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Rampolli-George MacDonald · Edgar Allan Poe Poems

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  Speaker 1: Rambolli growths from a long planted route, being translations new
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  Speaker 1: and old, chiefly from the German by George McDonald. This
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  Speaker 1: is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot org. Rampolli by George McDonald. Preface. I think
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  Speaker 1: every man who can should help his people to inherit
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  Speaker 1: the earth by bringing into his own of the wealth
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  Speaker 1: of other tongues in the flower pots of translation. I
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  Speaker 1: offer these few exotics with no little labor taught to exist.
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  Speaker 1: I hope to breathe in English air. Such labor is
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  Speaker 1: to me no less serious than delightful. To do a
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  Speaker 1: man's work in the process of carrying over more injury
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  Speaker 1: than must be is a serious wrong. I have endeavored,
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  Speaker 1: first of all, to give the spirits of the poetry. Next,
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  Speaker 1: I have sought to retain each individual meaning that goes
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  Speaker 1: to form the matter of the poem. Third, I have
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  Speaker 1: aimed at preserving the peculiar mode, the aroma of the
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  Speaker 1: poet's style, so far as I could do it without
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  Speaker 1: offense to the translating English. Fourth, both rhythm and rhyme,
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  Speaker 1: being essential elements of every poem in which they are used.
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  Speaker 1: I have sought to respect them rigorously. Fifth spirit, matter
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  Speaker 1: and form truly represented. The more literal the translation, the
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  Speaker 1: more satisfactory will be the result. After all, translation is
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  Speaker 1: but a continueuous effort after the impossible. There is in
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  Speaker 1: it a general difficulty whose route has a thousand ramifications,
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  Speaker 1: the whole affair being but an accommodation of difficulties, and
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  Speaker 1: a perfect translation from one language into another a thing
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  Speaker 1: that cannot be effected. One is even tempted to say
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  Speaker 1: that in the whole range of speech there is no
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  Speaker 1: such thing as a synonym. Much difficulty arises from the
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  Speaker 1: comparative paucity in English of double or feminine rhymes. But
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  Speaker 1: I can remember only one case in which, yielding to impossibility,
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  Speaker 1: I have sacrificed the feminine rhyme. Where one thing or
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  Speaker 1: another must go, the less valuable must be the victim.
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  Speaker 1: But sometimes a whole passage has had to suffer that
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  Speaker 1: a specially poetic line might retain its character. With regard
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  Speaker 1: to the Hymns to the Knights and the Spiritual Songs
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  Speaker 1: of Friedrich von Hardenberg, commonly called Novalis. It is desirable
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  Speaker 1: to mention that they were written when the shadow of
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  Speaker 1: the death of his betrothed had begun to thin, before
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  Speaker 1: the approaching dawn of his own new life. He died
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  Speaker 1: in eighteen o one at the age of twenty nine.
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  Speaker 1: His parents belonged to the sect called Moravians, but he
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  Speaker 1: had become a Roman Catholic. In the few poems from
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  Speaker 1: the Italian I have found the representation of the feminine
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  Speaker 1: rhymes so frequent in that language an impossibility. End of
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  Speaker 1: preface read by Our Mapstone. Hymns to the Knight from
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  Speaker 1: Novalis by George MacDonald Redflibrevox dot Org by Olanmapstone. Before
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  Speaker 1: all the wondrous shows of the widespread space around him,
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  Speaker 1: what living sentient thing loves not the all joyous light,
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  Speaker 1: with its colors, its rays and undulations, its gentle omnipresence
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  Speaker 1: in the form of the wakening day, the giant world
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  Speaker 1: of the unresting constellations inhales it as the innermost soul
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  Speaker 1: of life, and floats dancing in its azure flood. The
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  Speaker 1: sparkling ever tranquils Stone, the thoughtful imbibing plant, and the
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  Speaker 1: wild burning multiform beast world inhales it but more than all,
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  Speaker 1: the lordly stranger, with the meaning eyes, the swaying walk,
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  Speaker 1: and the sweetly closed, melodious lips. Like a king over
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  Speaker 1: earthly nature, it rouses every force to countless transformations, binds
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  Speaker 1: and unbinds innumerable alliances, hangs its heavenly form around every
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  Speaker 1: earthly substance. Its presence alone reveals the marvelous splendor of
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  Speaker 1: the kingdoms of the world. Aside, I turn to the holy, unspeakable,
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  Speaker 1: mysterious night. Afar lies the world sunk in a deep grave,
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  Speaker 1: waste and lonely is its place in the cords of
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  Speaker 1: the bosom blows a deep sadness. I am ready to
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  Speaker 1: sink away in drops of dew and mingle with the ashes,
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  Speaker 1: the distances of memory, the wishes of youth, the dreams
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  Speaker 1: of childhood, the brief joys in vain hopes of a
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  Speaker 1: whole long life, arising gray garments like an evening vapor
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  Speaker 1: after the sunset in other regions, the light has pitched
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  Speaker 1: its joyous tents. What if it should never return to
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  Speaker 1: its children who wait for it with the faith of innocence.
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  Speaker 1: What springs up all at once, so sweetly boding in
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  Speaker 1: my heart and stills the soft air of sadness. Dost
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  Speaker 1: thou also take a pleasure in us dusky night? What
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  Speaker 1: hold'st thou under thy mantle, that, with hidden power affects
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  Speaker 1: my soul? Precious balm drips from thy hand out of
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  Speaker 1: its bundle of poppies. Thou upliftest the heavy laden pinions
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  Speaker 1: of the soul. Darkly and inexpressibly are we moved joy startled?
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  Speaker 1: I see a grave countenance, that tender and worshipful inclines
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  Speaker 1: towards me, and amid manifold entangled locks, reveals the youthful
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  Speaker 1: loveliness of the mother. How poor and childish a thing
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  Speaker 1: seems to me now the light, how joyousome welcome the
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  Speaker 1: departure of the day. Didst thou not only therefore, because
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  Speaker 1: the night turns away from thee thy servants strew in
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  Speaker 1: the gulfs of space, those flashing globes, to proclaim in
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  Speaker 1: seasons of thy absence, thy omnipotence, and thy return more
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  Speaker 1: heavenly than those glittering stars. We hold the eternal eyes
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  Speaker 1: which the night hath opened within us. Further they see
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  Speaker 1: than the palest of those countless hosts, needing no aid
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  Speaker 1: from the light. They penetrate the depths of a loving
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  Speaker 1: soul that fills a loftier region with bliss, ineffable glory.
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  Speaker 1: To the Queen of the world, to the great prophetess
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  Speaker 1: of holier worlds, to the foster mother of blissful love.
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  Speaker 1: She sends THEE to me, Thou tenderly beloved the gracious
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  Speaker 1: sun of the Knight. Now am I awake? For now
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  Speaker 1: am i thine am mine? Thou hast made me know
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  Speaker 1: the Knight and brought her to me to be my life.
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  Speaker 1: Thou hast made of me a man. Consume my body
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  Speaker 1: with the ardor of my soul, that I turn to
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  Speaker 1: finer air. May mingle more closely with THEE, and then
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  Speaker 1: our bridal Knight, endure forever, End the poem. This recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. Hymns to the Night from
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  Speaker 1: novalis Part two by George MacDonald read for Liiberwox dot
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  Speaker 1: Org by our Mapstone. Must the morning always return? Will
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  Speaker 1: the despotism of the earthlee never cease? Unholy activity consumes
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  Speaker 1: the angel visit of the night. Will the time never
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  Speaker 1: come when Love's hidden sacrifice shall burn eternally? To the light.
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  Speaker 1: A season was set. But everlasting and boundless is the
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  Speaker 1: dominion of the night. Endless is the duration of sleep,
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  Speaker 1: Holy sleep, gladden not to seldom in this earthly day labor.
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  Speaker 1: The devoted servants of the night fools alone mistake thee,
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  Speaker 1: knowing nought of sleep, but the shadow, which, in the
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  Speaker 1: glooming of the real night Thou pitifully castest over us.
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  Speaker 1: They feel THEE not in the golden flood of the grapes,
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  Speaker 1: in the magic oil of the almond tree, and the
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  Speaker 1: brown juice of the poppy. They know not that it
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  Speaker 1: is thou who haunted the bosom of the tender maiden
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  Speaker 1: and makest a heaven of her lap. Never suspect it
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  Speaker 1: ist thou, the portress of Heaven, that steppest to meet them.
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  Speaker 1: Out of ancient stories, bearing the key to the dwellings
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  Speaker 1: of the blessed, silent messenger of secrets. Infinite end of poem.
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  Speaker 1: Recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Hymns to the Night from Novalis Part three by George
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  Speaker 2: mac Donald, read for LibriVox dot Org by Sandra three.
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  Speaker 2: Once when I was shedding bitter tears, when dissolved in pain,
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  Speaker 2: my hope was melting away, and I stood alone by
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  Speaker 2: the barren hillock, which, in its narrow, dark bosom hid
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  Speaker 2: the vanished form of my life, lonely as never yet
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  Speaker 2: was lonely man, driven by anguish, unspeakable, powerless, and no
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  Speaker 2: longer aught, but a conscious misery. As there, I looked
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  Speaker 2: about me for help, unable to go on or to
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  Speaker 2: turn back, and clung to the fleeting, extinguished life with
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  Speaker 2: an endless longing. Then out of the blue distances from
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  Speaker 2: the hills of my ancient bliss, came a shiver of twine,
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  Speaker 2: and at once snapped the bond of birth. The fetter
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  Speaker 2: of the light away fled the glory of the world,
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  Speaker 2: and with it my morning. The sadness flowed together into
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  Speaker 2: a new, unfathomable world. Thou soul of the night heavenly slumber,
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  Speaker 2: didst come upon me? The region gently upheaved itself, and
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  Speaker 2: over it hovered my unbound, newborn spirit. The hillock became
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  Speaker 2: a cloud of dust, and through the cloud I saw
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  Speaker 2: the glorified face of my beloved. In her eyes, eternity reposed.
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  Speaker 2: I laid hold of her hands, and the tears became
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  Speaker 2: a sparkling chain that could not be broken. Into the distance,
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  Speaker 2: swept by like a tempest thousands of years on her neck,
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  Speaker 2: I welcomed the new life with ecstatic tears. Never was
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  Speaker 2: such another dream then first and ever since, I hold
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  Speaker 2: fast an eternal, unchangeable faith in the heaven of the
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  Speaker 2: Night and its son, the Beloved and of section three.
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  Speaker 2: This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Hymns to
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  Speaker 2: the Night from Novalis Part four by George mac Donald,
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  Speaker 2: read for LibriVox dot Org by Sandra four. Now I
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  Speaker 2: know when will come the last morning, when the light
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  Speaker 2: no more scares away night and love, when sleep shall
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  Speaker 2: be without waking, and but one continuous dream. I feel
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  Speaker 2: in me a celestial exhaustion. Long and weariful was my
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  Speaker 2: pilgrimage to the Holy Grave, And crushing was the cross.
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  Speaker 2: The crystal wave, which imperceptible to the ordinary sense, springs
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  Speaker 2: in the dark bosom of the hellock against whose foot
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  Speaker 2: breaks the flood of the world. He who has tasted it,
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  Speaker 2: He who has stood on the mountain frontier of the world,
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  Speaker 2: and looked across into the new land, into the abode
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  Speaker 2: of the night. Barely he turns not again into the
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  Speaker 2: tumult of the world, into the land where dwells the
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  Speaker 2: light in ceaseless unrest. On those heights he builds for
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  Speaker 2: himself tabernacles, tabernacles of peace. There longs and loves and
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  Speaker 2: gazes across, until the welcomest of all hours draws him
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  Speaker 2: down into the waters of the spring afloat. Above remains
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  Speaker 2: what is earthly and is swept back in storms. But
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  Speaker 2: what became wholly by the touch of love runs free
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  Speaker 2: through hidden ways to the region beyond, where, like odors
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  Speaker 2: it mingles with love asleep, still wakest thou cheerful light
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  Speaker 2: the weary man to his labor, and into me poreest
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  Speaker 2: gladsome life. But thou whilest me not away from memory's
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  Speaker 2: moss grown monument. Gladly, while I bestir the deedy hands everywhere,
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  Speaker 2: behold where thou hast need of me be, Praise the
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  Speaker 2: rich pomp of thy splendor. Pursue unwearied, the lovely harmonies
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  Speaker 2: of thy skilled handicraft, gladly, contemplate the thoughtful pace of
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  Speaker 2: thy mighty radiant clock. Explore the balance of the forces
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  Speaker 2: and the laws of the wondrous play of countless worlds
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  Speaker 2: and their seasons. But true to the Knight remains my
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  Speaker 2: secret heart, and to creative love her daughter. Canst thou
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  Speaker 2: show me a heart eternally true? Has thy son friendly
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  Speaker 2: eyes that know me? Do thy stars lay hold of
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  Speaker 2: my longing hand? Do they return me the tender pressure
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  Speaker 2: and the caressing word? Was it thou didst bedeck them
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  Speaker 2: with colors and a flickering outline? Or was it she
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  Speaker 2: who gave to thy jewels a higher, a dearer significance?
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  Speaker 2: What delight? What pleasure offers thy life to outweigh the
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  Speaker 2: transports of death wears not everything that inspirits us the
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  Speaker 2: livery of the Knight, thy Mother. It is she who
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  Speaker 2: brings THEE forth, and to her thou owest all thy glory.
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  Speaker 2: Thou wouldst vanish into thyself. Thou wouldst dissipate in boundless
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  Speaker 2: space if she did not hold thee fast, if she
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  Speaker 2: swallowed thee. Not so that thou grewest warm and flaming,
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  Speaker 2: gavest birth to the universe. Verily I was before thou wast.
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  Speaker 2: The Mother sent me with my sisters to inhabit thy world,
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  Speaker 2: to sanctify it with love, that it might be an
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  Speaker 2: ever present memorial, To plant it with flowers, unfading. As
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  Speaker 2: yet they have not ripened, these thoughts divine. As yet
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  Speaker 2: is there small trace of our coming apocalypse? One day
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  Speaker 2: thy clock will point to the end of time, and
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  Speaker 2: then thou shalt be as one of us, and shalt
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  Speaker 2: full of ardent longing, be extinguished and die. I feel
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  Speaker 2: in me the clothes of thy activity. I taste heavenly
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  Speaker 2: freedom and happy restoration with wild pangs. I recognize thy
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  Speaker 2: distance from our home, thy feud with the ancient lordly heaven.
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  Speaker 2: Thy rage and thy raving are in vain, inconsumable stands
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  Speaker 2: the cross victory flag of our race over I pilgrim,
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  Speaker 2: where every pain, po zest only of pleasure shall one
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  Speaker 2: day remain. Yet a few moments then free am I
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  Speaker 2: and intoxicated in love's lap lie life everlasting lifts wave
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  Speaker 2: like at me. I gaze from its summit down after
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  Speaker 2: thee O sun, thou must vanish yon hillock beneath a
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  Speaker 2: shadow will bring thee thy cooling wreath. O draw at
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  Speaker 2: my hard love, draw till I am gone, that fallen asleep,
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  Speaker 2: I still may love on. I feel the flow of
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  Speaker 2: death's youth giving flood to balsam, and ether it changes
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  Speaker 2: my blood, I live all the daytime in faith and
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  Speaker 2: in my knight, in holy rapture. I die every night
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  Speaker 2: and a poem. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Hymns to the Night from novalis Part five by George MacDonald,
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  Speaker 2: read for LibriVox dot Org by Sandra. In ancient times,
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  Speaker 2: an iron fate lured at it with dumb force over
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  Speaker 2: the widespread families of men. A gloomy oppression swast their
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  Speaker 2: anxious souls. The earth was boundless, The abode of the
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  Speaker 2: gods and their home from eternal ages, stood its mysterious structure.
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  Speaker 2: Beyond the red hills of the morning. In the sacred
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  Speaker 2: bosom of the sea dwelt the Sun, the all enkindling,
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  Speaker 2: live luminary, an aged giant up bore the happy world.
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  Speaker 2: Prisoned beneath mountains lay the first born Sun of Mother Earth,
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  Speaker 2: helpless in their destroying fury against the new glorious race
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  Speaker 2: of gods and their kindred, glad hearted men. Ocean's dusky
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  Speaker 2: green abyss was the lap of a goddess. In the
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  Speaker 2: crystal grottoes reveled a wanton folk. Rivers, trees, flowers, and
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  Speaker 2: beasts had human wits sweeter tasted the wine poured out
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  Speaker 2: by youth impersonated. A god was in the grape clusters,
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  Speaker 2: a loving, motherly goddess upgrew in the full golden sheaves.
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  Speaker 2: Love's sacred carousel was a sweet worship of the fairest
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  Speaker 2: of the goddesses. Life reveled through the centuries like one springtime,
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  Speaker 2: an ever variegated festival of the children of heaven and
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  Speaker 2: the dwellers on the earth. All races childlike adored the
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  Speaker 2: ethereal thousandfold flame as the one sublimest thing in the world.
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  Speaker 2: It was but a fancy, a horrible dream shape, that
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  Speaker 2: fierceome to the merry tables, strode and wrapped the spirit
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  Speaker 2: in wild consternation. The gods themselves here counsel knew nor
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  Speaker 2: showed to fill the stifling heart with consolation. Mysterious was
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  Speaker 2: the monster's pathless road, whose rage would heed no prayer
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  Speaker 2: and no oblation. Twas death, who broke the banquet up
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  Speaker 2: with fears, with anguish, with dire pain and bitter tears.
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  Speaker 2: Eternally from all things here disparted that sway the heart
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  Speaker 2: with pleasure's joyous flow, divided from the loved whom broken hearted, vain,
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  Speaker 2: longing tosses, and unceasing woe in a dull dream, to struggle,
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  Speaker 2: faint and thwart. It seemed all was granted to the dead.
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  Speaker 2: Below broke lay the merry wave of human glory on
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  Speaker 2: death's inevitable promontory. With daring flight, aloft thoughts, pinions sweep
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  Speaker 2: the horrid thing with beauty's rogue. Men cover until youth
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  Speaker 2: puts out his torch to sleep. Sweet comes the end,
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  Speaker 2: like moaning lute of lover, cool shadow floods or melting
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  Speaker 2: memory creep, so sang the song for misery. Was them over,
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  Speaker 2: Still undeciphered, lay the endless night, the solemn symbol of
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  Speaker 2: a far off night. The old world began to decline.
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  Speaker 2: The pleasure garden of the young race withered away up
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  Speaker 2: into opener regions, and desolate, forsaking his childhood, struggled the
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  Speaker 2: growing man. The gods vanished with their retinue nature still
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  Speaker 2: alone and lifeless. Dry number and rigid measure bound her
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  Speaker 2: with iron chains as into dust and air. The priceless
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  Speaker 2: blossoms of life fell away in words obscure. Gone was
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  Speaker 2: wonder working faith and the all transforming, all uniting Angel comrade.
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  Speaker 2: The imagination. A cold north wind blue unkindly over the
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  Speaker 2: torpid plain, and the wonderland first froze, then evaporated into ether,
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  Speaker 2: the far depths of heaven, filled with flashing worlds, into
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  Speaker 2: the deeper sanctuary, into the more exalted region of the mind.
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  Speaker 2: The soul of the world retired, with all her powers,
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  Speaker 2: there to rule until the dawn should break. Of the
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  Speaker 2: glory universal. No longer was the light, the abode of
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  Speaker 2: the gods and the heavenly token of their presence. They
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  Speaker 2: cast over them the veil of the night. The night
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  Speaker 2: became the mighty womb of revelations. Into it the gods
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  Speaker 2: went back and fell asleep to go abroad in new
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  Speaker 2: and more glorious shapes. Over the transfigured world. Among the people,
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  Speaker 2: which untimely ripe was become of all the most scornful
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  Speaker 2: and insolently hostile to the blessed innocence of youth, appeared
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  Speaker 2: the new world in guys never seen before. In the
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  Speaker 2: song favoring Hut of Poverty, a son of the first
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  Speaker 2: Maid and Mother, the eternal fruit of mysterious embrace, the
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  Speaker 2: fore seeing, rich, blossoming wisdom of the East at once
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  Speaker 2: recognized the beginning of the New Age. A star showed
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  Speaker 2: it the way to the lowly cradle of the King.
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  Speaker 2: In the name of the far reaching future, they did
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  Speaker 2: a homage with luster and odor, the highest wonders of nature.
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  Speaker 2: In solitude, the heavenly heart unfolded itself to a flower
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  Speaker 2: chalice of almighty love, upturned to the supreme face of
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  Speaker 2: the Father, and resting on the blissboding bosom of the
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  Speaker 2: sweetly solemn Mother. With deifying fervor, the prophetic eye of
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  Speaker 2: the blooming child beheld the years to come. Foresaw, untroubled
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  Speaker 2: over the earthly lot of his own days, the beloved
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  Speaker 2: offspring of his divine stem ere long. The most childlike
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  Speaker 2: souls by true love, marvelously possessed, gathered about him like flowers,
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  Speaker 2: sprang up a new strange life in his presence, words
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  Speaker 2: inexhaustible in tidings. The most joyful fell like sparks of
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  Speaker 2: a divine spirit from his friendly lips. From a far shore,
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  Speaker 2: came a singer borne under the clear sky of hellas
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  Speaker 2: to Palestine, and gave up his whole heart to the
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  Speaker 2: marvelous child. The youth Art Thou who ages long hast
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  Speaker 2: stood upon our graves lost in a maze of weening
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  Speaker 2: sign in the darkness of God's tidings good whence hints
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  Speaker 2: of growth, humanity is gleaning for that we long on,
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  Speaker 2: that we sweetly brood, which erst in woe had lost
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  Speaker 2: all life and meaning. In everlasting life, death found its goal.
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  Speaker 2: For thou art death, and thou first makest us hoe
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  Speaker 2: Filled with joy, the singer went on to Industan, his
• 24:52
  Speaker 2: heart intoxicated with sweetest love, and poured it out in
• 24:56
  Speaker 2: fiery songs under that tender sky, so that a thousand
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  Speaker 2: hearts bowed to him, and the good news sprang up
• 25:03
  Speaker 2: with a thousand branches. Soon after the singer's departure, his
• 25:07
  Speaker 2: precious life was made a sacrifice for the deep fall
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  Speaker 2: of man. He died in his youth, torn away from
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  Speaker 2: his loved world, from his weeping mother and his trembling friends.
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  Speaker 2: His lovely mouth emptied the dark cup of unspeakable wrongs.
• 25:22
  Speaker 2: In horrible anguish. The birth of the new world drew near.
• 25:27
  Speaker 2: Hard he wrestled with the terrors of old death. Heavy
• 25:30
  Speaker 2: lay the weight of the old world upon him. Yet
• 25:34
  Speaker 2: once more he looked kindly at his mother. Then came
• 25:37
  Speaker 2: the releasing hand of the love eternal, and he fell
• 25:40
  Speaker 2: asleep only a few days. Hung a deep veil over
• 25:44
  Speaker 2: the roaring sea, over the quaking land. Countless tears wept
• 25:49
  Speaker 2: his loved ones. The mystery was unsealed. Heavenly spirits heaved
• 25:54
  Speaker 2: the ancient stone from the gloomy grave. Angels sat by
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  Speaker 2: the sleeper, sweetly out bodied from his dreams, Awaked in new,
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  Speaker 2: godlike glory, he clumbed the apex of the new born world,
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  Speaker 2: buried with his own hand the old corpse in the
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  Speaker 2: forsaken cavity, and with hand Almighty laid upon it the
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  Speaker 2: stone which no power shall again upheave. Yet weep thy
• 26:19
  Speaker 2: loved ones over thy grave, tears of joy, tears of emotion,
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  Speaker 2: tears of endless thanksgiving. Ever afresh with joyous start, see
• 26:29
  Speaker 2: THEE rise again and themselves with THEE. Behold THEE weep
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  Speaker 2: with soft fervor on the blessed bosom of Thy Mother.
• 26:37
  Speaker 2: Walk in thoughtful communion with thy friends, uttering words plucked
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  Speaker 2: as from the tree of life. See THEE hasten, full
• 26:44
  Speaker 2: of longing, into Thy Father's arms, bearing with THEE youthful
• 26:48
  Speaker 2: humanity and the inexhaustible cup of the golden future. Soon
• 26:52
  Speaker 2: the Mother hastened after THEE in heavenly triumph. She was
• 26:56
  Speaker 2: the first with THEE in the new home. Since then,
• 26:59
  Speaker 2: long ages have flowed past, and in splendor, ever increasing
• 27:03
  Speaker 2: hath bestirred itself thy new creation, and thousands have, out
• 27:07
  Speaker 2: of pangs and tortures, followed THEE, filled with faith and
• 27:11
  Speaker 2: longing in truth. And our walking about with THEE and
• 27:15
  Speaker 2: the heavenly Virgin in the Kingdom of Love, minister in
• 27:18
  Speaker 2: the temple of heavenly death, and are forever thine. Uplifted
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  Speaker 2: is the stone, and all mankind is risen. We all
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  Speaker 2: remain thine own and vanished is our prison. All troubles
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  Speaker 2: flee away before thy golden cup. For earth nor life
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  Speaker 2: can stay when with our Lord we sup to the marriage.
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  Speaker 1: Death.
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  Speaker 2: Doth call no virgin hold us back. The lamps burn
• 27:44
  Speaker 2: lustrous all of oil, there's no lack. Would thy far
• 27:48
  Speaker 2: feet were waking the echoes of our street, and that
• 27:52
  Speaker 2: the stars were making signal with voices sweet to THEE,
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  Speaker 2: O Mother Maiden. Ten thousand hearts aspire in this life
• 28:01
  Speaker 2: sorrow laden THEE. Only they desire in THEE. They hope
• 28:05
  Speaker 2: for healing in THEE. Expect true rest. When thou their
• 28:10
  Speaker 2: safety ceiling shalt clasp them to thy breast with disappointment
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  Speaker 2: burning who made in hell their bed at last from
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  Speaker 2: this world, turning to thee have looked and fled hopeful
• 28:23
  Speaker 2: Thou hast appeared to us in many a pain. Now
• 28:26
  Speaker 2: to thy home where neared not to go out again.
• 28:30
  Speaker 2: Now at no grave are weeping such as to love
• 28:32
  Speaker 2: and pray. The gift that love is keeping from none
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  Speaker 2: is taken away to soothe and quieter our longing night
• 28:40
  Speaker 2: comes and stills the smart Heaven's children round us thronging.
• 28:45
  Speaker 2: Now watch and ward our heart. Courage for life is
• 28:50
  Speaker 2: striding to endless life along the sense in love abiding
• 28:54
  Speaker 2: grows clearer and more strong. One day, the stars down
• 28:59
  Speaker 2: dripping shall flow in golden wine. We of that nectar,
• 29:04
  Speaker 2: sipping as living stars shall shine. Free from the tongue
• 29:09
  Speaker 2: emerges love to die nevermore fulfilled. Life heaves and surges
• 29:15
  Speaker 2: the sea without ashore all night, all blissful leisure, one
• 29:20
  Speaker 2: jubilating ode, and the son of all our pleasure, the
• 29:24
  Speaker 2: countenance of God and of poem. The slibber Fox recordings
• 29:29
  Speaker 2: in the public domain.
• 29:36
  Speaker 1: Hinged the night from novalis Part six Longing after Death
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  Speaker 1: by George MacDonald read forlibrevokx dot Org by Alan Mapstone.
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  Speaker 1: Into the bosom of the earth, Out of the light's dominions,
• 29:58
  Speaker 1: Death's pains are but the bursting forth of glad departures, pinions.
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  Speaker 1: Swift in the narrow little boat, Swift to the heavenly
• 30:09
  Speaker 1: shore we float. Blessed be the everlasting night, and bless
• 30:16
  Speaker 1: the endless slumber. We are heated with the day, too bright,
• 30:21
  Speaker 1: and withered up with cumber. We're weary of that life abroad. Come.
• 30:27
  Speaker 1: We will now go home to God. Why longer in
• 30:32
  Speaker 1: this world abide? Why love and truth here? Cherish that
• 30:37
  Speaker 1: which is old is set aside for us the new
• 30:41
  Speaker 1: may perish alone. He stands and soar down cast who
• 30:47
  Speaker 1: loves with pious warmth? The past? The past, where yet
• 30:52
  Speaker 1: the human spirit, in lofty flames did rise, where men
• 30:57
  Speaker 1: the Father did inherit his countenance, recognize and in simplicity
• 31:05
  Speaker 1: made ripe. Many grew like their archetype. The past, wherein
• 31:11
  Speaker 1: still rich in bloom old stems did Burgin glorious and
• 31:16
  Speaker 1: children for the world to come sought pain and death victorious,
• 31:22
  Speaker 1: And though both life and pleasure spake. Yet many a
• 31:27
  Speaker 1: heart for love did break the past. Where to the
• 31:32
  Speaker 1: glow of youth, God yet himself declareed and early death
• 31:38
  Speaker 1: in loving truth, the young beheld and dare ed, anguish
• 31:44
  Speaker 1: and torture, patient bore to prove they loved him as
• 31:48
  Speaker 1: of yore with anxious yearning. Now we see that past
• 31:54
  Speaker 1: in darkness, drenshed with this world's water. Never we shall
• 31:59
  Speaker 1: find our hot thirst quenchet to our old home. We
• 32:04
  Speaker 1: have to go that blessed time again to know what.
• 32:09
  Speaker 1: Yet doth hinder our return? Since long repose are precious,
• 32:15
  Speaker 1: Their grave is of our life. The born we shrink
• 32:19
  Speaker 1: from times ungracious. By not a hope are we decoyed.
• 32:25
  Speaker 1: The heart is full, The world is alloyed, infinite and
• 32:31
  Speaker 1: mysterious thrills through me a sweet trembling, as if from
• 32:36
  Speaker 1: far there echoed thus a sigh our grief, resembling the
• 32:42
  Speaker 1: dear ones long as well as I, and send to
• 32:46
  Speaker 1: me their waiting sigh. Down to the sweet bride, and
• 32:51
  Speaker 1: away to the beloved Jesus courage. The evening shades grow
• 32:57
  Speaker 1: gray of all our griefs. To please us, a dream
• 33:02
  Speaker 1: would ash our chains apart. And they us on the
• 33:06
  Speaker 1: Father's Heart and a poem The sichornis in the public domain.
• 33:19
  Speaker 3: Spiritual songs from Novalas number one by George MacDonald read
• 33:24
  Speaker 3: for Librovox dot Org by Larry Wilson. Without thee? What
• 33:30
  Speaker 3: were life her being? Without thee? What had I not
• 33:33
  Speaker 3: grown from fear and anguish, vainly fleeing? I in the
• 33:38
  Speaker 3: world had stood alone for all I loved, could trust
• 33:42
  Speaker 3: no shelter the future A dim gulf had lain. And
• 33:46
  Speaker 3: when my heart, in tears did welter to whom had
• 33:50
  Speaker 3: I poured out my pain? Consumed in love and longing
• 33:55
  Speaker 3: lonely each day had worn the night's dull face with
• 33:59
  Speaker 3: hot tears. I had followed only afar life's wildly rushing
• 34:04
  Speaker 3: race th rest for me, tumultuous, driven a hopeless sorrow
• 34:10
  Speaker 3: by the hearth, Who that had not a friend in heaven,
• 34:14
  Speaker 3: could to the end hold out on earth. But if
• 34:17
  Speaker 3: his heart once Jesus bareth, and iye of him right,
• 34:21
  Speaker 3: sure can be how soon a living glory scareth the
• 34:24
  Speaker 3: bottomless obscurity manhood in him, first man attaineth his fate
• 34:30
  Speaker 3: in him transfigured glows on freezing iceland India gaineth and
• 34:36
  Speaker 3: round the loved one blooms and blows. Life grows a
• 34:40
  Speaker 3: twilight softly stealing. The world speaks all of love and glee,
• 34:45
  Speaker 3: for every wound grows herb of healing, and every heart
• 34:49
  Speaker 3: beats full and free. Ay his ten thousand gifts, receiving,
• 34:54
  Speaker 3: humble like him, his knees embrace, sure that we share
• 34:59
  Speaker 3: his presence. Living when two are gathered in one place, Forth,
• 35:05
  Speaker 3: forth to all highways and hedges, Compel the wanderers to
• 35:09
  Speaker 3: come in, Stretch out the hand that good will pledges,
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  Speaker 3: and gladly call them to their kin. See heaven high
• 35:17
  Speaker 3: over earth, up dawning in faith, we see it rise
• 35:21
  Speaker 3: and spread to all with us, One's spirit owning to
• 35:24
  Speaker 3: them with us tis opened an ancient heavy guilt illusion
• 35:29
  Speaker 3: haunted our hearts, a changeless doom. Blindly we strayed in
• 35:34
  Speaker 3: Knight's confusion. Gladness and grief alike, consume whate'er we did.
• 35:40
  Speaker 3: Some law was broken, mankind appeared God's enemy, And if
• 35:45
  Speaker 3: we thought the heavens had spoken, they spoke, But death
• 35:49
  Speaker 3: and misery the heart of life, the fountain swelling, an
• 35:53
  Speaker 3: evil creature lay therein. If more light shone into our
• 35:58
  Speaker 3: dwelling more unrest. Only did we win down to the earth,
• 36:03
  Speaker 3: and iron fetter fast held us trembling captive crew fear
• 36:08
  Speaker 3: of law's sword, grim death. The wetter did swallow up
• 36:11
  Speaker 3: hope's residue. Then came a savior to deliver a son
• 36:17
  Speaker 3: of man in love and might, a holy fire of
• 36:20
  Speaker 3: life all giver he and our hearts was fant alight.
• 36:25
  Speaker 3: Then the first heaven opened, and no fable our own
• 36:29
  Speaker 3: old fatherland, we trod to hope and trust. We straight
• 36:32
  Speaker 3: were able, and you ourselves akin to God. Then vanish sins,
• 36:38
  Speaker 3: old specter dismal. Our every step grew glad and brave,
• 36:43
  Speaker 3: best natal gift in right baptismal their own faith men
• 36:47
  Speaker 3: their children gave holy in him life. Since Hath floated
• 36:51
  Speaker 3: a happy dream through every heart, We to his love
• 36:55
  Speaker 3: and joy, devoted scarce know the moment we depart still
• 37:00
  Speaker 3: standeth in his wondrous glory, the holy loved one, with
• 37:03
  Speaker 3: his own his crown of thorns. His faithful stories still move,
• 37:07
  Speaker 3: our hearts still make us groan. Whoso from deadly sleep
• 37:12
  Speaker 3: will waken and grasp his hand of sacrifice into his
• 37:16
  Speaker 3: heart with us is taken to ripen a fruit of
• 37:19
  Speaker 3: paradise in the poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 37:32
  Speaker 3: Spiritual Songs from Novallas number two by George MacDonald read
• 37:37
  Speaker 3: from librovox dot org by Larry Wilson. Dawn far eastward
• 37:43
  Speaker 3: on the mountain gray old times are growing young from
• 37:47
  Speaker 3: the flashing color fountain. I will quaffe it deep and long,
• 37:51
  Speaker 3: granted boone to longing's long privation. Sweet love in divine
• 37:55
  Speaker 3: transfiguration comes at last, our old Earth's native all, Heaven's
• 38:00
  Speaker 3: one child, simple kind blows again in song creative round
• 38:06
  Speaker 3: the earth. A living wind blows to clear new flames
• 38:09
  Speaker 3: that rush together, sparks extinguished long by earthly weather everywhere,
• 38:15
  Speaker 3: from graves up, springing rises, new born life, new blood,
• 38:20
  Speaker 3: endless peace up to us, bringing dive see underneath life's flood.
• 38:26
  Speaker 3: Stands in midst with full hands, eyes caressing hardly, waits
• 38:30
  Speaker 3: the prayer to grant the blessing. Let his mild looks
• 38:34
  Speaker 3: of invading deep into thy spirit go by his blessedness, unfading. Thou,
• 38:39
  Speaker 3: thy heart possessed, shalt know hearts of all men, spirits,
• 38:44
  Speaker 3: all and senses mingle and a new glad dance commences.
• 38:49
  Speaker 3: Grasp his hands with boldness, yearning, stamp his face thy heart,
• 38:53
  Speaker 3: upon turning toward him, ever turning thou the flower must
• 38:58
  Speaker 3: face thy son, who to him his heart's less fold
• 39:02
  Speaker 3: unfoldeth true as wife's His heart forever holdeth ours. Is
• 39:07
  Speaker 3: now that Godhead splendor, at whose name we used to
• 39:11
  Speaker 3: quake south and north. Its breathes, tender, heavenly germs, at
• 39:15
  Speaker 3: once awake. Let us then, in God's full garden labor,
• 39:19
  Speaker 3: and to every bud and bloom be neighbor in the poem.
• 39:25
  Speaker 3: This recording is in the public domain. Spiritual songs from
• 39:34
  Speaker 3: novalis number three by George mac Donald, read for Leprovox
• 39:39
  Speaker 3: dot Org by Larry Wilson, who in his chamber sitteth
• 39:44
  Speaker 3: lonely and weepeth heavy bitter tears, to whom, in doleful
• 39:49
  Speaker 3: colors only of want and woe the world appears, who
• 39:54
  Speaker 3: of the past, gulf like receding, would search with questing
• 39:57
  Speaker 3: eyes the core down into which, as we woe pleading,
• 40:01
  Speaker 3: wiles him from all sides, evermore, as if a treasure,
• 40:05
  Speaker 3: past believing lay there below for him, high piled after
• 40:10
  Speaker 3: whose lock with bosom heaving he breathless grasps and longing wild.
• 40:17
  Speaker 3: He sees the future waste and arid in hideous length
• 40:21
  Speaker 3: before him stretch about. He roams alone and harried, and
• 40:25
  Speaker 3: seeks himself, poor, restless, wretch. I fall upon his bosom, tearful.
• 40:31
  Speaker 3: I once, like THEE, with woe, was wan, But I
• 40:34
  Speaker 3: grew well, am strong and cheerful, and know the eternal
• 40:38
  Speaker 3: rest of man. Thou too must find the one consoler
• 40:42
  Speaker 3: who only loved, endured, and died even for them that
• 40:46
  Speaker 3: wrought his dolor with thousandfold rejoicing dide he died, and
• 40:51
  Speaker 3: yet fresh each tomorrow his love and him thy heart
• 40:55
  Speaker 3: doth hold. Thou mayst console for every sorrow him and
• 40:59
  Speaker 3: thy arms with ardor fold. New blood shall from his
• 41:03
  Speaker 3: heart be driven through by dead bones like living wine.
• 41:08
  Speaker 3: And once thy heart to him is given, then is
• 41:11
  Speaker 3: his heart forever thine. What thou didst lose, he keeps
• 41:15
  Speaker 3: it for THEE with him thy lost love thou shalt find.
• 41:19
  Speaker 3: And what his hand doth once restore thee, that hand
• 41:22
  Speaker 3: to THEE will changeless bind into poem. This recording is
• 41:28
  Speaker 3: in the public domain. Spiritual Songs from Novallas number four
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  Speaker 3: by George MacDonald read for librovox dot Org by Larry Wilson,
• 41:44
  Speaker 3: of the thousand hours me meeting and with gladsome promise,
• 41:48
  Speaker 3: greeting one alone hath kept its faith one wherein Ah
• 41:53
  Speaker 3: sorely grieved in my heart I first perceived who for
• 41:56
  Speaker 3: us did die? The death all to dust. My world
• 42:00
  Speaker 3: was beaten as a worm had through them eaten, withered
• 42:04
  Speaker 3: in me, bud and flower. All my life had sought
• 42:07
  Speaker 3: or cherished in the grave, had sunk and perished. Pain
• 42:11
  Speaker 3: set in my ruined bower. While I thus, in silent
• 42:15
  Speaker 3: sighing ever wept on death, still crying still to sad
• 42:19
  Speaker 3: delusions tied all at once, the night was cloven from
• 42:23
  Speaker 3: my grave, The stone was hoven, and my inner doors
• 42:27
  Speaker 3: thrown wide. Whom I saw and who the other asked me?
• 42:31
  Speaker 3: Not or friend or brother sight, seeing once and evermore
• 42:36
  Speaker 3: lone in all life's eaves and borrows, this hour only
• 42:41
  Speaker 3: like Mars sorrows ever shines my eyes before in the poem.
• 42:48
  Speaker 3: This recordingness in the public domain. Spiritual Songs from novalis
• 42:58
  Speaker 3: number five by George mac Donald read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 3: Org by Larry Wilson. If I him but have if
• 43:07
  Speaker 3: he be but mine, If my heart hence to the grave,
• 43:11
  Speaker 3: ne'er forgets his love divine, know I not of sadness,
• 43:15
  Speaker 3: feel I not but worship love and gladness. If I
• 43:19
  Speaker 3: him but have please from all I part follow on
• 43:23
  Speaker 3: my pilgrim staff, None but him with honest heart, leave
• 43:28
  Speaker 3: the rest not sane on broad, bright and crowded highway strain.
• 43:34
  Speaker 3: If I him but have glad to sleep, I sink
• 43:37
  Speaker 3: from his heart. The flood he gave shall to mine
• 43:40
  Speaker 3: be food and drink, and with sweet compelling mine shall
• 43:44
  Speaker 3: soften deep throughout it, dwelling. If I him but have mine,
• 43:49
  Speaker 3: the world I hail happy like a cherub grave, holding
• 43:53
  Speaker 3: back the virgin's veil. I deep, sunk and gazing, hear
• 43:57
  Speaker 3: no more the earth o'er its poor praise. Where I
• 44:01
  Speaker 3: have but him is my fatherland. Every gift a precious gem,
• 44:05
  Speaker 3: come to me from his own hand. Brothers long deplored,
• 44:10
  Speaker 3: low in his disciples, all restored in the poem. This
• 44:15
  Speaker 3: recording is in the public domain. Spiritual Songs from Novalas
• 44:25
  Speaker 3: number six by George mac Donald read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 3: Org by Larry Wilson. My faith to thee, I break
• 44:33
  Speaker 3: not if all should faithless, be that gratitude forsake not
• 44:38
  Speaker 3: the world eternally for my sake, death didsting THEE with anguish,
• 44:44
  Speaker 3: keen and sore. Therefore with joy, I bring THEE this
• 44:48
  Speaker 3: heart for evermore oft weep I like a river that
• 44:52
  Speaker 3: thou art dead, And yet so many of thine, thee,
• 44:55
  Speaker 3: giver of life, life long forget by love alone, possessed
• 45:01
  Speaker 3: such great things Thou hast done, But thou art dead, Oh, blessed,
• 45:05
  Speaker 3: and no one thinks thereon Thou stand'st with love unshaken
• 45:09
  Speaker 3: ever by every man. And if by all forsaken, art
• 45:13
  Speaker 3: still the faithful one? Such love must win. The restle
• 45:17
  Speaker 3: at last thy love. They'll see weep bitterly and nestle
• 45:21
  Speaker 3: like children to thy knee. Thou, with thy love hast
• 45:24
  Speaker 3: found me. Oh, do not let me go. Keep me
• 45:28
  Speaker 3: where thou hast bound me till one with THEE I
• 45:31
  Speaker 3: grow My brothers yet will waken one look to heaven,
• 45:34
  Speaker 3: will dart, then sink down love o'ertaken, and fall upon
• 45:38
  Speaker 3: thy heart in the poem. This recording is in the
• 45:42
  Speaker 3: public domain. Spiritual songs from novalis number seven hymn by
• 45:54
  Speaker 3: George mac Donald read for Librovox dot org by Laurie Wilson.
• 46:00
  Speaker 3: Few understand the mystery of love, no insatiable, this and
• 46:05
  Speaker 3: thirst eternal of the last Supper. The divine meaning is
• 46:09
  Speaker 3: to the earthly senses a riddle. But he that ever
• 46:12
  Speaker 3: from warm beloved lips drew breath of life in whom
• 46:16
  Speaker 3: the holy glow ever melted the heart in trembling waves,
• 46:20
  Speaker 3: Whose eye ever opened so as to fathom the bottomless
• 46:24
  Speaker 3: deeps of heaven, will eat of his body and drink
• 46:27
  Speaker 3: of his blood everlastingly? Who of the earthly body has
• 46:31
  Speaker 3: divined the lofty sense? Who can say that he understands
• 46:35
  Speaker 3: the blood? One day all is body, one body, in
• 46:40
  Speaker 3: heavenly blood swims the blissful tube. Oh that the ocean
• 46:45
  Speaker 3: were even now flushing, and in odorous flesh, the rock
• 46:49
  Speaker 3: were upswelling. Never endeth the sweet repast. Never doth love
• 46:54
  Speaker 3: satisfy itself, Never close enough, never enough its own? Can
• 46:59
  Speaker 3: it have the beloved by ever tenderer lips transformed, The
• 47:04
  Speaker 3: partaken grows deeper, grows nearer, pleasure, more ardent thrills through
• 47:10
  Speaker 3: the soul, Thirstier and hungrier becomes the heart, And so
• 47:15
  Speaker 3: endure the love's delight, from everlasting to everlasting. Had the
• 47:20
  Speaker 3: refraining tasted, but once all had they left to set
• 47:24
  Speaker 3: themselves down with us to the table of longing, which
• 47:28
  Speaker 3: will never be bare. Then had they known love's infinite
• 47:32
  Speaker 3: fullness and commended the sustenance of body and blood in
• 47:37
  Speaker 3: the poem. This recording is in the public domain. Spiritual
• 47:47
  Speaker 3: Songs from Novallas number eight by George mac Donald read
• 47:52
  Speaker 3: for Librovox dot Org by Larry Wilson. Weep, I must
• 47:58
  Speaker 3: my heart runs over? Would he once himself discover? If
• 48:02
  Speaker 3: but once from far away holy sorrow still prevailing? And
• 48:07
  Speaker 3: my weeping is my wailing? Would that I were turned
• 48:11
  Speaker 3: to clay evermore? I hear him crying to his father,
• 48:16
  Speaker 3: see him dying? Will this heart forever beat? Will my
• 48:21
  Speaker 3: eyes in death close, never weeping? All into a river
• 48:25
  Speaker 3: where a bliss for me too sweet? Here I none
• 48:29
  Speaker 3: but me be wailing dies his name and echol failing
• 48:34
  Speaker 3: is the world at once struck dead? Shall I from
• 48:37
  Speaker 3: his eyes ah, never more drink love in life? For ever?
• 48:42
  Speaker 3: Is he now? For always dead? Dead? What means that
• 48:47
  Speaker 3: sound a dollar? Tell me? Tell me thou a scholar,
• 48:52
  Speaker 3: what it means? That word so grim he is silent,
• 48:56
  Speaker 3: all turn from me. No one on the earth will
• 48:59
  Speaker 3: she o me where my heart may look for him
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  Speaker 3: earth no more whate'er befall me can to any gladness
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  Speaker 3: call me. She is but one dream of woe. I too,
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  Speaker 3: am with him departed. Would I lay with him still
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  Speaker 3: hearted in the region down below hear me, hear his
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  Speaker 3: and my father my dead bones. I pray thee gather
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  Speaker 3: unto his, and soon I pray grass His hillocks soon
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  Speaker 3: will cover. Soon, the wind will wander over. Soon, his
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  Speaker 3: form will fade away. If his love they once perceived.
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  Speaker 3: Soon soon all men had believed, letting all things else
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  Speaker 3: go by Lord of love, him only owning all, would
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  Speaker 3: weep with me, bemoaning and in bitter woe would die
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  Speaker 3: in the poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Miirtral Songs from Novallis number nine by George mac Donald
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  Speaker 3: read for Lebrovox dot Org by Larry Wilson. He lives,
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  Speaker 3: He's risen from the dead to every man, I shout,
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  Speaker 3: His presence over us is spread, goes with us in
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  Speaker 3: and out to each I say, each apace his comrades
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  Speaker 3: telleth too that straight will dawn in every place the
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  Speaker 3: heavenly Kingdom knew. Now to the new mind, first appears
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  Speaker 3: the world of Fatherland, a new life. Men receive with
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  Speaker 3: tears of rapture from his hand down into deepest gulfs
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  Speaker 3: of sea, grim death hath sunk away. And now each man,
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  Speaker 3: with holy glee can face his coming day. The darks
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  Speaker 3: and road that he hath gone leads out on Heaven's floor.
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  Speaker 3: Who heeds the counsel of the sun enters the Father's door.
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  Speaker 3: Down here weeps no one any more. For friend that
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  Speaker 3: shuts his eyes for soon or late. The parting so
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  Speaker 3: or will change to glad surprise, And now to every
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  Speaker 3: friendly deed, each heart will warm or glow for many
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  Speaker 3: a fold. The fresh sown seed and lovelier fields will blow.
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  Speaker 3: He lives will sit beside our hearths, the greatest with
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  Speaker 3: the least. Therefore this day shall be our Earth's glad
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  Speaker 3: renovation feast in the poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 3: public domain. Spiritual Songs from Novalas number ten by George
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  Speaker 3: mac donald, recorded for LibriVox dot Org by Larry Wilson.
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  Speaker 3: The times are all so wretched, the hearts so full
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  Speaker 3: of cares, the future far outstretched. A spectral horror wears
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  Speaker 3: wild terrors creep and hover with foot so ghastly soft.
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  Speaker 3: Our soul's black midnights cover with mountains, pile aloft and
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  Speaker 3: props like reeds are waving. For trust is left no
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  Speaker 3: stay our thoughts like whirlpool raving no more. The will
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  Speaker 3: obey phrensy with eye resistless decoys from truth a defense.
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  Speaker 3: Life's pulse is flagging, listless and dull is every sense
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  Speaker 3: who hath the cross upheaved to shelter, every soul who
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  Speaker 3: lives on high received to make the wounded whole, go
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  Speaker 3: to the tree of wonder, give silent, longing room, issue
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  Speaker 3: in flames asunder thy bad dream will consume, draws thee
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  Speaker 3: an angel tender in safety to the strand lo at
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  Speaker 3: thy feet in splendor lie spread the promised land in depoem.
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  Speaker 3: This recording is in the public domain. Spiritual Songs from
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  Speaker 3: a Valas Number eleven by George mac Donald, read for
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  Speaker 3: LibriVox dot Org by Larry Wilson. I know not what
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  Speaker 3: were left to draw me had I, but him who
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  Speaker 3: is my bliss is still his eye with pleasure saw
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  Speaker 3: me and dwelling with me me would miss So many
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  Speaker 3: search round all ways, going with face distorted, anxious eye,
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  Speaker 3: who call themselves the wise and knowing, Yet ever pass
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  Speaker 3: this treasure by? One man believes that he has found it,
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  Speaker 3: and what he has is not but gold. One takes
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  Speaker 3: the world by sailing round it. The deed recorded all
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  Speaker 3: is told. One man runs well to gain the laurel,
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  Speaker 3: another in victory's fane, and knish by different shows in
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  Speaker 3: bright apparel. All are befooled. Not one made rich? Hath
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  Speaker 3: he not then to you appeared? Have ye forgot him?
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  Speaker 3: Turning Wan who sighed for love of us with spirit,
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  Speaker 3: the scorned, rejected son of man of him? Have you
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  Speaker 3: not read the story? Heard one poor word upon the wind?
• 54:04
  Speaker 3: What heavenly goodness was his glory? Or what a gift
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  Speaker 3: he left behind? How he descended from the father of
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  Speaker 3: Loveli's mother infant grand What were the nations from him gather?
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  Speaker 3: How many blessed is healing hand? All there to urge
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  Speaker 3: by mere love wholly He gave himself to us away
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  Speaker 3: and down on earth foundation lowly first stone of God's
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  Speaker 3: new city lay? Can such news fail to touch us?
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  Speaker 3: Mortals is not to know the man purpliss. Will you
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  Speaker 3: not open all your portals to him who close for
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  Speaker 3: you the abyss? Will you not let the world go
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  Speaker 3: faring for him your dearest wish, deny to him alone
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  Speaker 3: your heart keep bearing who you has shown such favor,
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  Speaker 3: High hero of love. O take me, Take me, Thou
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  Speaker 3: art my life, my world, my gold. Should every earth
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  Speaker 3: free thing forsink me. I know who willed me scathless.
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  Speaker 3: Hold I see thee my lost loves restoring true evermore
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  Speaker 3: to me. Thou art low at thy feet, heaven sinks, adoring,
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  Speaker 3: and yet thou dwellest in my heart In the poem.
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  Speaker 3: This recording is in the public domain. Spiritual songs from
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  Speaker 3: Novalis number twelve by George mac Donald, read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 3: dot Org by Larry Wilson. Earth's Consolation, Why so slow
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  Speaker 3: thy inn is ready long ago? Each lifts to thee
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  Speaker 3: his hungering eyes and open to thy blessing eyes. O, Father,
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  Speaker 3: pour him forth with might out of thine arms. Oh
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  Speaker 3: yield him quite shyness alone, sweet shame, I know kept
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  Speaker 3: him from coming long ago. Haste him from thine heart
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  Speaker 3: into our arm, to take him with thy breath. Yet warm,
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  Speaker 3: thick clouds around the baby wrap and let him down
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  Speaker 3: into our lap in the cool streams. Send him to
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  Speaker 3: us in flames, Let him glow tremulous in air, and
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  Speaker 3: oil in sound and dew. Let him pierce all Earth's
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  Speaker 3: structure through. So shall the holy fight be fought. So
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  Speaker 3: come the rage of hell tillnt and never blooming dawn
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  Speaker 3: again the ancient paradise of men. Earth stirs once more,
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  Speaker 3: grows green and live, full of the spirit. All things
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  Speaker 3: strive to clasp with love the Savior guest and offer
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  Speaker 3: him the mother breast. Winter gives way a year new
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  Speaker 3: born stands at the manger's altar horn. Tis the first
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  Speaker 3: year of that new Earth, claimed by the child in
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  Speaker 3: right of birth. Our eyes they see the Savior well.
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  Speaker 3: Yet in them doth the Savior dwell with flowers. His
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  Speaker 3: head is wreathed about from every flower. Himself smiles out.
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  Speaker 3: He is the star. He is the Sun lifes well
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  Speaker 3: that evermore will run from herb stone, sea and light's
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  Speaker 3: expanse glimmers his childish countenance, his childlike labor things to mend.
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  Speaker 3: His ardent love will never end. He nestles with unconscious art,
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  Speaker 3: divinely fast to every heart, to us, a god, to
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  Speaker 3: himself a child. He loves us, all self undefiled, becomes
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  Speaker 3: our drink, becomes our food, his dearest thanks, a heart
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  Speaker 3: that's good. The misery grows yet more and more, A
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  Speaker 3: gloomy grief afflicks's sore, keep him no longer father. Thus
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  Speaker 3: he will come home again with us. In the poem,
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  Speaker 3: this recording is in the public domain. Spiritual Longs from
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  Speaker 3: Novalis Number thirteen by George mac donald read for Librovox
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  Speaker 3: dot Org by Larry Wilson. When in ours of fear
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  Speaker 3: and failing, all but quite our heart despairs, when with sickness,
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  Speaker 3: driven to wailing, anguish at our bosom tears, Then our
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  Speaker 3: loved ones, we remember all their grief and trouble. Rue
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  Speaker 3: clouds close in on our December, and no beam of
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  Speaker 3: hope shines through. Oh, but then God bends him o'er us.
• 58:33
  Speaker 3: Then his love comes very nearer. Long we heavenward. Then
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  Speaker 3: before us lo is Angel, standing clear life's cup fresh
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  Speaker 3: to us. He reaches, whispers comfort, courage, new nor in
• 58:47
  Speaker 3: vain our prayer beseeches rest for our beloved ones too.
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  Speaker 3: In the poem, this recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Spiritual songs from Novalas No. Fourteen by George mac donald
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  Speaker 3: read for Lebrivox dot Org by Larry Wilson. Who once
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  Speaker 3: hath seen THEE mother fair destruction him shall never snare.
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  Speaker 3: His feury is from THEE to be parted. He loves
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  Speaker 3: THEE evermore too hearted. Thy grace remembered is the source
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  Speaker 3: where out springs, hence his spirit's highest force. My heart
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  Speaker 3: is very too to THEE. My every failing Thou didst see?
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  Speaker 3: Let me, sweet Mother, Yet as say THEE, give me
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  Speaker 3: one happy sign, I pray THEE. My whole existence rests
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  Speaker 3: in THEE one moment, only one, but Thou with me.
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  Speaker 3: I used to see THEE in my dreams, so fair,
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  Speaker 3: so full of tenderest beams. The little God in thine
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  Speaker 3: arms line took pity on his playmate, crying that thou,
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  Speaker 3: with high look need didst thaw, and into clouds of
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  Speaker 3: glory didst with THEE draw? What have I done to THEE?
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  Speaker 3: Poor wretch? To THEE? My longing arms I stretch, are
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  Speaker 3: not thy holy chapels, Ever my resting spots in life's endeavor.
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  Speaker 3: O Queen of Saints and Angels, blest this heart and life,
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  Speaker 3: take up into thy rest. Thou know'st that I beloved queen,
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  Speaker 3: all thine and only thine have been. Have I not now,
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  Speaker 3: years of long measure in silence learn'd thy grace to
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  Speaker 3: treasure while to myself, yet scarce confessed? Even then I
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  Speaker 3: drew milk from thy holy breast. O countless times Thou
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  Speaker 3: stood'st by me, I merry child, looked up to thee
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  Speaker 3: is hands thy little infant gave me and sign'd that
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  Speaker 3: one day he would save me. Thou smil'dst full of tenderness,
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  Speaker 3: and then didst kiss me. Oh the heavenly bliss afar
• 1:00:54
  Speaker 3: stands now that gladness brief? Long have I come in
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  Speaker 3: need with grief? Restless I stray outside the garden? Have
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  Speaker 3: I then sinned beyond thy pardon? Childlike thy garments? Hymn
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  Speaker 3: I poll awake me from this dream so weariful. If
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  Speaker 3: only children see thy face and confident, may trust thy
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  Speaker 3: grace from age's bonds, owe me, deliver and make me
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  Speaker 3: thine own child forever. The love and truth of childhood's
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  Speaker 3: prime dwell in me. Yet from that same golden time
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  Speaker 3: in the poem, this recording is in the public Domain.
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  Speaker 3: Spiritual Songs from Novalis Number fifteen by George mac Donald,
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  Speaker 3: read for LibriVox dot org by Larry Wilson. In countless Pictures,
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  Speaker 3: I behold thee O Mary, lovely expressed. But of them
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  Speaker 3: all none can unfold thee as I have seen thee
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  Speaker 3: in my breast. I only know the world's loud splendor.
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  Speaker 3: Since then is like a dream war blond, and that
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  Speaker 3: a heaven for words too tender. My quietest spirit fills
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  Speaker 3: along in the poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: A parable from Novalis by George mac Donald, read f
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  Speaker 4: libby Rox dot org by Algiepug. Long ago, there lived
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  Speaker 4: far to the west, a very young man, good but
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  Speaker 4: extremely odd. He tormented himself continually about this nothing and
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  Speaker 4: that nothing. Always walked in silence and straight before him,
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  Speaker 4: sat down alone when the others were at their sports
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  Speaker 4: and merry makings, and brooded over strange things. Caves and
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  Speaker 4: woods were his dearest haunts, and there he talked on
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  Speaker 4: and on with beasts and birds, with trees and rocks.
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  Speaker 4: Of course, not one rational word, but mere idiotic stuff
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  Speaker 4: to make one laugh to death. He continued, however, always
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  Speaker 4: moody and serious, in spite of the utmost pains that
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  Speaker 4: the squirrel, the monkey, the parrot, and the bullfinch could
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  Speaker 4: take to divert him and set him in the right way.
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  Speaker 4: The goose told stories, the brook jingled a ballad between
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  Speaker 4: a great thick stone, cut ridiculous capers. The rose stole
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  Speaker 4: lovingly about him from behind and crept through his locks,
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  Speaker 4: while the ivy stroked his troubled brow. But his melancholy
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  Speaker 4: and gravity was stubborn. His parents were much troubled and
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  Speaker 4: did not know what to do. He was in good
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  Speaker 4: health and ate well enough. They had never caused him
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  Speaker 4: any offense, and until a few years ago he had
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  Speaker 4: been the liveliest and merriest of them all foremost in
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  Speaker 4: all their games, and a favorite with all the maiden.
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  Speaker 4: He was very handsome, looked like a picture, and danced
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  Speaker 4: like an angel. Amongst the maidens was one, a charming
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  Speaker 4: and beautiful creature who looked like wax, had hair like
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  Speaker 4: golden silk, and at cherry red lips. Was a doll
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  Speaker 4: for size, and had coal black yes raven black eyes.
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  Speaker 4: Whoever saw her was ready to swoon. She was so lovely. Now,
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  Speaker 4: Rosebud for that was her name, was heartily fond of
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  Speaker 4: the handsome Hyacinth, for that was his name, and he
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  Speaker 4: loved her fit to die. The other children knew nothing
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  Speaker 4: of it. A violet told them of it. First. The
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  Speaker 4: little house cats had been quite aware of it, for
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  Speaker 4: the houses of their parents lay near each other. So
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  Speaker 4: when Hyacinth stood at night by his window and Rosebud
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  Speaker 4: at hers and the cats ran past mouse hunting, they
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  Speaker 4: saw the two standing there, and often laughed and titted
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  Speaker 4: so loud that they heard it and were offended. The
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  Speaker 4: violet told it in conference to the Strawberry, and she
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  Speaker 4: told it to her friend the Raspberry, who never ceased
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  Speaker 4: rasping when hyacinthe came along, so that by and by
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  Speaker 4: the whole garden and wood were in the secret. And
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  Speaker 4: when Hyacinth went out, he heard on all sides the cry,
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  Speaker 4: little Rosy is my poesy. This vexed him, but the
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  Speaker 4: next moment he could not help laughing from the bottom
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  Speaker 4: of his heart. When the little lizard came slipping along,
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  Speaker 4: sat down on a warm stone, waggled his tail, and
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  Speaker 4: sang little Rosebud good and wise. All at once has
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  Speaker 4: lost her eyes, taking Hyacinth for her mother round his
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  Speaker 4: neck her arms. She flings. Then, perceiving tis another starts
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  Speaker 4: with terror no, but clings think of that fast as before,
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  Speaker 4: only kissing all the more Alas, how soon was the
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  Speaker 4: grand time over. There came a man out of strange lands,
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  Speaker 4: who had traveled wondrous far and wide, had a long beard,
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  Speaker 4: deep eyes, frightful eyebrows, and a strange garment with many
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  Speaker 4: folds and inwoven with curious figures. He seated himself before
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  Speaker 4: the house of Hyacinth's parents. Hyacinth at once became very inquisitive,
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  Speaker 4: and sat down beside him, and brought him bread and wine.
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  Speaker 4: Then parted he his white beard and told stories deep
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  Speaker 4: into the night, and Hyacinth never stirred or tired of
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  Speaker 4: listening this much. They learned afterward that he talked a
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  Speaker 4: great deal about strange lands, unknown countries, and amazingly wonderful things.
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  Speaker 4: Stopped there three days and crept with high Scinth down
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  Speaker 4: into deep shafts. Little Rosebud execrated the old saucerer pretty thoroughly,
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  Speaker 4: for Hyacinth was altogether absorbed in his conversation, and paid
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  Speaker 4: no heed to anything else, hardly even to the swallowing
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  Speaker 4: of a mouthful of food. At length, the man took
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  Speaker 4: his departure, but left with Hyacinth a little book which
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  Speaker 4: no man could read. Hyacinth gave him fruit and bread
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  Speaker 4: and wine to take with him, and accompanied him a
• 1:07:29
  Speaker 4: long way. Then he came back, sunk in thought, and
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  Speaker 4: thereafter took up a quiet new mode of life. Rosebud
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  Speaker 4: was in a very sad way about him, for from
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  Speaker 4: that time forward he made little of her, and kept
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  Speaker 4: himself always to himself. But he came to pass that
• 1:07:49
  Speaker 4: one day he came home and was like one born again.
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  Speaker 4: He fell on his parents neck and wept. I must
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  Speaker 4: away to a foreign land, he said. The strange old
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  Speaker 4: woman in the wood has told me what I must
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  Speaker 4: do to get well. She has thrown the book into
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  Speaker 4: the fire, and has made me come to you to
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  Speaker 4: ask your blessing. Perhaps I shall be back soon, perhaps
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  Speaker 4: never more. Say good bye to Rosebud, for me, I
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  Speaker 4: should have been glad to have a talk with her.
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  Speaker 4: I do not know what has come to me. I
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  Speaker 4: must go. When I would think to recall old times,
• 1:08:26
  Speaker 4: immediately come thoughts more potent in between. My rest is gone,
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  Speaker 4: and my heart and love with it. And I must
• 1:08:34
  Speaker 4: go find them. I would gladly tell you whither, but
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  Speaker 4: do not myself know. It is where dwells the Mother
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  Speaker 4: of things, the Virgin with the veil for her. My
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  Speaker 4: spirit is on fire Farewell. He tore himself from them
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  Speaker 4: and went out. His parents lamented and shed tears. Rosebud
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  Speaker 4: kept her chamber and wept bitterly. Hyacinth now ran as
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  Speaker 4: fast as he could, through valleys and wildernesses, over mountains
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  Speaker 4: and streams, toward the land of mystery. Everywhere he inquired
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  Speaker 4: of men and beasts, of rocks and trees. After the
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  Speaker 4: sacred Goddess isis. Many laughed, many held their peace. Nowhere
• 1:09:23
  Speaker 4: did he get an answer. At first, he passed through
• 1:09:26
  Speaker 4: a rugged, wild country. Mists and clouds threw themselves in
• 1:09:30
  Speaker 4: his way, but he rushed on impetuously. Then he came
• 1:09:35
  Speaker 4: to boundless deserts of sand mere glowing dust, And as
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  Speaker 4: he went his mood changed also. The time became tedious
• 1:09:44
  Speaker 4: to him, and his inward unrest abated. He grew gentler,
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  Speaker 4: and the stormy impulse in him passed by degrees into
• 1:09:53
  Speaker 4: a mild yet powerful attraction, wherein his whole spirit was dissolved.
• 1:09:59
  Speaker 4: It seemed as if many years lay behind him, And
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  Speaker 4: now the country became again richer and more varied, the
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  Speaker 4: air soft and blue, the way smoother. Green bushes enticed
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  Speaker 4: him with their pleasant shadows, but he did not understand
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  Speaker 4: their speech. They seemed indeed not to speak, And yet
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  Speaker 4: they filled his heart with their green hues, and their
• 1:10:23
  Speaker 4: curl still presents. Ever higher in him waxed that same
• 1:10:28
  Speaker 4: sweet longing, and ever broader and juicier grew the leaves
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  Speaker 4: ever louder and more jockuned, the birds and beasts balmier,
• 1:10:38
  Speaker 4: the fruits darker, the heavenly blue, warmer, the air, and
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  Speaker 4: more ardent his love. The time went ever faster, as
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  Speaker 4: if it knew itself near the goal. One day he
• 1:10:52
  Speaker 4: met a crystal rivulet and a multitude of flowers coming
• 1:10:56
  Speaker 4: down into the valley between dark columnar cliffs. They greeted
• 1:11:01
  Speaker 4: him friendly with familiar words. Dear country folk, said he,
• 1:11:07
  Speaker 4: where shall I find the sacred dwelling of isis? Hereabouts
• 1:11:10
  Speaker 4: it must be, And here I guess you are more
• 1:11:14
  Speaker 4: at home than I. We also are. But passing through,
• 1:11:18
  Speaker 4: replied the flowers, a spirit family is on its travels,
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  Speaker 4: and we are preparing for them their road and quarters.
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  Speaker 4: A little way back, however, we passed through a country
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  Speaker 4: where we heard her name mentioned. Only go up where
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  Speaker 4: we came down, and thou wilt soon learn more. The
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  Speaker 4: flowers and the brooks smiled as they said it offered
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  Speaker 4: him a cool draft, and went on their way. Hyacinth
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  Speaker 4: followed their counsel, kept asking, and came at last to
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  Speaker 4: that dwelling he had sought so long, which lay hid
• 1:11:53
  Speaker 4: among palms and other rare plants. His heart beat with
• 1:11:57
  Speaker 4: an infinite longing, and the sweetest apprehension thrilled him. In
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  Speaker 4: this abode of the eternal seasons. Amid heavenly odors, he
• 1:12:05
  Speaker 4: fell asleep, for dream alone could lead him into the
• 1:12:09
  Speaker 4: Holy of holies. In marvelous mode, Dream conducted him through
• 1:12:15
  Speaker 4: endless rooms full of strange things, by means of witching
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  Speaker 4: sounds and changeful harmonies. All seemed to him so familiar
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  Speaker 4: and yet strange with an unknown splendor. Then vanished the
• 1:12:29
  Speaker 4: last film of the perishable, as if melted into air,
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  Speaker 4: and he stood before the celestial Virgin. Then he lifted
• 1:12:37
  Speaker 4: the thin glistening veil, and rosebud sank into his arms.
• 1:12:44
  Speaker 4: A far off music surrounded the mysteries of love's reunion
• 1:12:48
  Speaker 4: and the outpouring of their longings, and shut out from
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  Speaker 4: the scene of their rapture everything alien to it. Hyacinth
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  Speaker 4: lived a long time after with Rosebud and his happy
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  Speaker 4: parents and odd playmates and numberless grandchildren. Thanked the wonderful,
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  Speaker 4: wise old woman for her counsel and her uprowsing, For
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  Speaker 4: in those days people had as many children as they pleased.
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  Speaker 4: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: The Tryst from Schiller by George MacDonald read forlibrivox dot
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  Speaker 1: org i Olan mapstone. That was the sound of the wicket,
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  Speaker 1: That was the latch as it rose, No, the wind
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  Speaker 1: that threw the thickets of the poplar's whirling goes put
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  Speaker 1: on thy beauty foliage vaulted roof her to receive with
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  Speaker 1: silent welcome grace. Heer ye branches build a shadowy room,
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  Speaker 1: I proof with lovely night and stillness, to embrace her
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  Speaker 1: ye air's caressing wake, Nor keep aloof in sport and
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  Speaker 1: gambol turning still to face her, as with its load
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  Speaker 1: of beauty, lightly born glides in the fairy foot and
• 1:14:25
  Speaker 1: dawns by mourn. What is that rustling the hedges, She
• 1:14:31
  Speaker 1: with her hurrying pace. Now a bird among the sedges,
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  Speaker 1: startled from its hiding place. Quench thy sunk torch o
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  Speaker 1: day steal out appear dim, ghostly night, with dumbness us
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  Speaker 1: entrancing spread thy rose, purple veil about us, here weave
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  Speaker 1: round us twigs, the mystery enhancing love's rapture flees the
• 1:15:02
  Speaker 1: lurking listening ear flies from the day so indiscreetly glancing
• 1:15:09
  Speaker 1: hesper alone, no tackling tail tale he far gazing still
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  Speaker 1: her confidant.
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  Speaker 4: May be.
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  Speaker 1: That was a voice, but far distant, faint, like a
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  Speaker 1: whispering low No, the swan that draws persistent through the pond,
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  Speaker 1: his circles slow about mine ears, harmonious breathings flow. The
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  Speaker 1: fountain falls in sweetly wavering rushes. The flower beneath the
• 1:15:43
  Speaker 1: west wind's kiss bends slow delight from each to everything.
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  Speaker 1: Out gushes grape clusters, beckon peaches, luring glow and high
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  Speaker 1: half in their leaves, upswelling lush us. The air which
• 1:16:02
  Speaker 1: aromatic odors streak, drinks up the glow upon my burning cheek,
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  Speaker 1: hear I not echoing footfalls hither adown the pleated walk. No,
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  Speaker 1: the over ripened fruit falls heavy, swollen, from off its stalk.
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  Speaker 1: Day's flaming eye at last is quenched quite in gentle death.
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  Speaker 1: Its colors all are paling, now boldly open in the
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  Speaker 1: fair twilight. The cups, which in his blaze had long
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  Speaker 1: been quailing, slow lifts the moon her visage calmly bright
• 1:16:46
  Speaker 1: into great masses. Molten earth sinks failing from every charm.
• 1:16:52
  Speaker 1: The zone drops, unaware and shrouded. Beauty dawns upon me
• 1:16:58
  Speaker 1: bare yonder I see a white shimmer, silky of robe
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  Speaker 1: or of shawl. No, it is the column's glimmer, gainst
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  Speaker 1: the clip EW's gloomy wall, O, longing heart, No more
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  Speaker 1: thyself be full flouted, my fancy's loveliness unreal the empty arm,
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  Speaker 1: No burning heart will cool, No shadow joy holds place
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  Speaker 1: for love's ideal. Oh, bring my live, love, all my
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  Speaker 1: heart to rule, give me her hand to hold my
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  Speaker 1: every wheel. Or but the shadow of her mantle's hem
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  Speaker 1: and straight my dreams shall live, and I in them,
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  Speaker 1: and soft as from hill's rosy golden the jews of
• 1:17:56
  Speaker 1: still gladness descend. So had she drawn nigh, un beholden
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  Speaker 1: and wakened with kisses her friend and a poem. This
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  Speaker 2: Hope from Scheller by George MacDonald read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 2: Org by Sandra Men talk with their lips and dream
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  Speaker 2: with their soul of better days, hitherward pacing to a
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  Speaker 2: happy a glorious golden goal. See them go running and chasing.
• 1:18:38
  Speaker 2: The world grows old, and to youth returns. But still
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  Speaker 2: for the better man's bosom burns. It is Hope leads
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  Speaker 2: him into life and its light. She haunts the little
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  Speaker 2: one Mary. The youth is inspired by her magic might
• 1:18:56
  Speaker 2: her the Graybeard cannot bury. When he found at the
• 1:19:00
  Speaker 2: grave his ended scope. On the grave itself, he planteth Hope.
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  Speaker 2: She was never begotten in Folly's brain, an empty illusion
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  Speaker 2: to flatter in the heart. She cries aloud and plain,
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  Speaker 2: we are born to something better, and that which the
• 1:19:17
  Speaker 2: inner voice doth say, the hoping spirit will not betray.
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  Speaker 2: And of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: The Words of Faith from Schiller by George MacDonald read
• 1:19:37
  Speaker 5: for Liebrevoux dot Org by Aaron Zimmermann. Three words I
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  Speaker 5: will tell you of meaning full the lips of the
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  Speaker 5: many shout them, Yet were they born of no sect
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  Speaker 5: or school. The heart only knows about them. That man
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  Speaker 5: is of everything worth bereft, who in the those three
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  Speaker 5: words has no faith left. Man is born free, and
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  Speaker 5: is free alway, even were he born in fetters. Let
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  Speaker 5: not the mobs cry lead you astray, or the misdeeds
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  Speaker 5: of frantic upsetters. Fear not the slave when he breaks
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  Speaker 5: his bands. Fear nothing from any free man's hands and virtue.
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  Speaker 5: It is no empty sound that a man can obey her,
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  Speaker 5: no folly. Even if he stumble all over the ground,
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  Speaker 5: he yet can follow the holy And what never wisdom
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  Speaker 5: of wise man knew, a childlike spirit can simply do,
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  Speaker 5: and a god there is a steadfast will. However the
• 1:20:49
  Speaker 5: human shrinketh high over space and time, he still the
• 1:20:54
  Speaker 5: live thought doth what he thinketh. And though all things
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  Speaker 5: keep circling to change, confined, he keeps in all changes
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  Speaker 5: a changeless mind. These three words cherish of meaning full
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  Speaker 5: from mouth to mouth. Send them faring, For although they
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  Speaker 5: spring from no sect or school, your hearts them witness
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  Speaker 5: are bearing. And man is never of worth bereft. While
• 1:21:24
  Speaker 5: yet he has faith in those three words left and
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  Speaker 5: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: The Words of Vanity from Schiller by George MacDonald, read
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  Speaker 2: for LibriVox dot Org by Sandra Three words there are
• 1:21:50
  Speaker 2: of weighty sound, and from good men's lips they hail us,
• 1:21:54
  Speaker 2: but a tinkling symbol, a drum's rebound for help or
• 1:21:57
  Speaker 2: for comfort, they fail us His life's fruit away he
• 1:22:01
  Speaker 2: forfeit flings, who catches after those shadows of things. Who
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  Speaker 2: still believes in a golden age where the right and
• 1:22:09
  Speaker 2: the good reign in splendor. The right and the good war, ever,
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  Speaker 2: must wage, therefore, will never surrender, And chokest thou him
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  Speaker 2: not in the upper air his strength, he will still
• 1:22:21
  Speaker 2: on the earth repair. Who yet believes that fortune the
• 1:22:26
  Speaker 2: jilt to the noble will bind herself. Ever her love
• 1:22:30
  Speaker 2: looks follow the man of guilt. The world to the
• 1:22:33
  Speaker 2: good belongs. Never he is in it a stranger. He
• 1:22:37
  Speaker 2: wanders away, seeking a house that will not decay. Who
• 1:22:41
  Speaker 2: still believes that to human gaze truth, Ever her visage
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  Speaker 2: discloses her veil. No mortal hand shall raise. Man only
• 1:22:49
  Speaker 2: thinks and supposes, Thou mayest prison the spirit in sounding form,
• 1:22:55
  Speaker 2: but the fetterless walks away on the storm. Then noble
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  Speaker 2: spirit from folly, break free this heavenly faith, holding and handing.
• 1:23:04
  Speaker 2: What the ear never hurt, what no eye can see,
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  Speaker 2: is the lovely, the true. Notwithstanding outside the fool seeks
• 1:23:12
  Speaker 2: for it evermore the wise man finds it with closet
• 1:23:15
  Speaker 2: door end upon. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: The metaphysician from Shidder by George MacDonald Readfiliveryvox dot org
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  Speaker 1: by Allanmapstone. How far the world lies under me? Scarce
• 1:23:42
  Speaker 1: can I see the men below there crawling? How high
• 1:23:47
  Speaker 1: it bears me up my lofty calling? How near the
• 1:23:51
  Speaker 1: heavenly canopy? Thus, from tower roof where he doth clamber
• 1:23:58
  Speaker 1: calls out the slater, and with him the small big
• 1:24:02
  Speaker 1: man Jack Metaphysicus down in his writing chamber. Tell me thou, little,
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  Speaker 1: great big man the tower. Whence thou so grand thee
• 1:24:15
  Speaker 1: all things hast inspected of? What is it? Whereon is
• 1:24:20
  Speaker 1: it erected? How camep'st thou up thyself its height so
• 1:24:26
  Speaker 1: smooth and bare? How serve they thee? But thence into
• 1:24:31
  Speaker 1: the veil to stare?
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  Speaker 3: And a poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: The Philosophers from Schiller by George MacDonald, read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 5: dot org by Aaron Zimmerman. The principle went everything to
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  Speaker 5: life and shape ascended the polic whereon Zeus the ring
• 1:25:01
  Speaker 5: of earth, which else in shreds would spring as carefully
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  Speaker 5: suspended to genius, I yield him a claim. Who fathoms
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  Speaker 5: for me what its name? Save I withdraw its curtain.
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  Speaker 5: It is ten, not thirteen, that snow makes cold, that
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  Speaker 5: fire burns, that man on two feet goeth, that in
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  Speaker 5: the heavens the sun sojourns this much. The man who
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  Speaker 5: logic spurns through his own senses knoweth, but metaphysics, who
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  Speaker 5: has got knows he that burneth freezeth not knows tis
• 1:25:46
  Speaker 5: the moist that weddeth, and tis the rough that fretteth.
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  Speaker 5: Great Homer sings his epic high, the hero fronts his dangers,
• 1:25:57
  Speaker 5: the brave his duty still does ply and did it.
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  Speaker 5: While I won't deny. Philosophers were strangers, but Grant by
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  Speaker 5: heart and brain achieved what Locke and Descartes ne'er conceived
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  Speaker 5: by them. Yet as behooved it possible, was proved. Strength.
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  Speaker 5: For the right is counted still bold laughs the strong Hyaena,
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  Speaker 5: who rule not servants's parts must fill it goes quite
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  Speaker 5: tolerably ill upon this world's arena. But how it would
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  Speaker 5: be if the plan of the universe now first began
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  Speaker 5: in many a moral system all men may read who
• 1:26:45
  Speaker 5: lisdom man needs with man must linked be to reach
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  Speaker 5: the goal of growing, And the whole only worketh he
• 1:26:57
  Speaker 5: many drops go to make the sea much water sets
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  Speaker 5: mills going. Then with the wild wolves do not stand,
• 1:27:06
  Speaker 5: but knit the state's enduring band. From doctor's chair, Thus
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  Speaker 5: tranquil hair, poufendorf, and swan quill. But since to all
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  Speaker 5: what doctors say flies not as soon as spoken, nature
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  Speaker 5: will use her mother way, see that her chain fly
• 1:27:29
  Speaker 5: not in tway, the circle be not broken. Meantime until
• 1:27:35
  Speaker 5: the world's great round philosophy in one hath bound. She
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  Speaker 5: keeps it on the move, Sir, by hunger and by love, sir.
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  Speaker 5: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Sayings of Confucius from Schiller by by George MacDonald, read
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  Speaker 5: for LibriVox dot Org by Aaron Zimmermann. One threefold is
• 1:28:08
  Speaker 5: of time. The tread lingering comes the future pacing hither
• 1:28:14
  Speaker 5: dart like is the now gone. Thither stands the past
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  Speaker 5: ie moveless foot and head. No impatience wings its idol,
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  Speaker 5: tread of leisurely delay, fear or doubt. It cannot bridle,
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  Speaker 5: should it headlong, run away, no remorse, no incantation moves
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  Speaker 5: the standing from its station. Wouldst thou end thy earthly,
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  Speaker 5: journey wise and of good fortune? Full? Make the lingering
• 1:28:48
  Speaker 5: thine attorney, thee to counsel, not thy tool, not for friend,
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  Speaker 5: the flying take nor thy foe. The standing make two
• 1:29:00
  Speaker 5: threefold is of space. The way on unresting without stay
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  Speaker 5: strives the length into the distance ceaseless pours the breadth's
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  Speaker 5: insistence bottomless. The depth goes down. For a sign, the
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  Speaker 5: three are sent. Thee onward must alone content thee weary.
• 1:29:23
  Speaker 5: Thou must not stand still. Wouldst thou thy perfection fill?
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  Speaker 5: Thou must spread thee wider bigger? Wouldst thou have the
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  Speaker 5: world take figure to the deep? The man descendeth, who
• 1:29:38
  Speaker 5: existence comprehendeth leads, persistence to the goal, leads abundance to precision,
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  Speaker 5: dwells in the abyss the vision end of poem. This
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  Speaker 1: Epigrams from Schiller by George MacDonald readfilibrevox dot org by
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  Speaker 1: Alan Maxtone. Knowledge to this man tis a goddess tall
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  Speaker 1: who lifts a star encircled head to that a fine
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  Speaker 1: cow in a stall which gives him butter to his bread.
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  Speaker 1: My faith, which religion I profess, none of which you mention? Make?
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  Speaker 1: Wherefore so and can't you guess for religion's sake? Friend
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  Speaker 1: and foe dear is my friend, But my foe too
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  Speaker 1: is friendly to my good, my friend. The thing shows
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  Speaker 1: I can do my foe, the thing I should expectation
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  Speaker 1: and fulfillment. Thousand masted mighty float out to see youth's
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  Speaker 1: navy goes silent in his one saved boat age into
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  Speaker 1: the harbor rose end of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: The Diver from Schiller by George MacDonald read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 6: dot org by Suzanne Carroll. Which of you, knight or
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  Speaker 6: squire will dare plunge into yonder gulf? A golden beaker
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  Speaker 6: I fling in it? There the black mouth swallows it
• 1:31:49
  Speaker 6: like a wolf, who brings me the cup again. Whoever
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  Speaker 6: it is his own, he may keep it forever. Tis
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  Speaker 6: the king speaks, and he flings from the brow of
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  Speaker 6: the cliff that rugged and steep hangs out o'er the
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  Speaker 6: endless sea below. The cup in the whirlpulls howling heap. Again,
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  Speaker 6: I ask what hero will follow? What brave heart plunge
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  Speaker 6: into yon dark hollow. The knights and the squires, the
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  Speaker 6: king about hear him, and dumbly stare into the wild
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  Speaker 6: seas tumbling rout, But to win the beaker they hardly
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  Speaker 6: care the king for the third time round him glaring.
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  Speaker 6: Not a soul of you has the daring speechless, all
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  Speaker 6: as before they stand. When a vassal, bold, gentle and
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  Speaker 6: gay steps out from his comrade's shrinking band, flinging his
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  Speaker 6: girdle and cloak away, and all the women and men
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  Speaker 6: that surrounded Gay on the grand looking youth astounded, And
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  Speaker 6: when he stepped to the rock's rough brow, looking down
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  Speaker 6: on the gulf so black the waters which it had
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  Speaker 6: swallowed now caribas bellowing, rendered back, and with a roar
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  Speaker 6: as of distant thunder, foaming they burst from the dark
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  Speaker 6: lap under it, wallows seeds hisses in raging route, as
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  Speaker 6: when water wrestles with fire till to heaven. The yeasty tongues.
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  Speaker 6: They spout, and flood upon flood keeps mounting higher. It
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  Speaker 6: will never its endless coil unravel as the sea with
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  Speaker 6: another sea were in travail. But at last slow sinks
• 1:33:48
  Speaker 6: the writhing spasm, and black through the foaming white downward
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  Speaker 6: gapes a yawning chasm, bottomless, cloven, a hell's wide night,
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  Speaker 6: and sucked up. See the billows roaring down through the
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  Speaker 6: whirling funnel pouring. Then in haste ere the outrage return
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  Speaker 6: again the youth to his god doth pray and ascends
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  Speaker 6: a cry of horror and pain. Already the vortex hath
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  Speaker 6: swept him away, and o'er the bold swimmer in darkness eternal,
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  Speaker 6: close the great jaws of the gulf infernal. Then the
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  Speaker 6: water above grows smooth as glass. Well below dull roarings
• 1:34:39
  Speaker 6: ply and trembling, they hear the murmur pass high hearted youth, farewell, goodbye,
• 1:34:49
  Speaker 6: and hollower still comes the howl of fraying, till their
• 1:34:53
  Speaker 6: hearts are sick with the frightful delaying. If the crown
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  Speaker 6: self thou in should fling and say who back with
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  Speaker 6: it highs himself shall wear it and shall be king,
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  Speaker 6: I should not covet the precious prize. What ocean hides
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  Speaker 6: in that howling hell of it, live soul will never
• 1:35:16
  Speaker 6: come back to tell of it. Ships many caught in
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  Speaker 6: that whirling surge shot sheer to their dismal doom, keel
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  Speaker 6: and mast, only did ever emerge shattered from out the
• 1:35:32
  Speaker 6: old gulping tomb, like the bluster of tempest. Clearer and
• 1:35:38
  Speaker 6: clearer comes its roaring, nearer and ever nearer. It wallows, seethes, hisses,
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  Speaker 6: enraging route, as when water wrestles with fire, till to
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  Speaker 6: heaven the yeasty tongues they spout, wave upon wave's back,
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  Speaker 6: mounting higher, and as with the rumble of distant thunder, bellowing,
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  Speaker 6: It bursts from the dark lap under and see from
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  Speaker 6: its bosom flowing dark something. Heave up swan white, an arm,
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  Speaker 6: and a shining neck. They mark, and it rose with
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  Speaker 6: unrelaxing might. It is he and aloft in his left
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  Speaker 6: hand holden, he swings, recovered the beaker, golden with long,
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  Speaker 6: deep breasthts his path. He plowed glad, greeting the heavenly day. Jubilant,
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  Speaker 6: shouted the gazing crowd. He lives, He is free, he
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  Speaker 6: has burst his way out of the grave, the whirlpool uproarious.
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  Speaker 6: The hero hath rescued his life. Victorious he comes, They
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  Speaker 6: surround him with shouts of glee. At the King's feet,
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  Speaker 6: he sinks on the sod and hands him the beaker
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  Speaker 6: upon his knee. To his lovely daughter, the king of
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  Speaker 6: a nod. She feels it brimful of wine, sparkling and rain.
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  Speaker 6: And then to the monarch, the youth turned, saying, long
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  Speaker 6: live the king. How well doth he fare who breathes
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  Speaker 6: in this rosy light? For frightful yea horrible is it
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  Speaker 6: down there? And man ought not to tempt the heavenly might,
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  Speaker 6: or long to see with prying, unwholesome what he graciously
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  Speaker 6: covers with darkness dulsom. It tore me down, as on
• 1:37:35
  Speaker 6: lightning's wing. When a shaft in a rock outpours wild
• 1:37:39
  Speaker 6: rushing against me, a torrent spring its conflict sees me
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  Speaker 6: with raging force, and like a top with giddy twisting,
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  Speaker 6: spun me about. There was no resisting. Then God did
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  Speaker 6: show me sore, beseeching in deepest, frightfulest need up from
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  Speaker 6: the bottom a rock ledge reaching at it, I caught,
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  Speaker 6: and from death was freed and behold on spiked corals,
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  Speaker 6: the beaker suspended, which had else to the very abyss
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  Speaker 6: descended for below me it lay yet mountain deep, the
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  Speaker 6: purply darksome maw, and though to the ear it was
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  Speaker 6: dead asleep, the gasted eye downstaring, saw how with dragons, lizards,
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  Speaker 6: salamanders crawling, the hell jaws horrible were sprawling, black swarming
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  Speaker 6: in medley, miscreate in masses, lumped hideously, wallowed, the conjure,
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  Speaker 6: the thorny skate, the lobster's grisly deformity, and baring its
• 1:38:51
  Speaker 6: teeth with cruel sheen, a terrible shark, the sea's hyena.
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  Speaker 6: So there I hung, and shuddering, knew that human help
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  Speaker 6: was none. One thinking soul mid the horrid crew in
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  Speaker 6: the ghastly desert, I was alone, deeper than human speech
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  Speaker 6: e'er sounded by the sad, waste, dismal monsters surrounded. Thus
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  Speaker 6: thought I and shivered. Then a something crept near upon
• 1:39:25
  Speaker 6: legs with a hundred joints, it snaps at me. Suddenly,
• 1:39:29
  Speaker 6: frantic with fear, I lost my grasp of the coral
• 1:39:32
  Speaker 6: points away the whirl and its raging tore me. But
• 1:39:36
  Speaker 6: it was my salvation, and upward bore me. The king
• 1:39:41
  Speaker 6: at the tail is filled with a maze. The beaker,
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  Speaker 6: well won is thine, and this ring I will give
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  Speaker 6: thee too, he says, precious with gems that are more
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  Speaker 6: than fine. If thou daret yet once and bring me
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  Speaker 6: the story of what's in this sees lowest repertory his daughter.
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  Speaker 6: She hears him with tender dismay, and with sweet words
• 1:40:08
  Speaker 6: swaysive doth plead, father, enough of this cruel play for
• 1:40:13
  Speaker 6: you he has done and unheard of deed. If you
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  Speaker 6: may not master your heart's desire, tis the Knight's turn
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  Speaker 6: now to shame the squire. The king sudden snatches and
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  Speaker 6: hurls the cup into the swirling pool. If thou bring
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  Speaker 6: me once more that beaker up, Thou art best of
• 1:40:34
  Speaker 6: my knights, the most worshipful, and this very day to
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  Speaker 6: thy home, thou shalt lead her who stands there for thee,
• 1:40:43
  Speaker 6: such a pitiful pleader, a passion divine. His being invades
• 1:40:48
  Speaker 6: his eyes, dart a lightning ray. He sees of her blushes,
• 1:40:52
  Speaker 6: the changeful shades. He sees her grow pallid and sink away.
• 1:40:58
  Speaker 6: Determination throw him flashes and downward, for life or for death.
• 1:41:04
  Speaker 6: He dashes. They hear the dull roar tis returning again,
• 1:41:10
  Speaker 6: announced by the thunderous brawl. Downward they bend with loving strain.
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  Speaker 6: They come, They are coming the waters all they rush up,
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  Speaker 6: they rush down, They rush ever and ever the youth
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  Speaker 6: to the daylight rises never end of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 1: Knight Toggenburg from Schiller by George MacDonald, read for Librevox
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  Speaker 1: dot Org by Alanmapstone. True love, Knight, as to a brother, yield,
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  Speaker 1: are you again? Ask me not for any other for
• 1:42:04
  Speaker 1: it gives me pain. Calmly, I behold you come in, calm,
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  Speaker 1: behold you go your sad eyes the weeping dumb in
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  Speaker 1: aye nor read nor no. And he hears her uncomplaining
• 1:42:22
  Speaker 1: tears him free by force to his heart. But once
• 1:42:27
  Speaker 1: her straining flings him on his horse, sends to all
• 1:42:32
  Speaker 1: his vassals merry in old Switzerland, to the holy grave.
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  Speaker 1: They hurry, white cross'd pilgrim band mighty deeds, the foe
• 1:42:45
  Speaker 1: outbraving works their hero arm from their helms. The plumes
• 1:42:51
  Speaker 1: float waving mid, the heathens swarm still. His Toggenberg up, waking,
• 1:42:58
  Speaker 1: frays the muscle man, But his heart, its grievous aching quiet,
• 1:43:05
  Speaker 1: never can one whole year he did endure it. Then
• 1:43:11
  Speaker 1: his patients lost peace. He never could secure it, and
• 1:43:16
  Speaker 1: forsakes the host. Seize a ship by Jopper's entry at
• 1:43:21
  Speaker 1: her cable, Saul sails him home to that dear country
• 1:43:27
  Speaker 1: where she breath doth draw at the gate her castle
• 1:43:32
  Speaker 1: under pilgrim sad he knocked straight, as with a word
• 1:43:37
  Speaker 1: of thunder was the gate unlocked. She you seek with
• 1:43:42
  Speaker 1: right's most solemn, is betrothed to Heaven. Yesterday beneath that column,
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  Speaker 1: she to Christ was given. Then the halls he leaves
• 1:43:54
  Speaker 1: forever of his ancestors, shield or sword, sets eyes on
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  Speaker 1: never or his faithful horse. Down from Togenburg, he fareth
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  Speaker 1: none to see or care. On his noble limbs. He
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  Speaker 1: weareth sackcloth made of hair, and himself a hovel. Buildeth
• 1:44:18
  Speaker 1: that same cloister nigh where the lime tree thicket yieldeth cover,
• 1:44:24
  Speaker 1: whence to spy there from morning's earliest traces till red
• 1:44:29
  Speaker 1: evening shone thither turn'd his hoping faces. There he sits
• 1:44:36
  Speaker 1: alone on the walls, so high above him, his eyes
• 1:44:41
  Speaker 1: waiting hang, waiting, though she would not love him for
• 1:44:46
  Speaker 1: her lattice clang, waiting till the love should send her
• 1:44:51
  Speaker 1: glance into the vale, and, unthinking toward it, bend her
• 1:44:57
  Speaker 1: visage angel pale. Then he laid him sadness scorning, comforted
• 1:45:04
  Speaker 1: to sleep quietly, joyous till the morning out again should peep.
• 1:45:11
  Speaker 1: And so sat he in years of many years, without
• 1:45:16
  Speaker 1: a pang, waiting without murmur any till her window rang
• 1:45:23
  Speaker 1: for the lovely one to send her glance into the veil, and,
• 1:45:28
  Speaker 1: unseeing towards him, bend her angel visage pale. And thus
• 1:45:34
  Speaker 1: sat he, staring wanly his last morning there toward her window.
• 1:45:41
  Speaker 1: Still the manly, silent face did stare. And a poem
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  Speaker 4: Longing from Schiller by George mac Donald, Dreadfully be Vox
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  Speaker 4: dot Org by Algie pug Ah from out this valley,
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  Speaker 4: hollow by cold fogs, always oppressed, could I but the
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  Speaker 4: outpath follow?
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  Speaker 5: Ah?
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  Speaker 4: How were my spirit blest hills? I see there, lad
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  Speaker 4: dominions ever young and green for eye had I wings?
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  Speaker 7: Oh?
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  Speaker 4: Had I pinions to the hills where I away? Harmonies?
• 1:46:32
  Speaker 4: I hear there ringing tones of sweetest heavenly rest. And
• 1:46:37
  Speaker 4: the gentle winds are bringing balmy odors to my breast.
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  Speaker 4: Golden fruits peep out there, glowing through the leaves to
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  Speaker 4: Zephyr's play, And the flowers that there are blowing will
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  Speaker 4: become no winter's prey. Oh, what happy things are meeting
• 1:46:54
  Speaker 4: there in endless sunshine, free, and the airs on those
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  Speaker 4: hills greeting. How reviving must they be? But me checks
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  Speaker 4: yond raving river that betwixt doth chafe and roll, and
• 1:47:09
  Speaker 4: its dark waves rising ever strike a horror to my soul.
• 1:47:15
  Speaker 4: See a skiff on wild wave heaving, But no sailor
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  Speaker 4: walks the mole quick into it, firm believing for its sales.
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  Speaker 4: They have a soul. Thou must trust, nor wait to ponder.
• 1:47:30
  Speaker 4: God will give no pledge in hand nought, But miracle
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  Speaker 4: bears yonder to the lovely wonderland. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 1: Poems from Girta by George mac Donald read Flivery Vox
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  Speaker 1: dot Org by Allan Mapstone poem are painted window panes.
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  Speaker 1: Look from the square into the church. Gloom and dusk
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  Speaker 1: are all your gains. Sir philistine is left in the lurch.
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  Speaker 1: Outside he stands spies nothing or use of it, and
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  Speaker 1: naught is left him save the abuse of it. But you,
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  Speaker 1: I pray you just step in, make in the chapel,
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  Speaker 1: your obeisance, all at once. Tis a radiant pleasance, device
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  Speaker 1: and story flash to presence, A gracious splendor works to win.
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  Speaker 1: This to God's children is full measure. It edifies and
• 1:48:47
  Speaker 1: gives them pleasure. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Legend from Gerda by George mac donald read for libbevok
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  Speaker 4: dot Org by Algiepag Legend after the manner of Hans Zachs,
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  Speaker 4: while yet unknown and very low, our Lord on earth
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  Speaker 4: went to and fro and some of his scholars, his
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  Speaker 4: words so good, very strangely misunderstood. He much preferred to
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  Speaker 4: hold his court in streets and places of resort, because
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  Speaker 4: under the Heaven's face words better and freer flow apace.
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  Speaker 4: There he gave them the highest law out of his
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  Speaker 4: holy mouth, in store wondrously, by parable and example, made
• 1:49:45
  Speaker 4: every market place a temple, so faring in his heart content.
• 1:49:51
  Speaker 4: Once with them to a town he went, saw something
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  Speaker 4: blinking on the way, and there a broken horseshoe lay,
• 1:50:00
  Speaker 4: He said thereon, Saint Peter too, prythee, now pick up
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  Speaker 4: that shoe. Saint Peter was not in fitting mood. He
• 1:50:09
  Speaker 4: had been dreaming all the road, some stuff about ruling
• 1:50:12
  Speaker 4: of the world round, which so many brains are twirled.
• 1:50:16
  Speaker 4: For in the head it seems so easy, and with
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  Speaker 4: it his thoughts were often busy. Therefore the finding was
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  Speaker 4: much too mean. Crown and scepter it should have been.
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  Speaker 4: He was not the one his back to bow after
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  Speaker 4: half an iron shoe. Therefore, aside his head he bended,
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  Speaker 4: and that he had not heard pretended, and his forbearance
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  Speaker 4: the Lord did stoop and lift himself the horse shoe up.
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  Speaker 4: Then for the present he did wait. But when they
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  Speaker 4: reached the city gate, he goes up to a blacksmith's door,
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  Speaker 4: receives throepence the horse shoe forour. And as they threw
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  Speaker 4: the market fair seeing for sail, find cherries there he
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  Speaker 4: buys of them so few or so many as they
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  Speaker 4: will give, for a thrupenny, which he thereon, after his
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  Speaker 4: way up his sleeve did quietly lay. Now from the
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  Speaker 4: other gate they trod through fields and meads, a houseless road,
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  Speaker 4: the path of trees was desolate, the sun shone out,
• 1:51:25
  Speaker 4: the heat was great, so that one in a region
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  Speaker 4: such for a drink of water had given much. The
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  Speaker 4: Lord years ever before them all, And as by chance
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  Speaker 4: lets a cherry fall in a trice, Saint Peter was
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  Speaker 4: after it. There as if a golden apple it were
• 1:51:44
  Speaker 4: sweet to his palate. Was the berry. Then by and
• 1:51:48
  Speaker 4: by another cherry down on the ground. The Master sends,
• 1:51:53
  Speaker 4: for which Saint Peter as quickly bends, so many a
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  Speaker 4: time the Lord doth let him bend his back a
• 1:52:01
  Speaker 4: cherry to get a long time. Thus he let him clean.
• 1:52:05
  Speaker 4: Then said the Lord, with luk serene. If at the
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  Speaker 4: right time thou hadst bent, thou hadst found it more
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  Speaker 4: convenient of little things, who little doth make for lesser
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  Speaker 4: things must trouble take end of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 4: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: The Castle on the Mountain from Girta by George MacDonald
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  Speaker 1: readfiliveryvons dot org bialan mapstone. There upon yonder mountain stands
• 1:52:46
  Speaker 1: a castle old in the gorse, where once behind doors
• 1:52:51
  Speaker 1: and portals, lurking lay knights and horse burnt are the
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  Speaker 1: doors and the portals all around it is very still,
• 1:53:03
  Speaker 1: its old walls tumbled in ruins. I scramble about at
• 1:53:08
  Speaker 1: my will. Close hereby lay a cellar full of wine
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  Speaker 1: that was old and rare. But the cheery made with
• 1:53:18
  Speaker 1: the pitchers no more comes down the stair no more.
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  Speaker 1: In the hall sedately sets the beaker before the guest,
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  Speaker 1: no more at the festival. Stately the flagon feels for
• 1:53:33
  Speaker 1: the priest. No more to the page. So thirsty gives
• 1:53:37
  Speaker 1: the draft in the corridor, and receives for the hurried favor.
• 1:53:42
  Speaker 1: The hurried thanks no more. For every rafter and ceiling
• 1:53:48
  Speaker 1: long ago were to ashes burned and stare in passage,
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  Speaker 1: and chapel to rubbish and ruin turn'd. Yet, when with
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  Speaker 1: flask and cittern, on a day in the summer's prime,
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  Speaker 1: up to the rocky summit, I watched my darling climb out,
• 1:54:08
  Speaker 1: came the old joy, reviving on the face of the
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  Speaker 1: ancient rest. And on went the old life, driving in
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  Speaker 1: its lordliness and zest. It seemed as for strangers distinguished
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  Speaker 1: their staterooms they did prepare, And out of that brave
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  Speaker 1: time Shadowy came stepping a youthful pair, and the worthy
• 1:54:34
  Speaker 1: priest in his chapel stood already in priestly dress, and asked,
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  Speaker 1: will you two take one another? And smiling we answered yes.
• 1:54:46
  Speaker 1: And the hymns, with deep pulsation, stirred every heart at once,
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  Speaker 1: and instead of the congregation, the echo yelled response. And
• 1:54:58
  Speaker 1: when in the gathering evening profound, the stillness grew, and
• 1:55:03
  Speaker 1: the red glowing sun at the broken gable came peering through.
• 1:55:09
  Speaker 1: Then Damsel and Page in his rays r grandees of
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  Speaker 1: the olden Prime. She tastes of his cup at her leisure,
• 1:55:18
  Speaker 1: and he to thank her takes time and the poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: The Lost Church from Uhlhund by George MacDonald read for
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  Speaker 2: LibriVox dot Org by Sandra The Lost Church. In the
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  Speaker 2: far forest overhead, a bell is often heard, obscurely, how
• 1:55:49
  Speaker 2: long since first? No one can tell, nor can report
• 1:55:53
  Speaker 2: explain it. Surely from the Lost Church the rumor hath
• 1:55:57
  Speaker 2: out on the winds, the ringing goeth once full of pilgrims.
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  Speaker 2: Was the path? Now? Where to find it? No one knoweth.
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  Speaker 2: Deep in the wood I lately went where no foot
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  Speaker 2: trodden way is lying. From times corrupt on evil bent
• 1:56:12
  Speaker 2: my heart to God went out in sighing. There in
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  Speaker 2: the wild wood's deep repose, I heard the ringing somewhat nearer.
• 1:56:20
  Speaker 2: The higher that my longing rose, Its peel grew fuller
• 1:56:24
  Speaker 2: and became clearer. My thoughts upon themselves did brood. My
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  Speaker 2: sense was with the sound, so busy that I have
• 1:56:32
  Speaker 2: never understood how I did climb that steep, So dizzy,
• 1:56:35
  Speaker 2: it seemed more than a hundred years had passed me
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  Speaker 2: over dreaming sighing. When far above the clouds appears an
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  Speaker 2: open space in sunlight, lying dark blue, the heavens above
• 1:56:47
  Speaker 2: it bowed. The sun was radiant, large and glowing. And
• 1:56:51
  Speaker 2: see a minister's structure proud stood in the rich light, golden,
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  Speaker 2: showing the clouds around it sunny clear, see bearing it
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  Speaker 2: aloft like pinions, its spire point seemed to disappear, slow,
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  Speaker 2: vanishing in heaven's dominions. The bell's clear tones of rapture
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  Speaker 2: full boomed in the tower and made it quiver. No
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  Speaker 2: mortal hand that rope did pull. A dumb storm made
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  Speaker 2: it swing and shiver. It seemed to heave my throbbing breast.
• 1:57:20
  Speaker 2: That heavenly storm with torrent, blended with wavering step, Yet
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  Speaker 2: hopeful quest into the church my way, I wended what
• 1:57:29
  Speaker 2: met me there, as in I rode with syllables cannot
• 1:57:33
  Speaker 2: be painted darksome yet clear. The windows glowed with forms
• 1:57:37
  Speaker 2: of all the martyr's sainted. Then saw I radiantly unfurled form,
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  Speaker 2: swell to life and break its barriers. I looked abroad
• 1:57:48
  Speaker 2: into a world of holy women and God's warriors. Down
• 1:57:52
  Speaker 2: at the altar, I kneeled soft with love and prayer,
• 1:57:55
  Speaker 2: my heart allegiant upon the ceiling far aloft. Was ain't
• 1:58:00
  Speaker 2: a heaven's resplendent pageant. But when again I lift mine eyes,
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  Speaker 2: lo the high vault has flown, asunder the upward gate
• 1:58:08
  Speaker 2: wide open lies, and every veil unveils A wonder what gloriousness?
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  Speaker 2: I then beheld with silent worship, speechless wonder what blessed
• 1:58:19
  Speaker 2: sounds upon me swelled like organs and like trumpets thunder.
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  Speaker 2: No human words could ever tell. But who for such
• 1:58:27
  Speaker 2: is sighing sorest? Let him give heed unto the bell
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  Speaker 2: that dimly soundeth in the forest. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 2: LibriVox recording is in the public domain. The Dream from
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  Speaker 2: Uhlund by George mac Donald read for LibriVox start org
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  Speaker 2: by Sandra Nova Scotia, twenty twenty three. In a garden
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  Speaker 2: sweet went walking, two lovers hand in hand, and two
• 1:59:01
  Speaker 2: pallid figures low talking. They sat in the flowery land.
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  Speaker 2: They kissed on the cheek one another, and they kissed
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  Speaker 2: upon the mouth. They held in their arms each the other,
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  Speaker 2: and back came their health and youth. Two little bells
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  Speaker 2: rang shrilly, and the lovely dream was dead. She lay
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  Speaker 2: in the cloister, chilly, he afar on his dungeon bed.
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  Speaker 2: End of palm. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Leader four from Heine by George mac Donald read for
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  Speaker 2: LibriVox dot org by Sandra Novascota, twenty twenty three. Thy
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  Speaker 2: little hand lay on my bosom. Dear, what a knocking
• 1:59:52
  Speaker 2: in that little chamber? Dost here there? Dwelleth a carpenter evil,
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  Speaker 2: and he's hard at work on a coffin for me.
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  Speaker 2: He hammers and knocks by night, and by day tis
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  Speaker 2: long since he drove all my sleep away. Ah, hastey, carpenter, busy,
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  Speaker 2: Keep that I the sooner may go to sleep. End
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  Speaker 2: of pom. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Leolishes Intermitzo from Hine by George mac Donald, read for
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  Speaker 5: LibriVox dot Org by Aaron Zimmermann, thirty eight. The phantoms
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  Speaker 5: of times forgotten arise from out their grave and show
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  Speaker 5: me how once in thy presence I lived the life
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  Speaker 5: it gave. In the day, I wandered, dreaming through the
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  Speaker 5: streets with unsteady foot. The people looked at me in wonder.
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  Speaker 5: I was so mourn and mew At night, then it
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  Speaker 5: was better, for empty was the town. I and my
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  Speaker 5: shadow together walked speechless up and down my way, with
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  Speaker 5: echoing footstep over the bridge, I took the moon broke
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  Speaker 5: out of the waters and gave me a meaning.
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  Speaker 4: Look.
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  Speaker 5: I stopped before thy dwelling and gazed, and gazed again,
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  Speaker 5: stood staring up at thy window. My heart was in
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  Speaker 5: such pain. I know that thou, from thy window didst
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  Speaker 5: often look downward and sawest me there in the moonlight,
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  Speaker 5: a motionless pillar stand forty one. I dreamt of the
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  Speaker 5: daughter of a king. With white cheeks tear bewetted. We
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  Speaker 5: sat neath the lime tree's leavy ring in love's embraces, nedded.
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  Speaker 5: I would not have thy father's throne, his crown, or
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  Speaker 5: his golden scepter. I went my lovely princess alone from
• 2:02:09
  Speaker 5: fate that so long hath kept her. That cannot be,
• 2:02:13
  Speaker 5: she said to me. I lie in the grave on cheerily,
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  Speaker 5: and only at night. I come to THEE because I
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  Speaker 5: love THEE so dearly. Forty five in the summer sunny morning,
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  Speaker 5: into the garden I come. The flowers are whispering and talking.
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  Speaker 5: But for me I wander dumb. The flowers are whispering
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  Speaker 5: and talking. They pity my look. So wan, thou must
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  Speaker 5: not be cross with our sister. Thou sorrowful, pale faced man.
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  Speaker 5: Forty four night lay upon mine eyelids, upon my mouth,
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  Speaker 5: lay lead with rigid brain and bosom. I lay among
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  Speaker 5: the dead. How long it was? I know not that
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  Speaker 5: sleep oblivion gave. I wakened up, and listening, heard a
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  Speaker 5: knocking at my grave. Tis time to rise up, Henry.
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  Speaker 5: The eternal day draws on the dead. Are all arisen.
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  Speaker 5: The eternal joy's begun, My love. I cannot raise me,
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  Speaker 5: for I have lost my sight. My eyes with bitter weeping,
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  Speaker 5: they are extinguished quite from thy dear eyelids. Henry, I'll
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  Speaker 5: kiss the night away. Thou shalt behold the angels and
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  Speaker 5: Heaven's superb display. My love, I cannot raise me, still bleeds,
• 2:03:48
  Speaker 5: my bosom gored where thou art deep didst stab me
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  Speaker 5: with a keen pointed word soft. I will lay it, Henry,
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  Speaker 5: my hand soft on thy heart, and that will stop
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  Speaker 5: its bleeding and soothe at once the smart my love.
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  Speaker 5: I cannot raise me. My head is bleeding too. When
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  Speaker 5: thou west stolen from me, I shot it through and
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  Speaker 5: through I with my tresses. Henry will stop the fountain
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  Speaker 5: red press back again the blood stream and heal thy
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  Speaker 5: wounded head. She begged so sweetly, dearly, I could no
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  Speaker 5: more say.
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  Speaker 7: No.
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  Speaker 5: I tried, I strove to raise me and to my
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  Speaker 5: darling go. Then the wounds again burst open with torrent force.
• 2:04:46
  Speaker 5: Outbreak from head and breast the blood stream, and lo
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  Speaker 5: I came awake. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 5: the public domain. The Hind Care from Hind by George
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  Speaker 5: MacDonald read for LibriVox dot org by Aaron Zimmermann sixty.
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  Speaker 5: They have company this evening, and the house is full
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  Speaker 5: of light. Up there at the shining window moves a
• 2:05:22
  Speaker 5: shadowy form in white. Thou seest me not in the darkness.
• 2:05:28
  Speaker 5: I stand here below apart yet less. Ah Lest thou
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  Speaker 5: seest into my gloomy heart. My gloomy heart it loves THEE,
• 2:05:39
  Speaker 5: loves THEE. In every spot it breaks, it bleeds, it shudders.
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  Speaker 5: But into it thou ceast not sixty two diamonds, hast
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  Speaker 5: thou and pearls and all by which men lay store.
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  Speaker 5: And of eyes thou hast the fairest, darling. What wouldst
• 2:06:01
  Speaker 5: thou more? Upon thine eyes so lovely? Have I a
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  Speaker 5: whole army corpse of undying songs composed? Dearest? What wouldst
• 2:06:13
  Speaker 5: thou more? And with thine eyes so lovely thou hast
• 2:06:19
  Speaker 5: tortured me very sore, and hast ruined me altogether? Darling?
• 2:06:25
  Speaker 5: What wouldst thou more? And of poem? This recording is
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  Speaker 5: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: The Nord say from Heina by George McDonald read for
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  Speaker 1: Liveryvax dot Org by Alan Maapstone, first Cycle twelve. Peace
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  Speaker 1: high in heaven. The sun was glowing, White cloud waves
• 2:07:00
  Speaker 1: were round him flowing. The sea was still and gray.
• 2:07:06
  Speaker 1: Thinking in dreams by the helm, I lay half waking,
• 2:07:11
  Speaker 1: half in slumber. Then saw I Christ, the Savior of
• 2:07:16
  Speaker 1: men in undulating garments white. He walk'd in giant shape
• 2:07:22
  Speaker 1: and height over land and sea, high in the heaven,
• 2:07:28
  Speaker 1: up tower'd his head, his hands in blessing. Forth he
• 2:07:32
  Speaker 1: spread over land and sea, and for a heart in
• 2:07:38
  Speaker 1: his breast he bore the sun. There did it rest,
• 2:07:43
  Speaker 1: the red flaming heart of the Lord. Out of its
• 2:07:47
  Speaker 1: gracious radiance pour'd its fair and love caressing light, with
• 2:07:53
  Speaker 1: illuminating and warming might. Over land and sea. Sounds of
• 2:08:01
  Speaker 1: solemn bells that go through the air to and fro
• 2:08:06
  Speaker 1: drew like swans in rosy traces, with soft, solemn, stately graces.
• 2:08:12
  Speaker 1: The gliding ship to the green shore peopled for many
• 2:08:17
  Speaker 1: a century hoar by men who dwell at rest in
• 2:08:22
  Speaker 1: a mighty, far spreading and high towered city. Oh, wonder
• 2:08:28
  Speaker 1: of peace, How still was the town? The hollow tumult
• 2:08:33
  Speaker 1: had all gone down of the babbling and the stifling trades.
• 2:08:39
  Speaker 1: And through each clean and echoing street walked men and women,
• 2:08:44
  Speaker 1: and youths and maids, white clothes, wearing palm branches, bearing
• 2:08:50
  Speaker 1: and ever and always when two did meet, they gazed
• 2:08:54
  Speaker 1: with eyes that Plaine did tell they understood each other well,
• 2:09:00
  Speaker 1: and trembling in self renouncements and love each a kiss
• 2:09:05
  Speaker 1: on the other's forehead, laid and looked up to the
• 2:09:09
  Speaker 1: Saviour's sun heart, above which, in joyful atoning, its red
• 2:09:15
  Speaker 1: blood rayed down upon all. And the people said from
• 2:09:20
  Speaker 1: hearts with threefold gladness, blest, ludid be Jesus Christ and
• 2:09:28
  Speaker 1: a poem. His recording is in the public domain.
• 2:09:38
  Speaker 8: The Grave from Vaughan sallis Sewath by George mac donald
• 2:09:42
  Speaker 8: and for LibriVox dot Org by Agnes Robert Baer. The
• 2:09:47
  Speaker 8: grave is deep and soundness. Its brink is ghastly lone
• 2:09:52
  Speaker 8: with their are dark and boundness. It hides a land unknown.
• 2:09:57
  Speaker 8: The nightingale sweet closes down. There come not at all
• 2:10:02
  Speaker 8: in friendships. Withered roses on the mossy hillock fall their hands,
• 2:10:08
  Speaker 8: Young brides forsaken bring bleeding there in vain, the cries
• 2:10:12
  Speaker 8: of orphans waken, no answer to their pain. Yet nowhere
• 2:10:18
  Speaker 8: else for mortals dwells there, implored repose Through none but
• 2:10:23
  Speaker 8: those dark portals. Home to his arrest. Man goes the
• 2:10:28
  Speaker 8: poor heart here. Forever my storm on storm beats sore,
• 2:10:33
  Speaker 8: its true peace gaineth never, but where it beats no more.
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  Speaker 8: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Psyche's Mourning from von sallis se Wess by George MacDonald,
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  Speaker 5: read for LibriVox dot Org by Aaron Zimmermann. Psyche moans
• 2:11:02
  Speaker 5: in deep, sunk, darksome, prison for redemption, ah for light,
• 2:11:08
  Speaker 5: She aches, fears, hopes. After every noise, doth listen whether
• 2:11:14
  Speaker 5: fate her bars of iron breaks bound. Are Psyche's pinions airy, soaring,
• 2:11:22
  Speaker 5: yet high hearted? Is she groaning? Low? Knows that under clouds,
• 2:11:27
  Speaker 5: whence rain is pouring, sprouts the palm that crowns the
• 2:11:32
  Speaker 5: victor's brow, knows among the thorns the rose, Yet raineth.
• 2:11:39
  Speaker 5: Golden flowers spring from the desert grave. She her garland,
• 2:11:44
  Speaker 5: through denial gaineth, and her strength is steel'd by winds
• 2:11:50
  Speaker 5: that rave tis through lack that she her blisses bieth.
• 2:11:56
  Speaker 5: Sorrow's dream comes true by longing long lest light break
• 2:12:01
  Speaker 5: the sleep wherein she lieth round her tree of life,
• 2:12:06
  Speaker 5: The shadows throng. Psyche's wail is but a fluted sadness
• 2:12:12
  Speaker 5: heard from willows, the moon silvereth. Psyche's tears are dews
• 2:12:17
  Speaker 5: of morning redness, and her sighs the sweet night Violet's
• 2:12:22
  Speaker 5: breath use o'ershade, the myrtle of her probation. Much she loves,
• 2:12:29
  Speaker 5: for great has been her dole love leads through the
• 2:12:33
  Speaker 5: paths of separation, leads her to reunion's joyous goal. She endures, bravely,
• 2:12:42
  Speaker 5: bears every burden, dumb before the will of fate bends
• 2:12:47
  Speaker 5: low lies her bliss, the patient, tranquil word in her
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  Speaker 5: one cordial feelings, overflow pre conviction, ah, the call, the
• 2:12:59
  Speaker 5: token in spreading wings, the darksome sky to cleave tis
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  Speaker 5: but boding tis but knowledge, broken truths, But what she
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  Speaker 5: truly doth believe. Darkness hides the goal of Psyche's mission.
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  Speaker 5: For the eyes that tears so often gull reach not
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  Speaker 5: to the summit of completion, where illusions vaporous veil doth fall.
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  Speaker 5: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: The Mother by the Cradle from Claudius by George MacDonald
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  Speaker 5: read for LibriVox dot Org by Aaron Zimmerman. Sleep, Baby Boy,
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  Speaker 5: Sleep sweet, Secure Thy father's very miniature that art thou,
• 2:13:55
  Speaker 5: though thy father goes and says that thou hast not
• 2:14:00
  Speaker 5: his nose this very moment here was he his face
• 2:14:05
  Speaker 5: o'er thine did pose and said, much has he sure
• 2:14:10
  Speaker 5: of me? But no, tis not my nose. I think
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  Speaker 5: myself it is too small. But it is his nose
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  Speaker 5: after all. For if thy nose, his nose be not
• 2:14:25
  Speaker 5: whence came the nose that thou hast God sleep boy,
• 2:14:30
  Speaker 5: thy father only chose to tease me. That's his part.
• 2:14:36
  Speaker 5: Never you mind about his nose, but see you have
• 2:14:41
  Speaker 5: his heart. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 5: public domain.
• 2:14:53
  Speaker 6: Contentment from Claudius by George McDonald read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 6: org by Suzanne Carroll. I am content in Triumph's tone
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  Speaker 6: my song. Let people know, and many a mighty man
• 2:15:12
  Speaker 6: with throne and scepter is not so. And if he is,
• 2:15:17
  Speaker 6: why then I cry? The man is just the same
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  Speaker 6: as I. The mogul's gold, the Sultan's show, the hero's bliss,
• 2:15:26
  Speaker 6: who vexed to find no other world below up to
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  Speaker 6: the moon, look next, hide none of them, for things
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  Speaker 6: like that are only fit for laughing at. My motto
• 2:15:39
  Speaker 6: is content with this gold, rank I prize not such
• 2:15:46
  Speaker 6: that which I have. My measure is wise. Men desire
• 2:15:51
  Speaker 6: not much. Men wish and wish, and have their will
• 2:15:57
  Speaker 6: and wish again as hungry still and gold or honor,
• 2:16:02
  Speaker 6: though it rings is but a brittle glass. Experience of
• 2:16:07
  Speaker 6: changing things might teach a very ass right. Often many
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  Speaker 6: turns to none, and honor has but a short run
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  Speaker 6: to do right. To be good and clear is more
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  Speaker 6: than rank and gold. Then art thou always of good,
• 2:16:26
  Speaker 6: cheer and blisses, hast untold. Then art thou with thyself
• 2:16:32
  Speaker 6: at one and hatest no man, feerrest none. I am
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  Speaker 6: content in Triumph's tone my song. Let people know, and
• 2:16:44
  Speaker 6: many a mighty man with throne and scepter is not so.
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  Speaker 6: And if he is, why then I cry? The man
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  Speaker 6: is just the same as I. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 6: record is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Three pairs and one from the Dutch of Zenieste by
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  Speaker 2: George mac Donald read for LibriVox dot Org by Sandra
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  Speaker 2: Three pairs and one. You have two ears and but
• 2:17:22
  Speaker 2: one mouth. Let this trend be a token. Much should
• 2:17:26
  Speaker 2: be heard and not so much be spoken. You have
• 2:17:30
  Speaker 2: two eyes and but one mouth. That is an indication.
• 2:17:36
  Speaker 2: Much must you see, but little serves relation. You have
• 2:17:41
  Speaker 2: two hands and but one mouth. Receive the hint you
• 2:17:45
  Speaker 2: meet with for labor two, but only one to eat
• 2:17:50
  Speaker 2: with and of palm. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Song of the Lonely from the German by George MacDonald,
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  Speaker 7: read Forlibrivox dot org by Pipper moss Son. Firstborn at
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  Speaker 7: home abiding, all without is cold and bare. Hide me
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  Speaker 7: from the tempest's chiding. Warm beside the father's chair. I
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  Speaker 7: am homesick, Lord of splendor. Twilight fills my soul with fright.
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  Speaker 7: Let thy countenance befriend her, shining from the halls of light.
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  Speaker 7: I am homesick, loving father. Long years hath the pain increased? Soon? Oh, soon,
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  Speaker 7: thy children gather to the endless marriage feast. End of poem.
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  Speaker 7: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 8: Silent fifty nine from Betray by George mac Donald, Breadfull
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  Speaker 8: Librovox dot org by Agnes Robert Bhaer. I am so
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  Speaker 8: weary was the burden old, a foregone faults in power
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  Speaker 8: of custom base that much I fear to perish from
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  Speaker 8: the ways and fall into my enemy's grim fold. True
• 2:19:21
  Speaker 8: a high friend to free me, nought with gold came
• 2:19:25
  Speaker 8: of ineffable and utmost grace. Then straightway vanished from before
• 2:19:29
  Speaker 8: my face, so that in vain I strive him to behold.
• 2:19:34
  Speaker 8: But his woice had comes echoing below. O Ye that
• 2:19:38
  Speaker 8: labor the way open lies come unto me, lest some
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  Speaker 8: one shut the gate. What heavenly grace would love will?
• 2:19:46
  Speaker 8: Or what fate the pinions of a dove on me
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  Speaker 8: bestow that I may rest and from the earth arise.
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  Speaker 8: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Sonnet seventy five from Petrarch by George mac donald, read
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  Speaker 2: for LibriVox dot Org by Sandra Sonnet seventy five. The
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  Speaker 2: elect angels and the souls in bliss, the citizens of heaven,
• 2:20:21
  Speaker 2: when that first day my lady passed from me and
• 2:20:24
  Speaker 2: went their way of marvel and pity full did round
• 2:20:28
  Speaker 2: her press what light is this? And what new loveliness?
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  Speaker 2: They said among them? For such sweet display did never
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  Speaker 2: mount that from the earth, did stray to this high
• 2:20:40
  Speaker 2: dwelling all this age, we guess she well content, Her
• 2:20:44
  Speaker 2: lodging changed to find shows perfect by her peers, most
• 2:20:49
  Speaker 2: perfect placed. And now and then half turning looks behind
• 2:20:54
  Speaker 2: to see if I walk in the way she traced.
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  Speaker 2: Hence I lift heavenward all my heart mind, because I
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  Speaker 2: hear her pray me to make haste. End of poem.
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  Speaker 2: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 8: Milton's Italian poems by George mac donald red for LibriVox
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  Speaker 8: thad or by Agnes Robert bhaer one O Lady Fair,
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  Speaker 8: whose honored name doth grace, green veil and noble Ford
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  Speaker 8: of Reno's streams of all worth void. The man I
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  Speaker 8: surely deem whom thy fair soul enamoreth not apace when
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  Speaker 8: softly self revealed to time and space by actions sweet
• 2:21:44
  Speaker 8: with which thy will doth teem, and fair gifts that
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  Speaker 8: love's bow and arrows seem. But are the flowers that
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  Speaker 8: crown thy perfect grace when thou dost lightsome talk or
• 2:21:57
  Speaker 8: gladsome sing a power to draw the hill trees rooted hard,
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  Speaker 8: the doors of eyes and ears. Let that man keep,
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  Speaker 8: who knows himself unworthy in thy regard race from above
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  Speaker 8: alone him help can bring that passion in his heart
• 2:22:15
  Speaker 8: strike not too deep two, as in the Twilight Brown
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  Speaker 8: on hill side, bear useth the go the little shepherd
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  Speaker 8: maid ordering some strange fair plant, poorly displayed, ill, thriving
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  Speaker 8: in unwonted soil and air, far from its native springtime's
• 2:22:38
  Speaker 8: genial care. So all my ready tongue hath love assade
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  Speaker 8: in a strange speech to wake new flower and blade,
• 2:22:47
  Speaker 8: while I of thee, proud yet so debonair, sing songs
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  Speaker 8: whose sense is to my people lost yield the fair
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  Speaker 8: tames and the fair honor. Gain thou wilt so, and
• 2:23:00
  Speaker 8: I at others cost already knew love never willed in vain.
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  Speaker 8: But my heart's low and bosom hard were found to
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  Speaker 8: him who plants from heaven so fair a ground. Three
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  Speaker 8: canzone ladies in youth let in their favor, bask with
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  Speaker 8: mocking smiles, Come round me with thee. Why why dost thou,
• 2:23:28
  Speaker 8: with an unknown language cope love for me? Whence thy
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  Speaker 8: courage for the task, tell us so never frustrate, be
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  Speaker 8: thy hope, and the best thought still to thy thinking
• 2:23:40
  Speaker 8: fly thus me. They mock the other streams, they cry,
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  Speaker 8: the other shores. Another sea demands upon whose verdant strands
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  Speaker 8: are budding even this moment, for thy hair immortal girden
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  Speaker 8: bays that will not die, and overburden on thy back.
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  Speaker 8: Why bear song, I will tell thee thou for me,
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  Speaker 8: reply my lady saith, and her word is my heart.
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  Speaker 8: This is love's mother tongue and fits his part four diodati,
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  Speaker 8: and I muse to tell the tale this stubborn eye
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  Speaker 8: that love was wont despise and make a laughter of
• 2:24:27
  Speaker 8: his snares. Unwise am fallen where honest feet will sometimes fail.
• 2:24:34
  Speaker 8: Not golden tresses nor cheek for male dazzle me. Thus,
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  Speaker 8: but in a new world guise a foreign fair. My
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  Speaker 8: heart beat defies with mien. Where high soul'd modesty, I
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  Speaker 8: hail I softly splendent, was a darkness dear a speech
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  Speaker 8: that more than one tongue vassal hath a voice that
• 2:24:57
  Speaker 8: in the middle hemisphere my to make the tired moon
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  Speaker 8: wander from her path, while from her eyes such gracious
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  Speaker 8: flashes shoot that stopping hard, my ears were a little boot.
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  Speaker 8: Five sir tease, my lady, sweet your blessed eyes. It
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  Speaker 8: cannot be but that they are my son as strong
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  Speaker 8: they smite me as he smites upon the man whose
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  Speaker 8: way o'er libyan desert lies the while of vapor hot
• 2:25:31
  Speaker 8: it doth me surprise from the side springing where my
• 2:25:35
  Speaker 8: pain doth one perchance accustomed lovers I am none and
• 2:25:41
  Speaker 8: know not in their speech call such things sighs apart,
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  Speaker 8: shut in sore vexed itself conceals and shakes My bosom
• 2:25:51
  Speaker 8: part undisciplined, breaks forth, and all around to ice congeals.
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  Speaker 8: But that which to mine eyes the way doth find
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  Speaker 8: makes all my nights in silent showers abound, until my
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  Speaker 8: dawn returns with roses crown'd six a modest youth, and
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  Speaker 8: love a simpleton. When to escape myself, I seek and shift,
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  Speaker 8: lady I of my heart, the humble gift thou unto
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  Speaker 8: thee in trials many a one, true brave, I found
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  Speaker 8: it firm to things begun by gracious, prudent, worthy thoughts uplift.
• 2:26:37
  Speaker 8: When roars the great world in the thunder rift its
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  Speaker 8: own self, farmer, adamant, it will dawn from chance and envy.
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  Speaker 8: I securely barred from fears and hopes, that still the
• 2:26:51
  Speaker 8: crowd abuse as inward gifts, in high worth coveting, and
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  Speaker 8: the resounding lyre and ev'ry muse. There only wilt thou
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  Speaker 8: find it not so hard where love hath fix'd his
• 2:27:05
  Speaker 8: evericureless sting end of Pomp. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 8: public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Dame Music from Luther by George mac Donald read Forliverybox
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  Speaker 1: dot Org by al mapstone. Of all the joys earth
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  Speaker 1: possesses none the gladness find surpasses, which I give you
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  Speaker 1: with my singing and with much harmonious ringing. An evil
• 2:27:46
  Speaker 1: spirit cannot dwell where companions are singing. Well. Here, strife, wrath, envy,
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  Speaker 1: hate are not. Every heartache must leave the spot. Greed
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  Speaker 1: care All things that hard oppress troop off with great
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  Speaker 1: unwilling ness. Also each man is free to this for
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  Speaker 1: such a joy no trestless, is God himself pleasing better
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  Speaker 1: far than all the joys on earth that are. It
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  Speaker 1: breaks the toils by Satan's spun, and many a murder
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  Speaker 1: keeps undone of this. King David is the proof who
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  Speaker 1: often soul did hold aloof or with his harping sweet
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  Speaker 1: and well, that he not into murder fell for God's
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  Speaker 1: own truth in word and will. It makes the heart
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  Speaker 1: ready and still that new elisha well I woke when
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  Speaker 1: he the spirit by harping God. The best time of
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  Speaker 1: the year is mine, when all the little bird birds
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  Speaker 1: sing fine fill heaven and earth full of their strain.
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  Speaker 1: Much good singing is going. Then the nightingale the lead
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  Speaker 1: she takes, and everything right Mary makes with her gladsome,
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  Speaker 1: lovely song, for which great thanks to her belong. But
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  Speaker 1: more to our dear Lord God much who has created
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  Speaker 1: the bird such a song stress of the true right sort,
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  Speaker 1: a mistress of the music art. She sings and springs
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  Speaker 1: both nights and days to him, not weary of his
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  Speaker 1: praise him lording come my songs as well my everlasting
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  Speaker 1: thanks to tell and a poem as recordings in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain. End of Rampoly by George MacDonald.
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