaker 4: night in pity took away my day, because my grief,
• 2:27:28
  Speaker 4: as yet was newly born of two weak eyes to
• 2:27:32
  Speaker 4: look upon the light, and with the hasty notice of
• 2:27:35
  Speaker 4: the ear, frail life was startled from the tender love
• 2:27:38
  Speaker 4: of him. She breathed over what I had lain unto.
• 2:27:42
  Speaker 4: The bleached ivory dress had wound round my worn limbs,
• 2:27:47
  Speaker 4: and the wild briar had driven its knotted thorns through
• 2:27:50
  Speaker 4: my unpaining brows, leaning its roses on my faded eyes.
• 2:27:55
  Speaker 4: The wind had blown above me, and the rain had
• 2:27:58
  Speaker 4: fallen upon me, and the gilt its snake had nestled
• 2:28:01
  Speaker 4: in this bosomthrone of love. But I had been at
• 2:28:05
  Speaker 4: rest for evermore long time. Entrancement held me all too
• 2:28:09
  Speaker 4: soon life like a wanton to officious friend who will
• 2:28:14
  Speaker 4: not hear denial, vain and rude, will profer of unwished
• 2:28:18
  Speaker 4: for services. Entering all the avenues of sense, passed through
• 2:28:23
  Speaker 4: into the citadel the brain with hated warmth of apprehensiveness.
• 2:28:28
  Speaker 4: And first the chillness of the mountain stream smote on
• 2:28:31
  Speaker 4: my brow. And then I seemed to hear its murmur,
• 2:28:34
  Speaker 4: as the drowning seaman hears, who, with his head below
• 2:28:38
  Speaker 4: the surface, dropped listens the dreadful murmur, indistinct of the
• 2:28:42
  Speaker 4: confused seas, and notes not beyond the sandy lists. And
• 2:28:48
  Speaker 4: then came in I head. The white light of the
• 2:28:51
  Speaker 4: weary moon diffused and molten into flaky cloud. Was my
• 2:28:56
  Speaker 4: sight drunk that it did shape to me him who
• 2:29:00
  Speaker 4: owned that name, or had my fancy so lethargised discernment
• 2:29:06
  Speaker 4: in the sense that she acted the step day into
• 2:29:10
  Speaker 4: mine eyes, warping their nature till they ministered upon her
• 2:29:14
  Speaker 4: sweet conceits twere better. Thus, if so be that the
• 2:29:19
  Speaker 4: memory of that sand, with mighty evocation, had withdrawn the
• 2:29:24
  Speaker 4: fashion and the phantasm of the fall it would attached to,
• 2:29:28
  Speaker 4: there was no such thing. It was the man she loved,
• 2:29:32
  Speaker 4: even Lionel, the lover Lionel, the happy Lionel, all joy,
• 2:29:36
  Speaker 4: who drew the happy atmosphere of my unhappy size, fed
• 2:29:41
  Speaker 4: with my tears to him the honey juice of orient hope. Oh,
• 2:29:46
  Speaker 4: rather had some loathly gaspel, brow half burst, and from
• 2:29:50
  Speaker 4: the shroud in sere cloth bound the dead skin withering
• 2:29:54
  Speaker 4: on the fretted bone. The very spirit of paleness made
• 2:29:58
  Speaker 4: still paler. The shadowing moonlight fixed his eyes on mine,
• 2:30:03
  Speaker 4: horrible with the anger and the heat of the remorseful
• 2:30:07
  Speaker 4: soul alive within and damned unto his loathed tenement. He
• 2:30:12
  Speaker 4: thinks I could have sooner met that gaze. Oh how
• 2:30:15
  Speaker 4: her choice did leap forth from his eyes, Oh, how
• 2:30:19
  Speaker 4: love did clothe itself and smiles about his lips. This
• 2:30:23
  Speaker 4: was the very arch mock and insolence of uncontrolled fate,
• 2:30:27
  Speaker 4: with the effect Wade sees upon my head to twit
• 2:30:31
  Speaker 4: me with the cause. Why how was this? Could he
• 2:30:36
  Speaker 4: not walk what paths he chose, nor breathe what airs
• 2:30:40
  Speaker 4: he pleased? Was not the wide world free with all
• 2:30:44
  Speaker 4: her interchange of hill and plain to him as well
• 2:30:47
  Speaker 4: as me. I know not faith, but misery like a
• 2:30:51
  Speaker 4: fretful wayward child, refused to look his author in the face.
• 2:30:55
  Speaker 4: Must he come my way to? Was not the south,
• 2:30:59
  Speaker 4: the east, the west all open? If he had fallen
• 2:31:03
  Speaker 4: in love in twilight? Why should he come my way?
• 2:31:07
  Speaker 4: Robed in those robes of light I must not wear,
• 2:31:12
  Speaker 4: for that great crown of beams about his brows. Come
• 2:31:16
  Speaker 4: like an angel to a damned soul, to tell him
• 2:31:20
  Speaker 4: of the bliss he had with God. Come like a
• 2:31:23
  Speaker 4: careless and a greedy air, that scarce can wait the
• 2:31:26
  Speaker 4: reading of the will before he takes possession. Was mine
• 2:31:30
  Speaker 4: a mood to be invaded rudely, and not rather a
• 2:31:35
  Speaker 4: sacred secret unapproached, woe unspeakable. I was shut up with grief.
• 2:31:41
  Speaker 4: She took the body of my PA's delight, nodded and
• 2:31:45
  Speaker 4: swathed and balmed it for herself, and laid it in
• 2:31:49
  Speaker 4: a new hewn sepulcher where man had never lain. I
• 2:31:53
  Speaker 4: was led mute into her temple like a sacrifice. I
• 2:31:57
  Speaker 4: was the high priest in her holiest place, not to
• 2:32:01
  Speaker 4: the ladly broken in upon, oh friend, thoughts deep and
• 2:32:06
  Speaker 4: abby as these well nigh, oh a ball the limits
• 2:32:09
  Speaker 4: of my brain. But he bent o'er me and my neck.
• 2:32:13
  Speaker 4: His arm upstayed from earth. I thought it was an
• 2:32:17
  Speaker 4: ad it's fold, and once I strove to disengage myself,
• 2:32:21
  Speaker 4: but failed. I was so feeble. She was there too,
• 2:32:26
  Speaker 4: She bent above me too. Her cheek was pale, oh
• 2:32:30
  Speaker 4: very fair, and pale.
• 2:32:33
  Speaker 8: Rare.
• 2:32:33
  Speaker 4: Pity had stolen the living bloom away, as though a
• 2:32:37
  Speaker 4: red rose should change into a white one. Suddenly her eyes,
• 2:32:42
  Speaker 4: I saw, were full of tears in the morn, and
• 2:32:45
  Speaker 4: some few drops of that distressful rain, being wafted on
• 2:32:48
  Speaker 4: the wind, drove in my sight, and being there they
• 2:32:52
  Speaker 4: did break forth afresh in a new birth, mingled with
• 2:32:56
  Speaker 4: my own, and still bewept my grief keeping unchanged the
• 2:33:01
  Speaker 4: purport of their coinage. He long ringlets, drooping and beaten
• 2:33:06
  Speaker 4: with the plaining wind, did brush my forehead in their.
• 2:33:09
  Speaker 1: To and fro.
• 2:33:11
  Speaker 4: For in the sudden anguish of her heart, loosed from
• 2:33:14
  Speaker 4: their simple thrall had flowed abroad and onward, floating in
• 2:33:19
  Speaker 4: a full dark wave, parted on either side her argent neck,
• 2:33:24
  Speaker 4: mantling her form half way. She when I woke, after
• 2:33:28
  Speaker 4: my refluent health, made tender guest and answered, for I
• 2:33:33
  Speaker 4: spoke not for the sound of that dear voice, so
• 2:33:37
  Speaker 4: musically low, did now first heard with any sense of pain,
• 2:33:41
  Speaker 4: as it had taken life away before, choked all the
• 2:33:45
  Speaker 4: syllables that in my throat strove to uprise, laden with
• 2:33:49
  Speaker 4: mournful thanks from my full heart. And ever since that
• 2:33:53
  Speaker 4: hour my voice had somewhat faltered. And what wonder then,
• 2:33:58
  Speaker 4: when Hope died, part of her eloquence died with her.
• 2:34:02
  Speaker 4: He the blissful lover, too, from his great horde of happiness,
• 2:34:05
  Speaker 4: distilled some drops of solace, like a vain rich man that,
• 2:34:11
  Speaker 4: having always prospered in the world, folding his hands, deals
• 2:34:15
  Speaker 4: comfortable words to hearts wounded forever. Yet in truth, fair
• 2:34:20
  Speaker 4: speech was his, and delicate of phrase, falling in whispers
• 2:34:24
  Speaker 4: on the sense addressed more to the inward than the
• 2:34:28
  Speaker 4: outward ear as rain of the midsummer midnight soft scarce
• 2:34:33
  Speaker 4: heard recalling fragrance and the green of the dead spring,
• 2:34:38
  Speaker 4: such as in other minds had filmed the margins of
• 2:34:42
  Speaker 4: the recent wound. And why was I to darken their
• 2:34:45
  Speaker 4: pure love, if, as I knew, they too did love
• 2:34:49
  Speaker 4: each other because my own was darkened? Why was I
• 2:34:52
  Speaker 4: to stand within the level of their hopes, because my
• 2:34:55
  Speaker 4: hope was widowed like the cur in the child's adage?
• 2:34:59
  Speaker 4: Did I love commit? You know that I did love her?
• 2:35:02
  Speaker 4: To this present, my full awed love hath wanted not?
• 2:35:07
  Speaker 4: Did I love her? And could I look upon her?
• 2:35:09
  Speaker 4: Tearful eyes? Tears wept for me? For me weep at
• 2:35:14
  Speaker 4: my grief? What had she done to weep? Let my
• 2:35:18
  Speaker 4: heart break, Father, whom the gentlest airs of heaven should
• 2:35:23
  Speaker 4: kiss with an unwonted gentleness. Her love did murder mine?
• 2:35:28
  Speaker 4: What then she deemed? I wore a brother's mind. She
• 2:35:33
  Speaker 4: called me brother. She told me all her love, she
• 2:35:36
  Speaker 4: shall not weep the brightness of a burning thought. A
• 2:35:40
  Speaker 4: while betailing with the glooms of my dark will, moonlight
• 2:35:44
  Speaker 4: emerged did up unto itself upon the depths of an
• 2:35:49
  Speaker 4: unfathomed woe. Reflex of action started up at once, as
• 2:35:54
  Speaker 4: men do, from a vague and horrid dream, and, throwing
• 2:35:58
  Speaker 4: by all consciousness of self in eager haste, I shook
• 2:36:01
  Speaker 4: him by the hand. Then, flinging myself down upon my knees,
• 2:36:07
  Speaker 4: even where the grass was warm, were how lame, I
• 2:36:10
  Speaker 4: preyed aloud to God that he would hold the hand
• 2:36:13
  Speaker 4: of blessing over Lionel and her, whom he would make
• 2:36:17
  Speaker 4: his wedded wife, Camilla. May their days be golden days,
• 2:36:21
  Speaker 4: and their long life a dream of linked love from
• 2:36:25
  Speaker 4: which may rude death. Never startle them, but grow upon
• 2:36:29
  Speaker 4: them like a glorious vision of unconceived and awful happiness,
• 2:36:35
  Speaker 4: solemn but splendid, full of shapes and sounds, swallowing its
• 2:36:40
  Speaker 4: precedent in victory. Let them so love that men and
• 2:36:44
  Speaker 4: boys may say, lo how they love each other, till
• 2:36:48
  Speaker 4: their love shall ripen to a proverb and to all known,
• 2:36:52
  Speaker 4: when their faces are forgotten the land. And as for me, Camilla,
• 2:36:57
  Speaker 4: as for me, think not thy tears will make my
• 2:37:00
  Speaker 4: name grow green. The dew of tears is an wholesome dew.
• 2:37:05
  Speaker 4: The cause of hope is dried the life o'er the plant.
• 2:37:09
  Speaker 4: They will but sicken the sick plant more deem. Then
• 2:37:13
  Speaker 4: I love THEE. But as brothers do, so shalt thou
• 2:37:17
  Speaker 4: love me still as sisters do? Or if thou dreamst
• 2:37:20
  Speaker 4: aught further dream? But how I could have loved THEE
• 2:37:24
  Speaker 4: had there been nuneils to love us lovers loved again
• 2:37:28
  Speaker 4: by THEE. Or this, or somewhat like to this, I
• 2:37:32
  Speaker 4: spoke when I did see her weep so ruefully. For
• 2:37:35
  Speaker 4: sure my love should ne'er induce the front and mask
• 2:37:39
  Speaker 4: of hate, whom woeful ailments of an availing tears and
• 2:37:43
  Speaker 4: heart deep moans feed and envenom as the milky blood
• 2:37:48
  Speaker 4: of hateful herbs a subtle fanged snake. Shall love pledge
• 2:37:53
  Speaker 4: hatred in her bitter drugs, and batten on his poisons.
• 2:37:58
  Speaker 4: Love forbid, love hasseth not. The threshold of cold hate
• 2:38:02
  Speaker 4: and hate is strained beneath the roof of love. O Love,
• 2:38:06
  Speaker 4: with thy best love, dry up those tears shed for
• 2:38:10
  Speaker 4: the love of love. For though mine image, the subject
• 2:38:14
  Speaker 4: of thy power, be cold in her, yet like cold snow,
• 2:38:18
  Speaker 4: it maltereth in the source of those sad tears, and
• 2:38:22
  Speaker 4: feeds their downward flow. So love arraigned to judgment and
• 2:38:27
  Speaker 4: to death, received unto himself a part of blame, being guiltless,
• 2:38:33
  Speaker 4: as an innocent prisoner, who, when the woeful sentence hath
• 2:38:37
  Speaker 4: been passed, and all the clearness of his fame hath
• 2:38:40
  Speaker 4: gone beneath the shadow of the curse of men, first
• 2:38:43
  Speaker 4: falls asleep in swoon, wherefrom awake, and looking round upon
• 2:38:48
  Speaker 4: his fearful friends forthwith, and in his agony conceives a
• 2:38:53
  Speaker 4: shameful sense as of a cleaving crime. For whence without
• 2:38:58
  Speaker 4: some guilt should such brief be so dyed that hour
• 2:39:02
  Speaker 4: and fell into the abysom of forms out worn, but
• 2:39:07
  Speaker 4: not to be outworn, who never hailed another worth for
• 2:39:11
  Speaker 4: life that made it sensible? So dyed that hour, like
• 2:39:15
  Speaker 4: odor wrapped into the wind, borne into alien lands, and
• 2:39:19
  Speaker 4: far away there be some hearts so airy fashioned in
• 2:39:23
  Speaker 4: the death of love, if air they loved on that
• 2:39:26
  Speaker 4: sharp ridge of utmost doom, right highly above the perilous
• 2:39:30
  Speaker 4: seas of change and chance nay more holds out the
• 2:39:35
  Speaker 4: lights of cheerfulness as the tall ship that many a
• 2:39:39
  Speaker 4: dreary year knit to some dismal sandbank far at sea,
• 2:39:44
  Speaker 4: all through the lifelong hours of at a dark show,
• 2:39:47
  Speaker 4: a slanting light upon the dullness wave for me or
• 2:39:51
  Speaker 4: other hopes dis way from that which hung the frailest falling.
• 2:39:55
  Speaker 4: They fell, too, crashed link on link into the beaten earth,
• 2:39:59
  Speaker 4: and love did walk with banished hope no more it
• 2:40:03
  Speaker 4: was ill done to party sisters. Fair Love's arms were
• 2:40:07
  Speaker 4: wreathed about the neck of hope, and hope kissed love,
• 2:40:11
  Speaker 4: and Love drew in her breath in that close kiss,
• 2:40:14
  Speaker 4: and drank her whispered tales. They said that love would
• 2:40:18
  Speaker 4: die when hope was gone, and Love mourned long and
• 2:40:23
  Speaker 4: sorrowed after hope. At last she sought out memory, and
• 2:40:27
  Speaker 4: they trod the same old paths where love had walked
• 2:40:31
  Speaker 4: with hope, and memory fed the soul of love with tears.
• 2:40:36
  Speaker 4: From that time forth I would not see her more.
• 2:40:39
  Speaker 4: But many weary moons I lived alone, alone, and in
• 2:40:42
  Speaker 4: the heart of the great forest, sometimes upon the hills
• 2:40:46
  Speaker 4: beside the sea. All day I watched the floating owls
• 2:40:49
  Speaker 4: of shade, and sometimes on the shore, upon the sands.
• 2:40:53
  Speaker 4: Insensibly I drew her name, until the meaning of the
• 2:40:56
  Speaker 4: letters shot into my brain. Anon the wanton billow washed
• 2:41:01
  Speaker 4: them over, so they faded like my love. The hollow
• 2:41:04
  Speaker 4: caverns heard me, The black brooks of the mid forest
• 2:41:07
  Speaker 4: heard me. The soft winds, laden with thistledown and seeds
• 2:41:12
  Speaker 4: of flowers, paused in their cause to hear me, For
• 2:41:15
  Speaker 4: my voice was all of the The merry linnet knew me,
• 2:41:19
  Speaker 4: the squil knew me. And the dragonfly shot by me
• 2:41:23
  Speaker 4: like a flash of purple fire. The rough briar tore
• 2:41:26
  Speaker 4: my bleeding palms. The hemlock brow eye did strike my
• 2:41:31
  Speaker 4: forehead as I passed, Yet trod I not the wild
• 2:41:34
  Speaker 4: flowers in my path, nor bruise the wild bird egg.
• 2:41:39
  Speaker 4: Was this the end? Why grew we?
• 2:41:42
  Speaker 5: Then?
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  Speaker 4: Together? I the same plot? Why fed? Was the same
• 2:41:46
  Speaker 4: fountain drew the same sun? Why were our mothers branches
• 2:41:50
  Speaker 4: of one stem? Why were we one in all things
• 2:41:55
  Speaker 4: save in that where to have been one had been
• 2:41:58
  Speaker 4: the roof and crown of all? I hoped and feared
• 2:42:02
  Speaker 4: if that same nearness were fathered to this distance, and
• 2:42:06
  Speaker 4: that one vaunt courier, this double if affection living slew
• 2:42:11
  Speaker 4: love and sympathy hewed out the bosom sepulcher of sympathy.
• 2:42:16
  Speaker 4: Chiefly I sought the cavern and the hill where last
• 2:42:20
  Speaker 4: we roamed together, For the sound. The loud stream was pleasant,
• 2:42:24
  Speaker 4: and the wind came wornily with violet smiles. Sometimes all
• 2:42:28
  Speaker 4: day I sat within the cavern mouth, fitting my eyes
• 2:42:31
  Speaker 4: on those three cypress cones which spired above the wood,
• 2:42:36
  Speaker 4: and with mad hand tearing the bright leaves of the
• 2:42:39
  Speaker 4: ivy screen, I cast them in the noisy brook beneath,
• 2:42:42
  Speaker 4: and watched them till they vanished from my sight, beneath
• 2:42:46
  Speaker 4: the bower of wreathed egg lanterns, and all the fragments
• 2:42:50
  Speaker 4: of the living rock huge splinters, which is the sap
• 2:42:54
  Speaker 4: of earliest showers, or moisture of the vapor left in
• 2:42:58
  Speaker 4: clinging and the shrill store. One blast feeds it from
• 2:43:01
  Speaker 4: behind and scatters it before had shattered from the mountain.
• 2:43:07
  Speaker 4: So they fell, and with a shot half dug their
• 2:43:10
  Speaker 4: own graves in mine agony, till I make bear of
• 2:43:14
  Speaker 4: all the deep rich moss, wherewith the dashing runnel in
• 2:43:18
  Speaker 4: the spring had liveried them all over. In my brain,
• 2:43:22
  Speaker 4: the spirit seemed to flag from thought to thought, like
• 2:43:26
  Speaker 4: moonlight wandering through a mist. My blood crept like the
• 2:43:30
  Speaker 4: drains of a marsh through all my body. The motions
• 2:43:33
  Speaker 4: of my heart seemed far within me, unfrequent, low, as
• 2:43:37
  Speaker 4: though it told its pulses. And yet it shook me
• 2:43:40
  Speaker 4: that my frame did shudder, as it were drawn asunder
• 2:43:44
  Speaker 4: by the rack. But over the deep graves of hope
• 2:43:47
  Speaker 4: and fear, the wreck of ruined life and shattered thought
• 2:43:51
  Speaker 4: brooded one master passion evermore light to a low, hung
• 2:43:55
  Speaker 4: and earthbery sky above some great metropolis earth shocked, hung
• 2:44:01
  Speaker 4: round with ragged rimmed, burning folds in bathing, all with
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  Speaker 4: wild and woeful hues, great hills of ruins and collapsed
• 2:44:11
  Speaker 4: masses of thunder shaken columns, indistinct and fused together in
• 2:44:17
  Speaker 4: the tyrannous light. So gazed I on the ruins of
• 2:44:20
  Speaker 4: that thought which was the playmate of my youth for
• 2:44:24
  Speaker 4: which I lived, and breathed, the dew, the sun, the rain,
• 2:44:29
  Speaker 4: and to the growth of body and of mind, the blood,
• 2:44:33
  Speaker 4: the breath, the feeling, and the motion, the slope into
• 2:44:37
  Speaker 4: the current of my years, which drove them onward made
• 2:44:41
  Speaker 4: them sensible. The precious jewel of my honored life. Ere,
• 2:44:45
  Speaker 4: while close couched in golden happiness, now proved counterfeit was
• 2:44:51
  Speaker 4: shaken out and trampled on, left to its own decay.
• 2:44:55
  Speaker 4: Sometimes I thought Camilla was no more. Someone had told
• 2:44:59
  Speaker 4: me she was dead and asked me if I could
• 2:45:01
  Speaker 4: see her burial. Then I seemed to rise and throw
• 2:45:05
  Speaker 4: the forest shadow born. With more than mortal swiftless, I
• 2:45:08
  Speaker 4: ran down the sleepy sea bank till I came upon
• 2:45:12
  Speaker 4: the rear of a procession calving round the silver sheeted bay,
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  Speaker 4: in front of which six stately virgins all in white.
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  Speaker 4: Up are a broad heath, sweeping pool of whitest lawn
• 2:45:26
  Speaker 4: wreathed round the bier, with garlands in the distance. From
• 2:45:30
  Speaker 4: out the yellow woods upon the hill looked forth the
• 2:45:33
  Speaker 4: summit and the pinnacles of a gray steeple. All the pageantry,
• 2:45:39
  Speaker 4: save those six virgins which upheld the bier, were stolled
• 2:45:43
  Speaker 4: from head to foot in flowing black. One walked abreast
• 2:45:47
  Speaker 4: with me and veiled his brow, and he was loud
• 2:45:50
  Speaker 4: in weeping and in praise of the departed. A strong
• 2:45:55
  Speaker 4: sympathy shook all my soul. I flung myself upon him,
• 2:46:00
  Speaker 4: in tears and cries. I told him all my love,
• 2:46:04
  Speaker 4: I had loved her from the first whereat. He shrunk
• 2:46:07
  Speaker 4: and held, and from his bride, drew back his hand
• 2:46:11
  Speaker 4: to push me from him, And the face, the very
• 2:46:14
  Speaker 4: face and form of Lionel, flashed through my eyes into
• 2:46:18
  Speaker 4: my innermost brain. And at his feet I seemed to
• 2:46:21
  Speaker 4: faint and fall, to fall and die away. I could
• 2:46:25
  Speaker 4: not rise, albeit I strove to follow. They passed on
• 2:46:30
  Speaker 4: the lordly phantasms in their floating folds. They passed and
• 2:46:34
  Speaker 4: were no more. But I had fallen prone by the
• 2:46:37
  Speaker 4: dashing runnel on the grass, always the inaudible, invisible thought,
• 2:46:43
  Speaker 4: artificer and subject, lord and slave, shaped by the audible
• 2:46:48
  Speaker 4: and divisible, molded the audible and visible, all crisped. Sounds
• 2:46:54
  Speaker 4: of wave and leaf and wind, flattered the fancy of
• 2:46:58
  Speaker 4: my fading brain. The storm, paviliant element, the wood, the mountain,
• 2:47:03
  Speaker 4: the three cypresses, the cave, were wrought into the tissue
• 2:47:07
  Speaker 4: of my dream. The moanings in the forest, the loud
• 2:47:11
  Speaker 4: stream awoke me not but were a part of sleep.
• 2:47:15
  Speaker 4: And voices in the distance calling to me and in
• 2:47:18
  Speaker 4: my vision bidding me dream on, like sounds within the twilight,
• 2:47:22
  Speaker 4: realms of dreams which wander around the bases of the hills,
• 2:47:26
  Speaker 4: and murmur in the low dropped eaves of sleep, faint
• 2:47:30
  Speaker 4: within the portals. Oftentimes the vision had fair prelude in
• 2:47:35
  Speaker 4: the end, opening on darkness, stately vestibules to cares and
• 2:47:41
  Speaker 4: shows of death. Whether the mind, with the revenge, even
• 2:47:44
  Speaker 4: to itself unknown, made a strange division of its suffering
• 2:47:49
  Speaker 4: with her whom to have suffering viewed has been extremest pain,
• 2:47:54
  Speaker 4: Or that the clear eyed spirit being blasted in the
• 2:47:57
  Speaker 4: present grew at length prophetical and prescient of what air
• 2:48:03
  Speaker 4: the future had installed all that which most unchains believe.
• 2:48:07
  Speaker 4: The sorrow of my spirit was of so wide a
• 2:48:11
  Speaker 4: compass it took in all I had left. But my
• 2:48:14
  Speaker 4: dull agony ideally to her transferred became anguish intolerable. The
• 2:48:20
  Speaker 4: day waned alone, I sat with her about my brow.
• 2:48:25
  Speaker 4: Her warm breath floated in the utterance of silver corded tones.
• 2:48:30
  Speaker 4: Her lips were sundered with smiles of tranquil bliss, which
• 2:48:35
  Speaker 4: broke in light like morning from her eyes, her eloquent eyes.
• 2:48:41
  Speaker 4: So I have seen them many hundred times, filled all
• 2:48:45
  Speaker 4: with clear, pure fire. Through mine down rained their spirit,
• 2:48:50
  Speaker 4: searching splendors as a vision. And to a haggard prisoner,
• 2:48:55
  Speaker 4: Iron stayed in damp and dismal dungeons underground, confined on
• 2:49:01
  Speaker 4: points of faith, when strength shocked with torment and expectancy
• 2:49:06
  Speaker 4: of worse upon the morrow, through the ragged walls, all unawares,
• 2:49:11
  Speaker 4: before his half shut eyes comes in upon him in
• 2:49:15
  Speaker 4: the dead of night, and with the excess of sweetenness
• 2:49:20
  Speaker 4: and of awe makes the heart tremble, and the eyes
• 2:49:23
  Speaker 4: went over upon his steely guives. So those fair eyes
• 2:49:29
  Speaker 4: shone on my darkness, forms which ever stood within the
• 2:49:32
  Speaker 4: magic circle of memory, invisible but deathless, waiting still the
• 2:49:38
  Speaker 4: edit of the will to reassume the semblance of those
• 2:49:43
  Speaker 4: rare realities of which they were. That the mirrors near
• 2:49:47
  Speaker 4: the light which was their life, burst through the cloud
• 2:49:51
  Speaker 4: of thought, keen, irrepressible. It was a room within the
• 2:49:56
  Speaker 4: summer house of which I spoke, hungr and with paintings
• 2:50:01
  Speaker 4: of the sea, and won a vessel in mid ocean,
• 2:50:04
  Speaker 4: high heaved, prow clambering, the mast bent, and the Revin
• 2:50:09
  Speaker 4: wind in her cell, roaring from the hour to day.
• 2:50:13
  Speaker 4: Betwixt the closest ivies, came a broad and solid beam
• 2:50:16
  Speaker 4: of isolated light, crowded with driving atoms and fowls. Landing
• 2:50:23
  Speaker 4: upon that picture from prime youth, well known, well loved,
• 2:50:28
  Speaker 4: she drew it long ago forth, gazing on the waiand
• 2:50:31
  Speaker 4: open sea one morning, when the uplown billow ran shoreward
• 2:50:36
  Speaker 4: beneath red clouds, and I had poured into the shadowing
• 2:50:40
  Speaker 4: pencil's naked forms, color and life. It was a bond
• 2:50:44
  Speaker 4: and seal of friendship, spoken of with tearful smiles, a
• 2:50:49
  Speaker 4: monument of childhood and of love, the poesy of childhood,
• 2:50:54
  Speaker 4: my lost glove symboled in storm. We gazed on it
• 2:50:58
  Speaker 4: together in mute and glad remembrance, and each heart grew
• 2:51:02
  Speaker 4: closer to the other, and the eye was riveted and
• 2:51:06
  Speaker 4: charm bound, gazing like the Indian and a still eyed
• 2:51:10
  Speaker 4: snake low crouched a beauty witches death. When all at
• 2:51:15
  Speaker 4: once that painted vessel, as with inner life, can rock
• 2:51:20
  Speaker 4: and heave upon that painted sea an earthquake. My loud
• 2:51:24
  Speaker 4: heart beats made the ground roll under us, and all
• 2:51:28
  Speaker 4: at once soul, life and breath and motion passed and
• 2:51:33
  Speaker 4: flowed away to those unreal billows round and round a
• 2:51:39
  Speaker 4: well wind court and bore us mighty guives, rapid and
• 2:51:43
  Speaker 4: vast of hissing spray wind driven far through the dizzy
• 2:51:48
  Speaker 4: dark aloud, she shrieked, My heart was cloven with pain.
• 2:51:53
  Speaker 4: I wound my arms about her. We whirled giddily. The
• 2:51:57
  Speaker 4: wind sung, but I clasped her without fear. Her weight
• 2:52:01
  Speaker 4: shrank in my grasp and over my dim eyes and
• 2:52:05
  Speaker 4: parted lips, which drank her breath down hung the jawls
• 2:52:09
  Speaker 4: of death. I, screaming from me, flung the empty phantom.
• 2:52:14
  Speaker 4: All the sway and swirl of the storm dropped to
• 2:52:17
  Speaker 4: windless calm, and I down welted through the dark, ever
• 2:52:21
  Speaker 4: and ever end of poem. This recording is in the
• 2:52:27
  Speaker 4: public domain and of the suppressed poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson.