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  Speaker 1: Sonnets and songs by Arthur Upson Read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 1: Org by Bruskachuk dedication, introductory poem and note dedication to Ursula,
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  Speaker 1: who chose and arranged this verse. It is inscribed with
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  Speaker 1: love a You, Summer nineteen o eight. Introductory poem, His
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  Speaker 1: Lovers to Arthur Upson by Ruth Shephard Phelps. We see
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  Speaker 1: THEE in the clear aspiring flame on autumn. Hearts the
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  Speaker 1: moon and each white star restore us thy deep love Wise,
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  Speaker 1: smile afar about the world. Read roses, breathe thy fame
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  Speaker 1: in many gardens, old rich words, proclaim THEE. Music sings
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  Speaker 1: THEE in each magic bar, and all the rare and
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  Speaker 1: lovely things that are bloom newly now to sell a
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  Speaker 1: rate thy name. And so this world is fairer than
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  Speaker 1: before with THEE in sunset, cloud and the blue day.
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  Speaker 1: Thou needest not, oh perfect longer stay, but oh without THEE,
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  Speaker 1: how to win thy lore? Yet even death, for THEE
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  Speaker 1: hath shed despair, dark death is beautiful. Now thou art there.
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  Speaker 1: Introductory note by Ruth Shephard Phelps. This little group of
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  Speaker 1: sonnets and songs chosen from the collected poems of Arthur
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  Speaker 1: Upson is almost identical with a selection made at the
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  Speaker 1: poet's request a few weeks before the end of his life.
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  Speaker 1: It bears the title and the dedication he intended for it.
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  Speaker 1: Acknowledgment of their kind. Permission to reprint these poems is
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  Speaker 1: tendered to missus Julia Clayfon Opson, Mister Edmund D. Brooks,
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  Speaker 1: and the Bellman r sp end of section. This recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. After a dull match concert
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  Speaker 1: by Arthur Upson read for LibriVox dot org. Out of
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  Speaker 1: the conquered past, unravishable beauty, parts that are dew and dust,
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  Speaker 1: rebuking the dream of death, flower of the clay downcast,
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  Speaker 1: triumphant in earth's aroma, strings that were strained in rust
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  Speaker 1: but tremble with music's breath, Wine that was spilt in haste,
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  Speaker 1: arising in fumes, more precious garlands that fell forgot, rooting
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  Speaker 1: to wondrous bloom, youth that would flow to waste, pausing
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  Speaker 1: in pool green valleys, and passion that lasted, not surviving
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  Speaker 1: the voiceless two hum.
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  Speaker 2: End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. The Earth errand
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  Speaker 1: by Arthur Upson read for LibriVox dot org. This memory
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  Speaker 1: laden star that winds through space her wistful ways, searching
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  Speaker 1: for that she yet not finds in all her yesterdays.
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  Speaker 1: She's a troubled thought whose quest gone forth among the spheres.
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  Speaker 1: She'll never know delight nor rest nor respite from her fears,
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  Speaker 1: but still veer on through void and flame, and still
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  Speaker 1: expectant yearn till with her prize to whence she came,
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  Speaker 1: she doth at length return The sun that lends her
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  Speaker 1: living light to tell her gilded years, the moon that
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  Speaker 1: lanterns her at night to search among the spheres. The
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  Speaker 1: starry hosts that weel about and watch her mases wind
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  Speaker 1: serve humbly, with nor dread nor doubt, that she one
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  Speaker 1: day will find. That she one day will find the
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  Speaker 1: prize they sent her forth to earn, and with it
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  Speaker 1: through the waiting skies, triumphantly return.
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  Speaker 2: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Vere Levie by Arthur Upson read for LibriVox dot org.
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  Speaker 1: The statue by Victor Rousseau in the Palais de Bouzare, Brussels.
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  Speaker 1: Angel hast thou betrayed me long ago in the forgotten
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  Speaker 1: land of souls that wait. Thou leddest me to the
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  Speaker 1: outward folding gate, bidding me live. I leaned into the
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  Speaker 1: flow of earthward rushing spirits, fain to know what our
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  Speaker 1: humanity and human fate of which the rumor reached to
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  Speaker 1: where we sate in our cool, hidden, dreamless, antiglow. But
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  Speaker 1: I learn not, and am bewildered here to know why Thou,
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  Speaker 1: with seeming kindly hands didst let me forth, explorer of
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  Speaker 1: a star, where all is strange, and very often fear
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  Speaker 1: urges retreat to that forgotten land's unthoughtful shores, where Thou
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  Speaker 1: and silence are.
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  Speaker 2: End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Phantom Life by
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  Speaker 1: Arthur Upson read for LibriVox dot org. My days are
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  Speaker 1: phantom days, each one the shadow of a hope. My
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  Speaker 1: real life never was begun, nor any of my real
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  Speaker 1: deeds done. I live so quietly I know there must
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  Speaker 1: be many a sun that does not see me as
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  Speaker 1: I go among my shadows to and fro. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. At the Hills
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  Speaker 1: Top Bides Love by Arthur Ubson read for LibriVox dot org.
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  Speaker 1: Mine is no wayside, Rose all may attend at the
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  Speaker 1: hill's top. It grows at the road's end, deep in
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  Speaker 1: unchidden weeds, rose without stain his soul. Its beauty feeds
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  Speaker 1: who can attain. He who attains thereto faith must discs
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  Speaker 1: glows ere he will shake the dew round its repose.
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  Speaker 1: No pleasant garden slope waiteth for him. It is to
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  Speaker 1: him whose hope stayeth undim who trusting receives it, a
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  Speaker 1: faith in the dale, his hoping achieves it. His toil
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  Speaker 1: shall avail.
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  Speaker 2: End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Love's Patience by
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  Speaker 1: Arthur Upson read for LibriVox dot org. I learned to
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  Speaker 1: like behind my life's desire, that I impelled not rashly
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  Speaker 1: to despair, may rather guide still hope to some sweet
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  Speaker 1: air of high achievement, where with statelier fire, nearer the stars,
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  Speaker 1: my passion may aspire. Slow tongued experience teaches me to
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  Speaker 1: bear on lips more patient loves, impatient prayer, with toiling
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  Speaker 1: hands to weave my dreams attire. Yet, Oh, when fragrant
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  Speaker 1: evening dims the world, what moonflames burn in all the
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  Speaker 1: lamps of dew, What lonely roses lift their hearts impearled.
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  Speaker 1: What silence waits the step and voice of you? Then
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  Speaker 1: then all fails. My empty arms outstart for one brief
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  Speaker 1: hour to strain you to my heart.
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  Speaker 2: End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. A motif out
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  Speaker 1: of Loewengrin by Arthur Upson read for LibriVox dot Org.
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  Speaker 1: Unearthly beauty of soft light persuadeth this castle, which two
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  Speaker 1: shadows did belong, And through its farthest vaults, sweet mellow song,
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  Speaker 1: the silence of my wintry halls upbraideth gently as saffron dawn,
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  Speaker 1: that smiling fadeth the sable yielding ours these search along
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  Speaker 1: and with them souls of roses, dead, faint throng of
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  Speaker 1: odors of old years, that all pervadeth. Lady, this thing
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  Speaker 1: I speak not, do not fear it twere more than friendship.
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  Speaker 1: Yet no better name dares my most grateful heart's allegians
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  Speaker 1: claim lest this, as I do, think the brother's spirit
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  Speaker 1: to him. Swan brought to Braband's castled shore, who named
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  Speaker 1: Aloud was lost forevermore. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain. My song must not forsake me.
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  Speaker 1: By Arthur Upson, read for LibriVox dot org. Not mine
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  Speaker 1: from thee loved heart to feel such tide as this
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  Speaker 1: mine own doth pour thee? Still, shall I not go
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  Speaker 1: all unsatisfied enough that I adore THEE? And if thou
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  Speaker 1: never wakest to my song not weakly shall it falter? Proudly?
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  Speaker 1: I pace love's lonely courts along unto their inmost halter. Ah.
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  Speaker 1: Some day, if within thy pleasant sleep, faint echoes of
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  Speaker 1: me find thee white heart made dreams, be not too
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  Speaker 1: fair or deep or soothing to unbind THEE. Perchance, even then,
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  Speaker 1: responding to that sound, thout hail and overtake me, clearing
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  Speaker 1: the idle distance at a bound my song must not
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  Speaker 1: forsake me.
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  Speaker 2: End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. The Lake by
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  Speaker 1: Arthur Upson, read for LibriVox dot org. When in our
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  Speaker 1: drifting boat, the early light salute you, bending to trail
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  Speaker 1: your arm, where yellow lilies rise, lifting your full white
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  Speaker 1: throat to free its morning music. Then do I dread
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  Speaker 1: the charm of your deep and changeful eyes. When at
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  Speaker 1: the night young hour the first fair planet rises, shaking
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  Speaker 1: her petal's gold afar in the fields of air. When
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  Speaker 1: to that flaming flower lonely the dim lake answers, Then
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  Speaker 1: how my heart grows bold, wishing that you were there?
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  Speaker 1: End a poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Absence and Presence by Arthur Upson Read for LibriVox dot org.
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  Speaker 1: Absence is full of song of you, which dies when
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  Speaker 1: I once more look down within your eyes. I know
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  Speaker 1: not why not one least syllable reaches your ears from
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  Speaker 1: all I long to tell. Let it be so, for
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  Speaker 1: in your silence I perceive you spell bound two and
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  Speaker 1: therein read all absent lovely words you ever sigh the
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  Speaker 1: self same words that.
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  Speaker 2: Fail me in my need. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. A Song of
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  Speaker 1: Love and Your Dreams by Arthur Upson Read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 1: dot org. If life be the street where dreams are sold,
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  Speaker 1: faith is the purse of exhaustless gold. Dreams are a many,
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  Speaker 1: both false and true, but loves is the home. You
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  Speaker 1: fetch them too, and they're all alone with love. You
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  Speaker 1: pour the dreams you bought on your chamber floor, And
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  Speaker 1: when Love looks each packet through his smile, turns all
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  Speaker 1: the false one's true end of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain. The Mystery of Beauty by Arthur
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  Speaker 1: Upson read for LibriVox dot org one for whom is beauty?
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  Speaker 1: Where no eyes attend as richly goes the day, and
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  Speaker 1: every dawn reddens along green rivers, whereupon none ever gaze
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  Speaker 1: think could earth see an end of all? The twilight lovers,
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  Speaker 1: whose thoughts blend with scent of garden blooms they call
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  Speaker 1: their own, would not as close the yellowest rose out
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  Speaker 1: blown be after them, the murmurous evening's friend. Then where
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  Speaker 1: for beauty? If in mortal ie that loves them stars
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  Speaker 1: no challenge read to shine, and all the wonder of
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  Speaker 1: a sunset sky wax not more wondrous for such smile
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  Speaker 1: as thine? Why pray? If not for love which cannot die,
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  Speaker 1: this old earth, loving love of thine and mine. Two,
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  Speaker 1: When we two from our summer hills have passed, and
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  Speaker 1: autumn burns beneath thy praise no more, nor any winter's
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  Speaker 1: raving at our door shuts one within the other's heart
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  Speaker 1: more fast neither springs roses. Learn what lips thou hast,
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  Speaker 1: oh than this thing called beauty to its core Our
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  Speaker 1: wedded soul shall penetrate before one thought unto eternity is caste.
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  Speaker 1: Then shall we know the Violet's pretext, learn more definite,
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  Speaker 1: a promise of the rose and its fulfillment. When the
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  Speaker 1: maples turn, be part of all the glory among those.
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  Speaker 1: Or help the may with her uncoiling fern, and breathe
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  Speaker 1: the trillium open where it grows.
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  Speaker 2: End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. The Tragic Winds
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  Speaker 1: by Arthur Upson read for LibriVox dot org I lay
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  Speaker 1: in a rich chamber, candle dim and night long dreamt awake.
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  Speaker 1: The ancient winds, like remote music, made a dusk of sound,
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  Speaker 1: vials throbbing out some earth impassioned hymn from halls of
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  Speaker 1: regal rebels and bright sins, far voices as of love, madwomen, crowned,
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  Speaker 1: star gemmed despairs, the queens of legend lands, seated within
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  Speaker 1: the gateways of their towers, eyes full of smiles, forgotten,
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  Speaker 1: unfelt tears, uncounted falling in their idle hands, which whitely
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  Speaker 1: drooped upon their laps like flowers. And Taya's sisters, these
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  Speaker 1: and Phedra's fears methought their murmurs gathered in the night,
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  Speaker 1: and all these wretched queens of ancient care joined faintly
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  Speaker 1: their involuntary moan till pale Aurora passion toward the light
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  Speaker 1: slight Cynthia fled adown her brightening stare, and day brought
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  Speaker 1: other worlds to rule my own.
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  Speaker 2: End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. To a Picture
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  Speaker 1: of My Mother as a girl by Arthur Upson, read
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  Speaker 1: for LibriVox dot org. Did ever a youth pass by
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  Speaker 1: the spot your fragrance love made dear without a heart
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  Speaker 1: leap at the lot that drew his fancy near? Was
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  Speaker 1: ever a maid of fairy stuff like this in days
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  Speaker 1: of old? Arose already fine enough without that heart of gold?
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  Speaker 2: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Song of Agamede from the City by Arthur Upson read
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  Speaker 1: for LibriVox dot org. Grow grow thou little tree his
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  Speaker 1: body at the roots of thee, since last year's loveliness
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  Speaker 1: in death, the living beauty nourisheth bloom blue whom thou
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  Speaker 1: little tree thy roots around the heart of me. Thou
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  Speaker 1: canst not blow to white and fair from all the
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  Speaker 1: sweetness hidden there? Die die thou little tree, and be
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  Speaker 1: as all sweet things must be, deep where thy petals drift,
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  Speaker 1: I too would rest the changing seasons through end of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. The Sobbing Woman
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  Speaker 1: by Arthur Upson read for LibriVox dot org. I heard
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  Speaker 1: a woman sobbing in the night against a casement high
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  Speaker 1: and as she cried our heartless world's deliberate homicide, our
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  Speaker 1: tragic barnage, our mortal slight of elemental claims, and the
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  Speaker 1: dark plight of the poor. I faced there, rigid, open eyed,
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  Speaker 1: across the unechoing street, in silence tide, her weary moaning
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  Speaker 1: whither in her sight some star appeared to soothe her
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  Speaker 1: present pain with memory, sweet or quiet sleep. Strong hand
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  Speaker 1: blunted her keen edged woe or other fear came smothering
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  Speaker 1: down too close for sob or tear. I could not guess.
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  Speaker 1: Some fate may understand that spins unseen her endless umber skein.
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  Speaker 2: End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. The Incurables by
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  Speaker 1: Arthur Upson read for librivoxtuttle long up and down. I
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  Speaker 1: paced the house of pain on their white thrones reclin'd
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  Speaker 1: the dwellers there in regal reticence and superb despair, maimed, marred,
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  Speaker 1: half blotted out, as they had lain for expiation, under
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  Speaker 1: the disdain of life's great grinding car repulsive, fair, old, young, loud,
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  Speaker 1: gentle now alike did bear that kingly quiet. Where to
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  Speaker 1: those attain whom life has conquered, and whom death has
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  Speaker 1: smitten with the universal light their erstwhile fret forgotten entire
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  Speaker 1: beneath the eternal sun, they lay and red in air,
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  Speaker 1: the old laws written of silence, and their souls were
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  Speaker 1: outward set, where young and old, and air and fowl
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  Speaker 1: are one end of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain. Chorus from the City by Arthur Upson read
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  Speaker 1: for LibriVox dot org of all it went forth to
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  Speaker 1: eu Keener, pronounced of his sire, reluctant, impelled by the
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  Speaker 1: gods unescapable fire, to choose for his doom, or to
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  Speaker 1: perish at home of disease, or be slain of his
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  Speaker 1: foes among men, Where Troy surges down to the seas Polyides,
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  Speaker 1: the soothsayer spaketh inflamed by the God of his son,
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  Speaker 1: whom the fates singled out. Did he brute it abroad?
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  Speaker 1: And eu Keener went down to the ships with his
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  Speaker 1: armor and men, and straightway grown dim on the gulf,
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  Speaker 1: past the isles he passed never again. Why weep, ye,
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  Speaker 1: o women of Corinth, the doom ye have heard? Is
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  Speaker 1: it strange to your ears that ye make it so
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  Speaker 1: mournful a word? Is he who so fair in your
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  Speaker 1: eyes to his manhood of grew alone in his doom
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  Speaker 1: of pale death, or of mortals the beaten so few?
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  Speaker 1: Oh weep not, companions and lovers, turn'd back to your joys.
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  Speaker 1: The defeat was not his, which he chose, nor the
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  Speaker 1: victory Troy's him a conqueror beauteous in youth, or the
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  Speaker 1: flood his fleet brought, and the swift spear of Paris
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  Speaker 1: that slew completed the conquest. He sought not the falling,
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  Speaker 1: proclaims the defeat, but the place of the fall, and
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  Speaker 1: the fate that decrees, and the God that impels through
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  Speaker 1: it all regard not blind mortal's divisions of slayer and slain,
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  Speaker 1: but invisible glories dispense wide over the war gleaming Plain.
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  Speaker 1: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Arlington by Arthur Upson read for LibriVox dot org. No
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  Speaker 1: tap of drum, nor sound of any horn shall call
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  Speaker 1: them now from this unbattled height. No more the picket
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  Speaker 1: dreads the traitor knight, nor would the marcher te delay.
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  Speaker 1: The morn fell some upon the field with victory torn
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  Speaker 1: from weakening grasp, and some before the fight, doomed by
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  Speaker 1: slow fevers or the stray shots spiked, And some old wounds,
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  Speaker 1: through quiet years have worn, and all are folded now
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  Speaker 1: so peacefully within her breast, whose glory was their dream,
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  Speaker 1: from her own sanguine fields, from isles, extreme from the
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  Speaker 1: long tumult of the land and sea, where lies the
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  Speaker 1: steel Potomac's jeweled stream, like the surrendered sword of memory.
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  Speaker 2: End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Between Hingham and
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  Speaker 1: Braintree by Arthur Upson, red for LibriVox dot org for
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  Speaker 1: Elsie Sea. Between Braintree and Hingham, beyond the roaring town,
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  Speaker 1: the land shrank into shadow as the sun dropped down.
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  Speaker 1: The apple trees were ghostly. The peach tree seemed to
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  Speaker 1: bleed as the train rushed on to Hingham. With my
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  Speaker 1: heart's sore need Between Braintree and Hingham. The rocks were
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  Speaker 1: ashen gray, the creeks were bare of water, and the
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  Speaker 1: brown boats lay tipped in the tideless bottoms without a
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  Speaker 1: hope to rise. And all the world grew blacker neath
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  Speaker 1: the low black skies. Between Hingham and Braintree. As the
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  Speaker 1: train leaped on to town, the fields were full of sunshine,
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  Speaker 1: and Heaven came down and lay along the waters that
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  Speaker 1: trimmed the grassy flume and gleamed among the fruit boughs,
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  Speaker 1: a burst with bloom. Between Hingham and Braintree, the rocks
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  Speaker 1: were green bedight, the hilltops were a wondrous Arcadian delight.
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  Speaker 1: The dories and the cat boats danced gaily side by side,
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  Speaker 1: and the sails were sheeted silver on the full flood tide.
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  Speaker 2: End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Wheat Elevators by
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  Speaker 1: Arthur Upson Read for LibriVox dot org castles or Titan's
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  Speaker 1: houses or huge fanes of ancient gods that yet compel
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  Speaker 1: men's fear? What powers? What pumps? Do these be?
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  Speaker 2: Token?
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  Speaker 1: Here blooming aloft upon the plow seemed plains, souls of
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  Speaker 1: ripe seasons, spirits of sweet rains flock hither, and the
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  Speaker 1: sinewy yellow year heaps their high chambers with Pactolian gear,
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  Speaker 1: more precious than those golden Lydian grains, nor fortresses nor
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  Speaker 1: Demigod's abodes. These are upraised to well feared deities whose
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  Speaker 1: power is iron, and whose splendid sway is undisputed now
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  Speaker 1: as when great roads and tire and carthage flourished serving
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  Speaker 1: these or Joseph stored Egyptian corn Away.
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  Speaker 2: End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. From Octaves in
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  Speaker 1: an Oxford Garden by Arthur Upson Red for liibrivox dot
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  Speaker 1: Org Wadham. The day is like a sabbath in a swoon,
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  Speaker 1: slow in September's blue go fair cloud things poisoning a
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  Speaker 1: slant upon their charmid wings, arrested by some backward thought
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  Speaker 1: of June. Softly, I tread and with repentant shoon have
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  Speaker 1: fearfully in sweet imaginings, where broods like courtyards of departed kings,
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  Speaker 1: the old quadrangle paved with afternoon. There dwells the very
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  Speaker 1: soul of quietness, seclusion, spirit deep within the green, secure
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  Speaker 1: from fame, as some unsung demean in far Ionian hills
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  Speaker 1: there waits to bless with her all healing mothersoft caress,
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  Speaker 1: the sympathy of trees, that friend unseen soother of moods
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  Speaker 1: on whom all hearts do lean sooner or later, and
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  Speaker 1: their cares confess as one whose road winds upward, turns
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  Speaker 1: his face unto the valleys where he late hath stood,
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  Speaker 1: leaning upon his staff in peace, to brood on many
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  Speaker 1: a beauty of the distant place. So I in this
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  Speaker 1: cool garden pause, a space reviewing many things in many
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  Speaker 1: a mood, accumulating friends in solitude, from the assembly of
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  Speaker 1: my thoughts and days lost inheritance. This is my lost inheritance.
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  Speaker 1: I look with brotherliest affections, yearning forth to the flower
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  Speaker 1: bearing sod. Oh, what is worth the strange estate of
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  Speaker 1: flesh I strangely took in the soft soil, the garden breezes,
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  Speaker 1: shook from the wall chink. But now there's measure of
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  Speaker 1: earth to match my body's dust. When its rebirth to
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  Speaker 1: sod restores old functions, I forsook vicissitude. Strange that a
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  Speaker 1: sod for just a thrill or two should ever be
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  Speaker 1: seduced into the round of change. Wherein its present state
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  Speaker 1: is found in this my form forsake its quiet, true
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  Speaker 1: and fruitfulest retirement to go through the heat, the strain,
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  Speaker 1: the languor, and the wound, forget soft rain, to hear
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  Speaker 1: the stormier sound exchange for burning tears. It's peaceful, dew
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  Speaker 1: old song and a river. It was the lip of
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  Speaker 1: murmuring Thames along when new lights sought the woods all
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  Speaker 1: strangely fair, such quiet lights as saints transfigured, where in
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  Speaker 1: minster windows crept the woods among and far as from
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  Speaker 1: some hazy hill. Yet strong methought an upland shepherd piped
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  Speaker 1: it there, rousing a silvern echo in her lair. Sweet
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  Speaker 1: Thames run softly till I end my song. My Spencer
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  Speaker 1: lay the dewey gress upon his pages, shone before me,
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  Speaker 1: as I read like the gold daisies gleaming round his bed,
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  Speaker 1: His lantern verses upward to me, shone, and never yet
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  Speaker 1: his song's rich note hath known. Sweet Thames ran softly
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  Speaker 1: by his burthen sped and shell, while hymns are sung
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  Speaker 1: and prayers are said. Low cha ranting is glad prothelamion
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  Speaker 1: saint Paul's one time from that gray close I did
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  Speaker 1: emerge wherethrough I had been toiling, and to me, like
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  Speaker 1: some benignant rock above the sea, Saint Paul's great brow
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  Speaker 1: above the mist and surge loomed kindly, and methought did
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  Speaker 1: kindly urge all men up to it, till there came
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  Speaker 1: to be a hush on hearts, a deep tranquility of
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  Speaker 1: healing virtue round the Minster's verge Roman glasswhere preserved in
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  Speaker 1: the Ashmolean Fair, crystal cups are dug from Earth's old crust,
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  Speaker 1: shattered but lovely, for at price of all their shameful
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  Speaker 1: exile from the banquet hall, they have been bargaining beauties
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  Speaker 1: from the dust. So dig my life, but deep enough
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  Speaker 1: you must find broken friendships round its inner wall, which
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  Speaker 1: wants my careless hand let slip and fall brave with
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  Speaker 1: faint memories, rich in rainbow rust, Life's usurpation, tell them,
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  Speaker 1: sweet evening breeze pois'd here No less I love their memory,
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  Speaker 1: whom thou goest to greet out there at Heaven's gate,
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  Speaker 1: but that I meet less oft the idle thoughts of
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  Speaker 1: old distress. Tell them the thought of them still lives
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  Speaker 1: to bless. But since I learned how much despite defeat.
• 34:41
  Speaker 1: My life demands that I shall make complete. I must
• 34:45
  Speaker 1: yield up my cherished loneliness traces something of sorrow. Am
• 34:53
  Speaker 1: I not denied share of the Earth's old universal pain?
• 34:58
  Speaker 1: I own? Though, but as hillsides own the rain or
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  Speaker 1: solid sands. The long waves stroking side still, though no
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  Speaker 1: rains upon the steep may bide and harmlessly. The sea
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  Speaker 1: floods rise and wane, The downward torrent traces do remain,
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  Speaker 1: and sands bare record of the sedulous tide. He is
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  Speaker 1: no lover of the sea who loses sound of her
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  Speaker 1: voices inland wandering still should her old melodious mystery spring
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  Speaker 1: around him? When he wears aware, he chooses, and so
• 35:41
  Speaker 1: within me. Rhythmic life refuses, by any other pulse than yours,
• 35:47
  Speaker 1: to swing far from your friendship's ocean. Though I sing
• 35:52
  Speaker 1: where the hills tire and the rough pathway bruises.
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  Speaker 2: End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: Recording is in the public domain. Minstrels in Bloomsbury by
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  Speaker 1: Arthur Upson read for LibriVox dot Org to Covent Garden,
• 36:17
  Speaker 1: people stream to drink the music. There upon the curb
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  Speaker 1: we stay to dream with melody more rare sing on
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  Speaker 1: enchanted minstrel girl, Thou artless, young and fair. The buses
• 36:32
  Speaker 1: in Southampton row the jingling handsomes here bear London, heedless
• 36:38
  Speaker 1: to and fro in search of evening cheer for us,
• 36:43
  Speaker 1: Thou art enough, dear voice, forgetful, sweet and clear. Our
• 36:48
  Speaker 1: day long toil, but goes to win another toilsome day.
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  Speaker 1: Play on oblivious, violin, soft harp, beseech thee play, and
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  Speaker 1: thou pale girl with eyes aflame, sing on for us
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  Speaker 1: who stay.
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  Speaker 2: End a poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Thought of Stephenson by Arthur Upson, read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 1: Org high and alone. I stood on Cotton Hill, above
• 37:29
  Speaker 1: the scene that was so dear to him whose exile
• 37:32
  Speaker 1: dreams of it made exile dim. October wooed the folded
• 37:38
  Speaker 1: valleys till in mist they blurred, even as our eyes
• 37:42
  Speaker 1: up fell under a too sweet memory. Spires did swim,
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  Speaker 1: and gables rust red on the gray sea's brim. But
• 37:53
  Speaker 1: on these heights the air was soft and still, yet
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  Speaker 1: not all still. An a in breeze will turn here,
• 38:02
  Speaker 1: as from bourns in aromatic seas, as round old shrines,
• 38:07
  Speaker 1: A new freed soul might yearn with incense of rich
• 38:12
  Speaker 1: earthly reveries, vanish the isles, mist, exile, searching pain, but
• 38:20
  Speaker 1: the brave soul is free, is home again.
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  Speaker 2: End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. After reading The
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  Speaker 1: Golden Treasury in the Green Park by Arthur Upson read
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  Speaker 1: for LibriVox dot Org off Piccadilly, with its pavement cries
• 38:49
  Speaker 1: its maddening monotone of wheel and hoof in the Green Park,
• 38:54
  Speaker 1: primeval summer lies, How near? How yearning? Yet? How are
• 39:00
  Speaker 1: aloof Oh City, symbol of a world that's still heedless
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  Speaker 1: of beauty under heaven rolls and thou blithe meadow all
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  Speaker 1: with larks, a thrill like poetry, that pasture of great souls.
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  Speaker 1: Ye twain so thundered, shall forever dwell a tumult and
• 39:24
  Speaker 1: a blessing side by side Here as to toil worn
• 39:29
  Speaker 1: argo once befell, a singing island on a thundering tide,
• 39:34
  Speaker 1: where men might stretch them out in blood. Release we two,
• 39:39
  Speaker 1: much wondering, hail this hour of peace.
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  Speaker 2: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 39:54
  Speaker 1: On the Lower Rhine by Arthur Upson read for librivo
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  Speaker 1: dot org. Dusodorf. Heina's Birthplace by Dusodorf. The singing rhine
• 40:08
  Speaker 1: stream bends Age wanted from his earlier lyric tone. A
• 40:14
  Speaker 1: master singer, somewhat pensive, grown in more of epic stateliness.
• 40:20
  Speaker 1: He wends where youth in memory only still attends with
• 40:25
  Speaker 1: foregone passions, raptures long since flown. So sweeps he down
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  Speaker 1: from Minster crown'd Cologne, and to the silent level sea
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  Speaker 1: descends not such o Heina, thy mad stream of song,
• 40:43
  Speaker 1: though now beyond our fitful ocean's hem the eternal tide
• 40:48
  Speaker 1: of beauty harbor thee thou fleddest the broken crags of
• 40:53
  Speaker 1: life along beating white flowers of foam out over them,
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  Speaker 1: and passionately soughtest thy mother See.
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  Speaker 2: End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Souvenants Deliege by
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  Speaker 1: Arthur Upson Read for Liprivox dot Org November, Gray City
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  Speaker 1: by the Silver Muse. I fling one precious day to
• 41:28
  Speaker 1: thee of my brief days, Take it and give remembrance.
• 41:34
  Speaker 1: Mellow praise of chimes across a moonlit evening rain of
• 41:40
  Speaker 1: light echoes the full wavy swing of burdened barges down
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  Speaker 1: thy waterways, noise, nearest music, the blue, holy haze and
• 41:52
  Speaker 1: perfume of old halters, wing on wing of iridescent doves,
• 41:58
  Speaker 1: descending soft within in a Gothic gait, where one strews
• 42:02
  Speaker 1: bread for alms to the air's beggars, beyond her arcade's
• 42:09
  Speaker 1: recessive pinnacles, aloft November's vista, deepening to one blur of
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  Speaker 1: blue and gray behind her upturned head.
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  Speaker 2: End a poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 42:30
  Speaker 1: After reading an old comedy by Arthur Upson, read for
• 42:35
  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot org for h ab I close the book,
• 42:42
  Speaker 1: thee in it gentle mime, in undisturbed seclusion, hid away
• 42:47
  Speaker 1: TwixT dot moroccos, Where shall non gainsay thine obvious humor
• 42:53
  Speaker 1: of a simpler time? So an old grandsire's chimney corner rhyme,
• 42:59
  Speaker 1: secure in so smiles of those who love him may
• 43:02
  Speaker 1: never uncold, unkindred hearing play, but live alway its crisp
• 43:08
  Speaker 1: and mirthful prime. There waits bold, pleasant wit, all undismayed,
• 43:15
  Speaker 1: unconscious of this devious age of ours, forever alien to
• 43:20
  Speaker 1: our sighs and tears. And there the sweep of fair
• 43:25
  Speaker 1: antique brocade the undying perfume of forgotten flowers, and laughter
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  Speaker 1: ringing faintly from old years.
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  Speaker 2: End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. After reading an
• 43:47
  Speaker 1: Italian Garden by Arthur Upson, read for LibriVox dot org
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  Speaker 1: for r to him no more an inward hate shall speak,
• 43:59
  Speaker 1: nor aught, but beauty sing. Who walks within this garden late,
• 44:04
  Speaker 1: and hears the fountain murmuring a vestige of some other day,
• 44:10
  Speaker 1: once lived, but dim remember'd, now goes in the moon's
• 44:15
  Speaker 1: familiar way beneath the stately. I likes bow the parterre,
• 44:21
  Speaker 1: I but half forget the tuscan melancholy night. Too faintly
• 44:27
  Speaker 1: I regain them, yet too keenly to have lost them.
• 44:31
  Speaker 1: Quite was I the other of some song that many
• 44:36
  Speaker 1: a year hath left the lips of her who walks
• 44:40
  Speaker 1: alone along the water where the triton dips, and she
• 44:46
  Speaker 1: how her rispetty claim the sad, bewildered heart of me,
• 44:51
  Speaker 1: that ever almost seth her name, yet loseth it continually slow,
• 44:59
  Speaker 1: moving down on the marble stair, or leaned on sculptured balustrade,
• 45:05
  Speaker 1: Her face is shadowed by her hair, her arms are
• 45:09
  Speaker 1: buried in its shade. Oh, would she lift that face
• 45:14
  Speaker 1: or free those hidden hands? I know that soon my faint, old,
• 45:20
  Speaker 1: faded Italy again might blossom to the moon.
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  Speaker 2: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Chorus from the City by Arthur Upson, read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 1: dot org. Vgina's foam is high and wild, where Pan
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  Speaker 1: immortal sits enisled. But thou and I, with flying oar
• 45:55
  Speaker 1: seek Citalia's sacred shore. The city of the islet crown
• 46:01
  Speaker 1: well knows that rocky islands frown, But thou and I
• 46:05
  Speaker 1: together learned what fires upon her altars burned. Oh, many
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  Speaker 1: a sail goes gleaming there, bound for some olive garden fair.
• 46:16
  Speaker 1: But thou and I made fast to her and found
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  Speaker 1: her cypress lovelier. The shrines of Aphrodite lift their smoke
• 46:26
  Speaker 1: in every village rift, But thou and I, remote from man,
• 46:31
  Speaker 1: propitiate the woodland pan.
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  Speaker 2: End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Golden Rod by
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  Speaker 1: Arthur Upson, read for LibriVox dot org. Doubtless twas here
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  Speaker 1: we walked, but yesterday seeing not any beauty save the
• 46:59
  Speaker 1: green of meadows, Or were slipp'd the brook between a
• 47:04
  Speaker 1: ribbon of blue and silver. Yet the way is strange.
• 47:10
  Speaker 1: In golden paths I see astray. Do you remember, comrade,
• 47:16
  Speaker 1: to have seen bought forward in these meadows? That should
• 47:21
  Speaker 1: mean a culmination in such fair display. We noticed not
• 47:27
  Speaker 1: the humble stalks amid the many roadside grasses. But it
• 47:33
  Speaker 1: seems they were preparing this, And when their dreams were
• 47:37
  Speaker 1: ripe for doing, they could no more be hid than
• 47:42
  Speaker 1: golden thoughts that bloomed to action when their hearts make
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  Speaker 1: heroes out of common men.
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  Speaker 2: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: In October by Arthur Upson, read for LibriVox dot org.
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  Speaker 1: The maples, their old sumptuous hues resume around the woodland
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  Speaker 1: pool's bright glass and strong the ear's blue incense and
• 48:20
  Speaker 1: recession song sweep over me their music and perfume. Dear Earth,
• 48:27
  Speaker 1: that I reproach THEE in my gloom, I would forget
• 48:31
  Speaker 1: as thou forgot'st I long to make redress for such
• 48:36
  Speaker 1: a filial wrong, and praise THEE now for all thy
• 48:40
  Speaker 1: ruddy bloom, so fond a mother to be used so ill.
• 48:46
  Speaker 1: Yet this poor heart of mine hath ever been prey
• 48:50
  Speaker 1: to its own unwarranted alarms, shall fret and beg forgiveness.
• 48:56
  Speaker 1: So until thou fold my thankless body warmly in and
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  Speaker 1: draw me back into thy loving arms.
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  Speaker 2: End a poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: When rose Leaves Fall by Arthur Upson Read forlibrivox dot org.
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  Speaker 1: When rose leaves fall in evenings cold, to mingle with
• 49:31
  Speaker 1: their mother mold. Look to it, lest thy heart be
• 49:35
  Speaker 1: set to seek strange blossoms, and forget thy roses and
• 49:40
  Speaker 1: their sway of old. Run not to lesser blooms, nor
• 49:46
  Speaker 1: fold unto thy heart the creed. Those hold who stand
• 49:50
  Speaker 1: like stoics by and let their rose leaves fall, but
• 49:56
  Speaker 1: gather them as precious, gold, rich, spiced, high placed, and
• 50:01
  Speaker 1: orient bold. They shall be summer to thee. Yet, what
• 50:06
  Speaker 1: though they fade and thou regret, thou canst make theirs
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  Speaker 1: a boon untold When rose leaves fall.
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  Speaker 2: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Springtide of the Soul by Arthur Upson, Read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 1: dot org. For r. B. The flesh too fragrant, whitening
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  Speaker 1: of a bow full, flooding fields, and softening sod doth
• 50:43
  Speaker 1: yearn the spirit will to Autumn's wooing burn, and to
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  Speaker 1: October is her tenderest vow October springtide of the soul.
• 50:54
  Speaker 1: What now may I compare to raptures that return when
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  Speaker 1: round thine auburn hair, these eyes discern first the wild
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  Speaker 1: purple berries kiss thy brow. My soul bends to thee
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  Speaker 1: as a waiting bride, long from her maiden chamber, searching
• 51:15
  Speaker 1: far doth see at last beneath the vesper star, her
• 51:20
  Speaker 1: sunset lover toward her castle ride. She flings her evening
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  Speaker 1: casement open wide and leans out through the trembling lettice bar,
• 51:31
  Speaker 1: Then turning, sets her chamber door ajar, and flies back
• 51:35
  Speaker 1: to the crimsoning window side. Submit thyself to beauty, cry
• 51:41
  Speaker 1: the lords of this autumnal pageant day, and skies that
• 51:46
  Speaker 1: dwell in calm like love, remembered hyes, and the dim
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  Speaker 1: dusk of topaz, golden hordes streaking the forest like old
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  Speaker 1: painted words fading along some saint's page, Fair and wise
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  Speaker 1: and windy rivers whose mingled voices rise to smite, rich, vibrant,
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  Speaker 1: melancholy chords. Friend of my heart, among the autumn trees,
• 52:15
  Speaker 1: we walk together, bearing thought to thought of this vast
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  Speaker 1: symbol Earth, wherein lie wrought hints of immortal dreams and destinies.
• 52:26
  Speaker 1: And you and I are part of all of these,
• 52:31
  Speaker 1: ourselves mysterious emblems. Tones have caught from voices far wherein
• 52:38
  Speaker 1: our souls have sought, deep meanings, silent midhurts melodies.
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  Speaker 2: End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Ex Libris by
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  Speaker 1: Arthur Upson read for Life LibriVox dot org. In an
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  Speaker 1: old book at even as I read fast fading words,
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  Speaker 1: adown my shadowy page, I cross'd a tale of how
• 53:12
  Speaker 1: in other age at Arqua, with his books around him,
• 53:16
  Speaker 1: sped the word to Petrarch, and with noble head bowed
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  Speaker 1: gently o'er his volume, that sweet sage to silence paint
• 53:26
  Speaker 1: his willing seniorage. And they who found him whispered he
• 53:32
  Speaker 1: is dead. Thus timely from old comradeships, would I to
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  Speaker 1: silence also rise? Let there be night stillness, and only
• 53:44
  Speaker 1: these staid watchers by, and no light shine save my
• 53:49
  Speaker 1: low study light blest of his kind intent some human
• 53:55
  Speaker 1: cry interpret not the messenger aright.
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  Speaker 2: End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. When the song
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  Speaker 1: is done by Arthur Upson read for LibriVox dot org.
• 54:18
  Speaker 1: When the song is done and his heart is ashes,
• 54:22
  Speaker 1: never praise the singer whom you silent heard. What to
• 54:27
  Speaker 1: him the sound? What your eyes fond flashes? When the
• 54:31
  Speaker 1: singing's over, Say no word, Ye who darkling stood? Think
• 54:37
  Speaker 1: your noon of praises? Can it glimmer down to his
• 54:41
  Speaker 1: deep set bower? Never round him shone. Once your garden mazes,
• 54:48
  Speaker 1: Now his wanderings over, Bring no flower. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. End of Sonnets
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  Speaker 1: and Songs by Arthur Upson.