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Address to Certain Goldfishes - Hartley Coleridge · Diaries of Court Ladies of Old Japan

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  Speaker 1: Address to certain Goldfishes by Heartily Coleridge read forlibbrivox dot
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  Speaker 1: Org by algaepug Perth, Western Australia. Restless forms of living light,
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  Speaker 1: quivering on your lucid wings, cheating still the curious sight
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  Speaker 1: with a thousand shadowings, various as the tints of even
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  Speaker 1: gorgeous as the hues of heaven reflected on your native streams.
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  Speaker 1: In flitting, flashing, billowy gleams. Harmless warriors clad in mail
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  Speaker 1: of silver breastplate, golden scale, male of nature's own, bestowing
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  Speaker 1: with peaceful radiance, mildly glowing fleet, are ye as fleet
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  Speaker 1: ast galley or pirate rover sent from Sally, keener than
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  Speaker 1: the Tata's arrow, sports ye in your sea, so narrow
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  Speaker 1: was the sun himself, Your sire, were ye born a
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  Speaker 1: vital fire, or of the shade of golden flowers, such
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  Speaker 1: as we fetch from eastern bowers to mock this murky
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  Speaker 1: clime of ours? Upwards downwards? Now ye glance, weaving many
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  Speaker 1: a mazy dance, seeming still to grow in size when
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  Speaker 1: ye would elude our eyes, pretty creatures we might deem
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  Speaker 1: ye were happy as ye seem as gay as gamesome
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  Speaker 1: and as blithe as a light, as loving and as
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  Speaker 1: lithe as gladly earnest in your play, as when ye
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  Speaker 1: gleamed in far Cathay. And yet since on this hapless earth,
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  Speaker 1: their small sincerity in mirth and laughter oft is but
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  Speaker 1: an art to drown the outcry of the heart. It
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  Speaker 1: may be that your ceaseless gambols, your wheelings, dartings, divings rambles,
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  Speaker 1: your restless roving round and round the circle of your
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  Speaker 1: crystal bound is but the task of weary pain and
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  Speaker 1: endless labour, dull and vain. And while your forms are
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  Speaker 1: gaily shining, your little lives are inly pining. Nay, but
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  Speaker 1: still they fain would dream that ye are happy as
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  Speaker 1: ye seem. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Addressed to certain Goldfishes by Hartley coal Ridge, read for
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  Speaker 2: LibriVox by Amboulay. Restless forms of living light, quivering on
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  Speaker 2: your lucid wings, cheating still the curious sight with a
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  Speaker 2: thousand shadowings, various as the tints of even gorgeous as
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  Speaker 2: the hues of heaven, reflected on your native streams, in flitting, flashing,
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  Speaker 2: billowing gleams, Harmless warriors clad in mail of silver breastplate,
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  Speaker 2: gold scale, male of nature's own, bestowing with peaceful radiance,
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  Speaker 2: mildly glowing fleet are ye as fleet is scalley or
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  Speaker 2: pirate rover scent from sally keener than the tartar's arrow
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  Speaker 2: spot ye in your sea, so narrow was the sun himself,
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  Speaker 2: your sire, Were ye born of vital fire, or of
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  Speaker 2: the shade of golden flowers, such as we fetch from
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  Speaker 2: eastern bowers to mock this murky clime of ours? Upwards downwards.
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  Speaker 2: Now ye glance, weaving many a mazy dance, seeming still
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  Speaker 2: to grow in size, when ye would elude our eyes,
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  Speaker 2: pretty creatures, we might deem ye were happy as ye seem,
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  Speaker 2: as gay as gamesome, and as blithe, as light, as loving,
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  Speaker 2: and as lithe as gladly earnest in your play, as
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  Speaker 2: when ye gleamed in far Cathay. And yet since on
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  Speaker 2: this hapless earth there's small sincerity in mirth and laughter
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  Speaker 2: oft is but an art to drown the outcry of
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  Speaker 2: the heart. It may be that your ceaseless gambols, your wheelings, dartings, divings, rambles,
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  Speaker 2: your restless robing round and round the circuit of your
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  Speaker 2: crystal bound is but the task of weary pain and
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  Speaker 2: endless labor, dull and vain. And while your forms are
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  Speaker 2: gaily shining, your little lives are inly pining. Nay, but
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  Speaker 2: still I fain would dream that ye are happy as
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  Speaker 2: ye seem. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 2: public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Address to certain gold of fishes by hartly Courage, read
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  Speaker 3: only by Reitannia, Restless bombs of living light, quivering on
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  Speaker 3: elucid wings, cheating still the cursed sight with a thousand shadowings,
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  Speaker 3: various as a tins of heaven, quarters as the hues
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  Speaker 3: of heaven, reflecting on your native streams, and fleeting flashing,
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  Speaker 3: billowy limbs, harmless warriors clad in mail of silver breastplate,
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  Speaker 3: golden scale, male of nature's unbstowing with peaceful regions, mildly
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  Speaker 3: glowing fleet aayi as Pides Gari or pirate river sent
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  Speaker 3: from Sali Gina, and the Tartar's arrow sporchy in a
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  Speaker 3: season narrow was the Sun himself as sire? Were you
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  Speaker 3: born of vital fire or of the shade of gulden
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  Speaker 3: flowers such as we fat from eastern bowers To mark
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  Speaker 3: these murky climate hours upwards, donawards nor grants, weaving many
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  Speaker 3: amazing dons see me still to grow inside. When you
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  Speaker 3: would gild our eyes, pretty creatures, we might jim you
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  Speaker 3: were happy as you seem, as gay as gives them,
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  Speaker 3: and as flies, as light as loving, and as lies
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  Speaker 3: as gladly earnest in your play, as when you gleamed
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  Speaker 3: in a cathay. And yet since on this happless earth,
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  Speaker 3: there's small intenrity in mirth, And after a tis but
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  Speaker 3: an art to drown the outcry of the heart. It
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  Speaker 3: may be, but your ceaseless gambols, your weelings, dartings, divings, rambles,
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  Speaker 3: your restless rubbing round and round. The circuit of your
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  Speaker 3: crystal bown is but the task of weary pain and
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  Speaker 3: endless labor, dull and vain. And while your homes are
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  Speaker 3: gaily shining, your little lives are in you pining, nay.
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  Speaker 3: But still I fain would dream that be unhappy as
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  Speaker 3: be seen. And a mis according is in the the.
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  Speaker 4: Domain address to certain Goldfishes by Hart Lake Coleridge, red
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  Speaker 4: for Librevox dot Org by Cynthia Moyer. Restless forms of
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  Speaker 4: living light quivering on your lucid wings, cheating still the
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  Speaker 4: curious sight with a thousand shadowings, various as the tints
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  Speaker 4: of even gorgeous as the hues of heaven reflected on
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  Speaker 4: your native streams. In flitting, flashing, billowy gleams, Harmless warriors
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  Speaker 4: clad in male of silver breastplate, golden scale, male of
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  Speaker 4: nature's own, bestowing with peaceful radiance, mildly glowing fleet, are
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  Speaker 4: ye as fleetest galley or pirate rover sent from Salih,
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  Speaker 4: keener than the tartar's arrow sport ye in your sea,
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  Speaker 4: so narrow was the sun himself, your sire, Were ye
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  Speaker 4: born of vital fire, or of the shade of golden flowers,
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  Speaker 4: such as we fetch from eastern bowers to mock this
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  Speaker 4: murky clime of ours? Upwards downwards? Now ye glance, weaving
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  Speaker 4: many a mazy dance, seeming still to grow in size
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  Speaker 4: when ye would elude our eyes, pretty creatures we might
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  Speaker 4: deem ye were happy as ye seem, as as gamesome,
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  Speaker 4: and as blithe, as light, as loving, and as lithe
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  Speaker 4: as gladly earnest in your play, as when ye gleamed
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  Speaker 4: in far Cathay, And yet since on this hapless earth,
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  Speaker 4: there's small sincerity in mirth and laughter oft is but
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  Speaker 4: an art to drown the outcry of the heart. It
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  Speaker 4: may be that your ceaseless gambols, your wheelings, dartings, divings rambles,
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  Speaker 4: your restless roving round and round, the circuit of your
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  Speaker 4: crystal bound is but the task of weary pain, an
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  Speaker 4: endless labor, dull and vain. And while your forms are
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  Speaker 4: gaily shining, your little lives are inly pining. Nay, but
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  Speaker 4: still I fain would dream that ye are happy as
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  Speaker 4: ye seem. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 4: public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Addressed to certain Goldfishes by Hartley Cooleridge, read forlibrevox dot
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  Speaker 5: org by Chikito Crasto, Birmingham, Alabama. Restless forms of living light,
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  Speaker 5: quivering on elucid wings, cheating still, the curious sight with
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  Speaker 5: a thousand shadowings, various as the tints of even gorgeous
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  Speaker 5: as the hues of heaven, reflected on your native streams,
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  Speaker 5: in flitting, flashing, billowy gleams. Harmless warriors clad in mail
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  Speaker 5: of silver, breastplate, golden scale, male of nature's own, bestowing
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  Speaker 5: with peaceful radiance. Mildly glowing fleet are ye as fleetest
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  Speaker 5: galley or pirate rovers sent from Sally Keener than the
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  Speaker 5: tartar's arrow, spoke ye in your sea, so narrow was
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  Speaker 5: the sun himself, Yo, sire, were ye born of vital fire,
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  Speaker 5: or of the shade of golden flowers, such as we
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  Speaker 5: fetch from eastern bowers to mock this murky clime of ours?
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  Speaker 5: Upwards downwards? Now ye glance, weaving many a mazy dance,
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  Speaker 5: seeming still to grow in size, when ye would elude
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  Speaker 5: our eyes, pretty creatures, we might deem ye were happy
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  Speaker 5: as ye seem, as gay as gamesoen, and as blithe,
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  Speaker 5: as light, as loving, and as live as gladly earnest
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  Speaker 5: in your play, as when ye gleamed in far Cathay.
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  Speaker 5: And yet since in this hapless earth their small sincerity
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  Speaker 5: in mirth and laughter oft is but an art to
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  Speaker 5: drown the outcry of the heart. It may be that yo,
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  Speaker 5: ceaseless gambols, your wheelings, dartings, divings rambles, Your restless roving
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  Speaker 5: round and round the circuit of your crystal bound is
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  Speaker 5: but the task of very pain, an endless labor, dull
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  Speaker 5: in vain. And while your forms are gaily shining, your
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  Speaker 5: little eyes are inly pining, Nay, but still I fain
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  Speaker 5: would dream that ye are as happy as ye see
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  Speaker 5: and off poem. This recording is the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: Addressed to certain Goldfishes by Hartley Coleridge, read for librevox
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  Speaker 6: dot Org by Capricia Page. Restless forms of living light,
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  Speaker 6: quivering on your lucid wings, cheating still the curious sight
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  Speaker 6: with a thousand shadowings, various as the tints of even
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  Speaker 6: gorgeous as the hues of heaven reflected on your native streams,
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  Speaker 6: and flitting, flashing, billowing gleams. Harmless warriors, glad in mail
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  Speaker 6: of silver breastplate, golden scale, male of nature's own, bestowing
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  Speaker 6: with peaceful radiance, mildly glowing fleet are ye as fleetest
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  Speaker 6: galley or pirate rovers sent from sally, keener than the
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  Speaker 6: tartar's arrow sport Ye in your sea, so narrow was
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  Speaker 6: the sun himself, your sire, Were ye born of vital
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  Speaker 6: fire or of the shade of golden flowers, such as
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  Speaker 6: we fetch from eastern bowers to mock the murky clime
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  Speaker 6: of hours upwards downwards? Now ye glance, weaving many a
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  Speaker 6: mazy dance, seeming still to grow in size when ye
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  Speaker 6: would elude our eyes, pretty creatures, we might deem ye
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  Speaker 6: are as happy as ye seem, as gay as gamesome,
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  Speaker 6: and as blithe, as light, as loving, and as lithe
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  Speaker 6: as gladly earnest in your play, as when ye gleamed
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  Speaker 6: in far Cathay. And yet since on this hapless earth,
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  Speaker 6: their small sincerity in mirth and laughter oft is but
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  Speaker 6: an art to drown the outcry of the heart. It
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  Speaker 6: may be that your ceaseless gambols, your wheelings, dartings, divings rambles,
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  Speaker 6: your restless roving round and round, the circuit of your
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  Speaker 6: crystal bound is but the task of weary pain, an
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  Speaker 6: endless labor, dull and vain. And while your forms are
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  Speaker 6: gaily shining, your little lives are inly pining. Nay, but
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  Speaker 6: still I fain would dream that ye are as happy
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  Speaker 6: as ye seem. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 6: the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Addressed to certain gold Fishes by Hartley Coleridge, red for
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  Speaker 7: LibriVox dot Org by David Lawrence. Restless forms of living light,
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  Speaker 7: quivering on your lucid wings, cheating still the curious sight
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  Speaker 7: with a thousand shadowings, various as the tints of even
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  Speaker 7: gorgeous as the hues of heaven reflected on your native streams,
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  Speaker 7: in fitting flashing, billowy gleams, Harmless warriors clad in mail
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  Speaker 7: of silver breastplate, golden scale, male of nature's own, bestowing
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  Speaker 7: with peaceful radiance, mildly lowing fwet eury, as fweet as
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  Speaker 7: galley or pirate rover sent from Sally keener than the
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  Speaker 7: tartar's arrow sport e in your sea. So narrow was
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  Speaker 7: the sun himself, sire? Were he born of vital fire
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  Speaker 7: or of the shade of golden flowers, such as we
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  Speaker 7: fetch from eastern bowers to mock this murky climb of
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  Speaker 7: ours upwards downwards? Now we glance, weaving many a mazy dance,
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  Speaker 7: seeming still to grow in size when ye would elude
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  Speaker 7: our eyes, pretty creatures, we might deem Ye were as
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  Speaker 7: happy as he seem, as gay as gayesum and his
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  Speaker 7: brithe as light, as loving and as lithe as gladly
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  Speaker 7: earnest in your play, as when he gleamed in far Cathay,
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  Speaker 7: and yet since on the Sapple's earth. Their small sincerity
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  Speaker 7: in mirth and laughter oft is but an art to
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  Speaker 7: drown the outcry of the heart. It may be that
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  Speaker 7: your ceaseless gambols, your wheelings, dartings, divings rambles, your restless
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  Speaker 7: roving round and round, the circuit of your crystal bound
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  Speaker 7: is but the task of weary pain and endless labor,
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  Speaker 7: dull in vain, And while your forms are gaily shining,
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  Speaker 7: your little lives are inly pining. Nay, but still I
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  Speaker 7: fain would dream that you are happy as he seem.
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  Speaker 7: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 8: Addressed to certain Goldfishes by Hartley Coleridge, read for libravox
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  Speaker 8: dot Org by Florence Short, Gambia, Ohio. Restless forms of
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  Speaker 8: living light, quivering on your lucid wings, cheating still the
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  Speaker 8: curious sight with a thousand shadowings, various as the tints
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  Speaker 8: of even gorgeous as the hues of heaven, reflected on
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  Speaker 8: your native's dreams, in fitting, flashing, billowy gleams, Harmless warriors
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  Speaker 8: clad in mail of silver breastplate, golden scale, male of
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  Speaker 8: nature's own, bestowing with peaceful radiance, mildly glowing fleet our
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  Speaker 8: ye as fleetest galley or pirate rover. Sent from Sally
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  Speaker 8: Keener than the Tartar's arrow sport ye in your sea,
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  Speaker 8: so narrow was the sun Himselfier, sire, were ye born
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  Speaker 8: of vital fire, or of the shade of golden flowers,
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  Speaker 8: such as we fetch from eastern bowers to mock this
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  Speaker 8: murky climb of ours upwards downwards. Now ye glance weaving
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  Speaker 8: many amazing dance, seeming still to grow in size when
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  Speaker 8: ye would elude our eyes, pretty creatures, we might deem
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  Speaker 8: ye were happy as ye seem, as gay as gainsom,
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  Speaker 8: and as blithe, as light as loving, and as light
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  Speaker 8: as gladly earnest in your play, as when ye gleamed
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  Speaker 8: in far Cathay. And yet since on this hapless earth
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  Speaker 8: there's small sincerity and mirth and laughter oft is but
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  Speaker 8: an art to drown the outcry of the heart. It
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  Speaker 8: may be that your ceaseless gambols, your wheelings, dartings, divings rambles,
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  Speaker 8: your restless roving round and round the circuit of your
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  Speaker 8: crystal bound is but the task of weary pain, an
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  Speaker 8: endless labor, dull and vain. And while your forms are
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  Speaker 8: gaily shining, your little lies are inly pining. Nay, but
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  Speaker 8: still I fain would dream that ye are happy as
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  Speaker 8: ye seem end of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 8: public domain.
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  Speaker 9: Address to certain Goldfishes by Heartly Coleridge, Redfybrivox dot Org
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  Speaker 9: by Ginger Cuckoloa, Restless forms of living light, quivering on
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  Speaker 9: your lucid wings, cheating still the curious sight with a
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  Speaker 9: thousand shadowings, various as the tints of even gorgeous as
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  Speaker 9: the hues of heaven reflected on you native streams and flitting, flashing,
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  Speaker 9: billowy gleams. Harmless warriors clad in mail of silver breastplate,
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  Speaker 9: golden scale, mail of nature's own, bestowing with peaceful radiance,
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  Speaker 9: mildly glowing fleet, are ye as fleet as galley or
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  Speaker 9: pirate rovers sent from sally, keener than the tartar's arrow
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  Speaker 9: sport Ye in your seas, so narrow was the sun himself,
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  Speaker 9: your sire, Were ye born of vital fire or of
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  Speaker 9: the shade of golden flowers, such as we fetch from
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  Speaker 9: eastern bowers to mark this murky clime of ours? Upwards downwards?
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  Speaker 9: Now ye glance, weaving many amazy dance, seeming still to
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  Speaker 9: grow in size when ye would elude our eyes, pretty creatures,
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  Speaker 9: we might deem, ye were happy as ye, seen as
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  Speaker 9: gay as gamesome, and as blithe, as light, as loving,
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  Speaker 9: and as lithe as gladly earnest in your play, as
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  Speaker 9: when ye gleamed in far Cathay. And yet since on
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  Speaker 9: this hapless earth, their small sincerity in mirth and laughter
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  Speaker 9: oft is but an art to drown the outcry of
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  Speaker 9: the heart. It may be that your ceaseless gamp, your wheelings, dartings,
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  Speaker 9: divings rambles, your restless roving round and round the circuit
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  Speaker 9: of your crystal bound is but the task of weary
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  Speaker 9: pain and endless labor, dull and vain. And while your
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  Speaker 9: forms are gaily shining, your little lives are inly pining. Nay,
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  Speaker 9: but still I fain would dream that ye are happy
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  Speaker 9: as ye see end of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 9: the public domain.
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  Speaker 10: Addressed to certain Goldfishes by Hartley Coleridge, read for liverbox
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  Speaker 10: dot Org by Hannah John Restless forms of living light,
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  Speaker 10: quivering on your lucid wings, cheating still the curious sight
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  Speaker 10: with a thousand shadowings, various as the tenson, even gorgeous
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  Speaker 10: as the hues of heaven, or sleted on you, native
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  Speaker 10: streams and flitting, flashing, billowing gleams, harmless warriors clad in
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  Speaker 10: mail of silver breastplate, golden scale, male of nature's own,
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  Speaker 10: bestowing with peaceful radiance, mildly glowing fleet our ye as
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  Speaker 10: fleet as galley or pirate rover, sent from sally, keener
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  Speaker 10: than the tartar's arrow sport, Ye in your see so narrow?
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  Speaker 10: Was the sun himself, your sire? Or were you born
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  Speaker 10: of vital fire or of the shade of golden flowers,
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  Speaker 10: such as we fetch from eastern bowers to mock this
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  Speaker 10: murky climb of ours upwards downwards? Now ye glance, weaving
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  Speaker 10: many a mazy dance, seeming still to grow in size,
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  Speaker 10: when ye would elude our eyes, pretty creatures we might
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  Speaker 10: deem ye were happy as ye seem, as gay as
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  Speaker 10: game sum in, as blithe, as light, as loving, and
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  Speaker 10: as lithe as gladly earnest in your play, as when
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  Speaker 10: ye gleamed in far Cathay. And yet since on this
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  Speaker 10: hapless earth, their small sence and mirth and laughter oft
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  Speaker 10: is but in art to drown the outcry of the heart.
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  Speaker 10: It may be that your ceaseless gambols, your wheelings, startings, divings, rambles.
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  Speaker 10: Your restless roving round and round the circuit of your
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  Speaker 10: crystal bound is but the task of weary pain and
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  Speaker 10: endless labor, dull in vain, And while your forms are
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  Speaker 10: gaily shining, your little lives are inly pining nigh. But
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  Speaker 10: still I fain would dream that ye're happy as ye seem.
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  Speaker 10: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 11: Address to certain Goldfishes by Hartley Coleridge, read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 11: dot Org by Jesse Mills. Restless forms of living light,
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  Speaker 11: quivering on your lucid wings, cheating still the curious sight
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  Speaker 11: with a thousand shadowings, various as the tints of even
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  Speaker 11: gorgeous as the hues of heaven reflected on you. Native
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  Speaker 11: streams in flitting, flashing, billowy gleams, harmless warriors clad in
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  Speaker 11: mail of silver, breast blood, golden scale, male of nature's own,
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  Speaker 11: bestowing with peaceful radiance, mildly glowing fleet are ye as
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  Speaker 11: fleetest galley or pirate rovers sent from salih keener than
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  Speaker 11: the tortoise arrow spot ye in your sea, so narrow
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  Speaker 11: was the sun himself, your sire, Were ye born of
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  Speaker 11: vital fire or of the shade of golden flowers, such
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  Speaker 11: as we fetch from eastern bowers to mock this murky
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  Speaker 11: clime of ours. Upwards downwards. Now ye glance, weaving many
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  Speaker 11: a mazy dance, seeming still to grow in size. When
• 25:45
  Speaker 11: ye would elude our eyes, pretty creatures, we might deem
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  Speaker 11: ye were happy as ye seem, as gay as gamesome,
• 25:52
  Speaker 11: and as blithe, as light, as loving, and as lithe
• 25:55
  Speaker 11: as gladly earnest in your play, as when ye gleamed
• 25:59
  Speaker 11: in far cat. And yet since on this hapless earth
• 26:05
  Speaker 11: there's small sincerity in mirth and laughter oft is but
• 26:09
  Speaker 11: an art to drown the outcry of the heart. It
• 26:12
  Speaker 11: may be that your ceaseless gambols, your wheelings, dartings, divings rambles,
• 26:18
  Speaker 11: your restless roving round and round, the circuit of your
• 26:21
  Speaker 11: crystal bound is but the task of weary pain, an
• 26:26
  Speaker 11: endless labor, dull and vain. And while your forms are
• 26:30
  Speaker 11: gaily shining, your little lives are inly pining. Nay, but
• 26:37
  Speaker 11: still I fain would dream that ye are happy as
• 26:40
  Speaker 11: ye seem. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 11: public domain.
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  Speaker 12: Addressed to certain Goldfishes by Heartley Coleridge, readfullybrevoks dot Org
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  Speaker 12: by Jenniemeisperger Gigabo, Washington, Restless forms of living light, quivering
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  Speaker 12: on your lucid wings, cheating still the curious sight with
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  Speaker 12: a thousand shadowings, various as the tints of Eden, gorgeous
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  Speaker 12: as the hues of heaven reflected on you, native streams,
• 27:22
  Speaker 12: in flitting, flashing, billowing gleams, Harmless warriors clad in male
• 27:28
  Speaker 12: of silver, breastplate, golden scale, male of nature's own, bestowing
• 27:35
  Speaker 12: with peaceful radiance, mildly glowing fleet, are ye as fleetest
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  Speaker 12: galley or pirate rover sent from Sally, keener than the
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  Speaker 12: tartar's arrows, sports ye in your see, so narrow was
• 27:51
  Speaker 12: the sun himself, your sire, Were ye born of vital fire,
• 27:57
  Speaker 12: or of the shade of golden flowers, such as we
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  Speaker 12: fetch from eastern bowers to mock this murky climb of
• 28:05
  Speaker 12: ours upwards downwards? Now ye glance, weaving many a mazy dance,
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  Speaker 12: seeming still to grow in size when ye would elude
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  Speaker 12: our eyes, pretty creatures we might deem ye were happy
• 28:22
  Speaker 12: as ye seem, as gay as gamesome, and as blithe,
• 28:26
  Speaker 12: as light, as loving, and as life as gladly earnest
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  Speaker 12: in your play, as when ye gleamed in far Cathay.
• 28:36
  Speaker 12: And yet since on this hapless earth there's small sincerity
• 28:41
  Speaker 12: in mirth and laughter, oft is but an art to
• 28:45
  Speaker 12: drown the outcry of the heart. It may be that
• 28:49
  Speaker 12: your ceaseless gambols, your wheelings, dartings, divings rambles, your restless
• 28:55
  Speaker 12: roving round and round the circuit of your crystal bound
• 28:59
  Speaker 12: is but the task of weary pain, an endless labor,
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  Speaker 12: dull and vain. And while your forms are gaily shining,
• 29:10
  Speaker 12: your little lives are inly pining. Nay, but still I
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  Speaker 12: fain would dream that ye are happy as ye seem.
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  Speaker 12: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 13: Addressed to certain Goldfishes by Hardly Coleridge read fully box
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  Speaker 13: at arc by you, Lilli Damia, restless forms of living light,
• 29:42
  Speaker 13: quivering on your lucid wings, cheating still the curious sight
• 29:47
  Speaker 13: with a thousand shadow wings various as the tints of
• 29:51
  Speaker 13: even gorgeous has the use of heaven reflected on your
• 29:55
  Speaker 13: native streams, and flitting, flashing billowy cleans, harmless warriors clad
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  Speaker 13: in mail of silvery breastplate golden scale male of nature's own,
• 30:06
  Speaker 13: bestowing with peace or radiance, mildly glowing fleet, a yas fleet,
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  Speaker 13: a scaley or pirate rover sent from sally, keener than
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  Speaker 13: the tartest arrow sportier in your seas or narrow was
• 30:20
  Speaker 13: the sun himself, your sire, where you're born of vital fire,
• 30:25
  Speaker 13: or of the shade of golden flowers, such as we
• 30:27
  Speaker 13: fetch from eastern bowers to mock the murky clime of
• 30:31
  Speaker 13: ours upwards downwards. Now your glance weaving many a mazy dance,
• 30:38
  Speaker 13: seeming still to grow in size when you would elude
• 30:41
  Speaker 13: our eyes, pretty creatures, we might deem you were happy,
• 30:45
  Speaker 13: as you seem, as gay as scamsome, and as plithe,
• 30:49
  Speaker 13: as light, as loving, and as lithe as gladly earnest
• 30:53
  Speaker 13: in your play, as when he gleamed in far Cathay.
• 30:57
  Speaker 13: And yet since on this hapless earth there's small sincerity
• 31:01
  Speaker 13: in mirth and laughter. Oft is but an art to
• 31:05
  Speaker 13: drown the outcry of the heart. It may be to
• 31:08
  Speaker 13: your ceaseless gambols, your wheelings, dartings, divings, rambles, your restless
• 31:14
  Speaker 13: roving round and round the circuit of your crystal bound
• 31:18
  Speaker 13: is but the task of weary pain and endless labor,
• 31:21
  Speaker 13: dull and vain. And while your forms are gaily shining,
• 31:26
  Speaker 13: your little lives are inly pining. Nay, but still I
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  Speaker 13: fain would dream to the ay I happy as ye seem.
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  Speaker 13: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 14: I dressed to certain gold fishes by Hartly Coleridge read
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  Speaker 14: for LibriVox dart work by Crystal Treader. Restless forms of
• 31:54
  Speaker 14: living light, quivering on your lucid wings, cheating still the
• 31:59
  Speaker 14: curious sight with a thousand shadowings, various as the tints
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  Speaker 14: of even gorgeous as the hues of heaven, reflected on
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  Speaker 14: your native streams, in flitting, flashing, billowy gleams. Harmless warriors
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  Speaker 14: clad in mail of silver breastplate, golden scale, male of
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  Speaker 14: nature's own, bestowing with peaceful radiance, mildly glowing fleeter Ye
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  Speaker 14: as fleetest galley or pirates rover sent from Sally, keener
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  Speaker 14: than the tartar's arrow sport Ye in your sea, so
• 32:35
  Speaker 14: narrow was the sun himself, your sire, Were ye born
• 32:41
  Speaker 14: of vital fire or of the shade of golden flowers,
• 32:46
  Speaker 14: such as we fetch from eastern bowers to mark this
• 32:49
  Speaker 14: murky climb of ours upwards downwards. Now ye glance, weaving
• 32:56
  Speaker 14: many a mazy dance, seeming still to grow in size,
• 33:01
  Speaker 14: when ye would elude our eyes, pretty creatures, we might
• 33:06
  Speaker 14: deem ye are happy as ye seem, as gay as gamesome,
• 33:11
  Speaker 14: and as blithe, as light, as loving, and as life
• 33:15
  Speaker 14: as gladly earnest in your play, as when ye gleamed
• 33:20
  Speaker 14: in far Cathay. And yet since on this hapless earth
• 33:25
  Speaker 14: there's small sincerity in mirth and laughter oft is but
• 33:30
  Speaker 14: an art to drown the outcry of the heart. It
• 33:34
  Speaker 14: may be that your ceaseless gambols, your wheelings, dartings, divings rambles,
• 33:40
  Speaker 14: your restless roving round and round, the circuit of your
• 33:44
  Speaker 14: crystal bound is but the task of weary pain, an
• 33:48
  Speaker 14: endless labor, dull and vain. And while your forms are
• 33:53
  Speaker 14: gaily shining, your little lives are inly pining. Nay, but
• 33:58
  Speaker 14: still I feign you would dream that ye are happy
• 34:01
  Speaker 14: as ye seem, and of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 14: the public domain.
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  Speaker 15: Addressed to certain Goldfishes by Hartley Coleridge, read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 15: dot Org by Lucretia b restless forms of living light,
• 34:27
  Speaker 15: quivering on your lucid wings, cheating still the curious sight
• 34:33
  Speaker 15: with a thousand shadowings, various as the tints of even
• 34:38
  Speaker 15: gorgeous as the hues of heaven reflected on your native streams,
• 34:44
  Speaker 15: in flitting, flashing, billowy gleams, Harmless warriors clad in mail
• 34:51
  Speaker 15: of silver breastplate, golden scale, male of nature's own, bestowing
• 34:58
  Speaker 15: with peaceful ra mildly glowing fleet, are ye as fleetest
• 35:05
  Speaker 15: galley or pirate rover scent from sally keener than the
• 35:11
  Speaker 15: tartar's arrow sport ye in your sea, so narrow was
• 35:17
  Speaker 15: the sun himself, your sire, Were ye born of vital fire,
• 35:23
  Speaker 15: or of the shade of golden flowers, such as we
• 35:27
  Speaker 15: fetch from eastern bowers to mock this murky clime of ours?
• 35:34
  Speaker 15: Upwards downwards? Now ye glance, weaving many amazy dance, seeming
• 35:41
  Speaker 15: still to grow in size, when ye would yelude our eyes,
• 35:46
  Speaker 15: pretty creatures we might deem ye were happy as ye seem,
• 35:52
  Speaker 15: as gay as gamesome, and as blithe as light, as loving,
• 35:57
  Speaker 15: and as lithe as glad earnest in your play, as
• 36:02
  Speaker 15: when ye gleamed in far cathay. And yet since on
• 36:07
  Speaker 15: this hapless earth, their small sincerity in mirth and laughter
• 36:13
  Speaker 15: oft is but an art to drown the outcry of
• 36:17
  Speaker 15: the heart. It may be that your ceaseless gambols, your wheelings, dartings,
• 36:24
  Speaker 15: divings rambles, your restless roving round and round, the circuit
• 36:30
  Speaker 15: of your crystal bound is but the task of weary pain,
• 36:35
  Speaker 15: an endless labor, dull and vain. And while your forms
• 36:40
  Speaker 15: are gaily shining, your little lives are inly pining. Nay,
• 36:47
  Speaker 15: but still I fain would dream that ye are happy
• 36:51
  Speaker 15: as ye seem. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 15: the public domain.
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  Speaker 16: Address to certain Goldfishes by Hartley Coleridge, read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 16: dot Org by Leonard Wilson of Springfield, Ohio. Restless forms
• 37:16
  Speaker 16: of living light, quivering on your lucid wings, cheating still
• 37:21
  Speaker 16: the curious sight, with the thousand shadow wings, various as
• 37:26
  Speaker 16: the tenths of even gorgeous as the hues of heaven,
• 37:30
  Speaker 16: reflected on your native streams, and flitting flashing billowy gleams.
• 37:36
  Speaker 16: Harmless warriors clad in mail of silver, breastplate, golden scale,
• 37:43
  Speaker 16: male of nature's own, bestowing with peaceful radiance, mildly glowing fleet,
• 37:50
  Speaker 16: are ye as fleet as galley or pirate rovers sent
• 37:54
  Speaker 16: from sally, keener than the tartar's haral sport, Ye in
• 37:59
  Speaker 16: your seas, so narrow was the sun himself, your sire,
• 38:05
  Speaker 16: were ye borne a vital fire, or of the shade
• 38:09
  Speaker 16: of golden flowers, such as we fetch from eastern bowers
• 38:13
  Speaker 16: to mock this murky clime of ours upwards downwards. Now
• 38:19
  Speaker 16: ye glance, weaving many amazy dance, seeming still to grow
• 38:25
  Speaker 16: in size, when ye would elude our eyes, pretty creatures
• 38:30
  Speaker 16: we might deem ye were happy as ye seem, as
• 38:35
  Speaker 16: gay as gamesome, and as blithe, as light, as loving,
• 38:39
  Speaker 16: and as lithe as gladly earnest in your play, as
• 38:44
  Speaker 16: when ye gleamed in far Cathay, And yet sence on
• 38:51
  Speaker 16: this hapless earth. Their small sincerity in mirth and laughter
• 38:57
  Speaker 16: oft is but an art to drown the outcry of
• 39:01
  Speaker 16: the heart. It may be that your ceaseless gambols, your
• 39:06
  Speaker 16: wheeling startings, divings rambles, your restless roving round and round
• 39:11
  Speaker 16: the circuit of your crystal bound is but the task
• 39:16
  Speaker 16: of weary pain, an endless labor, dull and vain, And
• 39:22
  Speaker 16: while your forms are gaily shining, your little lives are
• 39:27
  Speaker 16: inly pining. Nay, but still I fain would dream that
• 39:32
  Speaker 16: ye are happy as ye seem. And the poem this
• 39:38
  Speaker 16: recording is in the public domain.
• 39:46
  Speaker 17: Address to Certain Goldfishes by Hartley Coleridge, read for LibriVox
• 39:50
  Speaker 17: dot Org by Liberty Stump Fortwain, Indiana. Restless forms of
• 39:57
  Speaker 17: living light, quivering on your lucid wings, cheating still the
• 40:01
  Speaker 17: curious sight with a thousand shadowings, various as the tints
• 40:05
  Speaker 17: of even gorgeous as the hues of heaven, reflected on
• 40:09
  Speaker 17: your native streams, in flitting, flashing, billowy gleams. Harmless warriors
• 40:15
  Speaker 17: clad in mail of silver breastplate, golden scale, male of
• 40:19
  Speaker 17: nature's own, bestowing with peaceful radiance, mildly glowing fleet, are
• 40:25
  Speaker 17: ye as fleet as to galley or pirate rover, sent
• 40:28
  Speaker 17: from sally keen Earth, and the tartar's arrow sport ye
• 40:32
  Speaker 17: in your sea, so narrow was the sun himself, your sire,
• 40:37
  Speaker 17: Were ye born of vital fire or of the shade
• 40:41
  Speaker 17: of golden flowers, such as we fetch from eastern bowers
• 40:45
  Speaker 17: to mock this murky clime? Of ours upwards downwards. Now
• 40:49
  Speaker 17: ye glance weaving many a mazy dance, seeming still to
• 40:53
  Speaker 17: grow in size. When ye would elude our eyes, pretty creatures,
• 40:58
  Speaker 17: we might deem ye were happy as ye seem, as gay,
• 41:03
  Speaker 17: as gainsome, and as blithe, as light, as loving, and
• 41:06
  Speaker 17: as lithe as gladly earnest in your play, as when
• 41:10
  Speaker 17: ye gleamed in far Cathay. And yet since on this
• 41:16
  Speaker 17: hapless earth, their small sincerity in mirth and laughter oft
• 41:20
  Speaker 17: is but an art to drown the outcry of the heart.
• 41:24
  Speaker 17: It may be that your ceaseless gambols, your wheelings, dartings,
• 41:29
  Speaker 17: divings rambles, your restless roving round and round, the circuit
• 41:33
  Speaker 17: of your crystal bound is but the task of weary pain,
• 41:38
  Speaker 17: an endless labor, dull and vain. And while your forms
• 41:43
  Speaker 17: are gaily shining, your little lives are inly pining. Nay,
• 41:49
  Speaker 17: but still I fain would dream that ye are happy
• 41:54
  Speaker 17: as ye seem. End of poem. This recording is in
• 42:00
  Speaker 17: the public domain.
• 42:07
  Speaker 18: Addressed to certain Goldfishes by Hartley Coolridge, read for LibriVox
• 42:11
  Speaker 18: dot Org by Nancy Beard, August twenty twelve, Kingston, New York.
• 42:20
  Speaker 18: Restless forms of living light, quivering on your lucid wings,
• 42:25
  Speaker 18: cheating still the curious sight with a thousand shadowings, various
• 42:32
  Speaker 18: as the tints of even gorgeous as the hues of
• 42:36
  Speaker 18: heaven reflected on your native streams, in flitting, flashing, billowy gleams,
• 42:44
  Speaker 18: Harmless warriors clad in mail of silver breastplate, golden scale,
• 42:51
  Speaker 18: male of nature's own, bestowing with peaceful radiance, mildly glowing
• 42:58
  Speaker 18: fleet as ye as fleeting galley or pirate rover sent
• 43:02
  Speaker 18: from sally, keener than the tartar's arrow sport ye in
• 43:08
  Speaker 18: your sea, so narrow was the sun himself, your sire,
• 43:14
  Speaker 18: Were ye born of vital fire, or of the shade
• 43:18
  Speaker 18: of golden flowers, such as we fetch from eastern bowers
• 43:24
  Speaker 18: to mock this murky clime of ours? Upwards downwards, Now
• 43:30
  Speaker 18: ye glance, weaving many a mazy dance, seeming still to
• 43:36
  Speaker 18: grow in size when ye would elude our eyes, pretty
• 43:42
  Speaker 18: creatures we might deem ye were happy as ye seem,
• 43:47
  Speaker 18: as gay as gamesome, and as blithe, as light, as loving,
• 43:52
  Speaker 18: and as lithe as gladly earnest in your play, as
• 43:57
  Speaker 18: when we gleamed in far cathay. And yet, since on
• 44:02
  Speaker 18: this hapless earth there's small sincerity in mirth and laughter,
• 44:07
  Speaker 18: off is but an art to drown the outcry of
• 44:11
  Speaker 18: the heart. It may be that your ceaseless gambols, your wheelings, dartings,
• 44:18
  Speaker 18: divings rambles, your restless roving round and round the circuit
• 44:23
  Speaker 18: of your crystal bound is but the task of weary
• 44:28
  Speaker 18: pain and endless labor, dull and vain. And while your
• 44:33
  Speaker 18: forms are gaily shining, your little lives are in the pining. Nay,
• 44:40
  Speaker 18: but still I fain would dream that ye are happy
• 44:45
  Speaker 18: as ye seem end of poem. This recording is in
• 44:51
  Speaker 18: the public domain.
• 44:57
  Speaker 19: Address to certain Goldfishes by Hartly Coleridge, Redful LibriVox dot
• 45:04
  Speaker 19: Org by Rotten deeps At once sing Jamshatpur, India. Restless
• 45:12
  Speaker 19: forms of living light, quivering on your lucid wings, cheatings
• 45:17
  Speaker 19: till the curious sight with a thousand shadowings, various as
• 45:24
  Speaker 19: their tints of even gorgeous as the hues of heaven,
• 45:29
  Speaker 19: reflected on your native streams, in flitting, flashing, billowy gleams.
• 45:37
  Speaker 19: Harmless warriors clad in mail of silver, breastplate, golden scale,
• 45:45
  Speaker 19: male of Nature's own bestowing with peaceful radiance, mildly glowing fleet,
• 45:53
  Speaker 19: are ye as fleetest galley or pirate rover sent for sally,
• 46:00
  Speaker 19: keener than the tartar's arrow spot ye in your sea,
• 46:05
  Speaker 19: so narrow was the sun himself, your sire, Were ye
• 46:10
  Speaker 19: born of vital fire, or of the shade of golden flowers,
• 46:17
  Speaker 19: such as we fetch from eastern bars to mock this
• 46:21
  Speaker 19: murky clime of earth upwards downwards. Now ye glance, weaving
• 46:28
  Speaker 19: many a mazy dance, seeming still to grow in size.
• 46:34
  Speaker 19: When ye would elude her eyes, pretty creatures, we might
• 46:40
  Speaker 19: deem he were happy as ye seem, as gay as gamesome,
• 46:46
  Speaker 19: and as blithe, as light, as loving, and as light
• 46:52
  Speaker 19: as gladly earnest in your play, as when ye gleam'd
• 46:58
  Speaker 19: in far Cathay. And yet since on this hapless earth,
• 47:04
  Speaker 19: their small sincerity in mirth and laugher oft is but
• 47:10
  Speaker 19: an art to drown the outcry of the heart. It
• 47:15
  Speaker 19: may be that your ceaseless gambols, your wheeling, starting, stiving srambles,
• 47:22
  Speaker 19: your restless roving round and round the circuit of your
• 47:27
  Speaker 19: crystal bound is but the task of weary pain, an
• 47:33
  Speaker 19: endless labor dull and vain, And while your forms are
• 47:38
  Speaker 19: gaily shining, your little lives are inly pining. Nay, but
• 47:44
  Speaker 19: still I fain would dream that ye are happy as
• 47:49
  Speaker 19: ye seem, and of palm. This recording is in the
• 47:55
  Speaker 19: public domain. Six