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Motley, and Other Poems-Walter de la Mare · The White Sister

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  Speaker 1: The Little Salamander by Walter de le Maire read for
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot org by Larry Wilson to Margo, when I
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  Speaker 1: go free, I think twill be a night of stars
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  Speaker 1: and snow, and the wild fires of frost shall light
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  Speaker 1: my footsteps as I go Nobody, nobody will be there
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  Speaker 1: with groping touch or sight to see me in my
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  Speaker 1: bush of hair, dance burning through the night in the poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: The Linnet by Walter de la Maire read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 2: dot org by Kmar Lemmons. The Linnet, upon this leafy bush,
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  Speaker 2: with thorns and roses in it, flutters a thing of light,
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  Speaker 2: a twittering linnet, and all the throbbing world of dew
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  Speaker 2: and sun and air by this small parcel of life
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  Speaker 2: is made more fair, as if each bramble, spray and
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  Speaker 2: mounded gold, wreathed firs, harebell and little thyme were only hers,
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  Speaker 2: as if this beauty and grace did to one bird belong,
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  Speaker 2: and at a flutter of wing might vanish in song
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  Speaker 2: and of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: The Sunken Garden by Walter de la Maire read for
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  Speaker 2: LibriVox dot Org by Kmarl Lemmons. The sunken garden speak
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  Speaker 2: not whisper, not here bloweth time and bergamot softly on
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  Speaker 2: the evening hour, secret herbs, their spices shower, dark spiked
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  Speaker 2: rosemary and myrrh lean stalked purple lavenderdes within her bosom too,
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  Speaker 2: all her sorrows, bitter rue. Breathe, not trespass not of
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  Speaker 2: this green and darkling spot, latticed from the moon's beams.
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  Speaker 2: Perchance a distant dreamer dreams, perchance upon its darkening air,
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  Speaker 2: the unseen ghosts of children fair faintly swinging sway and
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  Speaker 2: sweep like lovely sea flowers in its deep while unmoved
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  Speaker 2: to watch and ward miant its gloomed and daisied Sward
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  Speaker 2: stands with bowed and dewy head that one little leaden
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  Speaker 2: lad end of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: The Riddlers by Walter de Lemaire read for LibriVox by K.
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  Speaker 2: Merle Emmons. The Riddlers thou solitary, the blackbird I from
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  Speaker 2: the happy wren linnet, and black cap woodlark thrush perched
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  Speaker 2: all upon a sweet briar bush, have come at cold
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  Speaker 2: of midnight tide to ask thee why, and when grief
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  Speaker 2: smote thy heart, So thou dost sing in solemn hush
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  Speaker 2: of evening, so sorrowfully lovelorn thing. Nay, nay, not sing,
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  Speaker 2: but rave but wail, most melancholic, Nightingale, do not the
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  Speaker 2: dews of darkness steep all pinings of the day in sleep?
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  Speaker 2: Why then, when rocked in starry nest we mutely couch,
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  Speaker 2: secure at rest, doth thy lone heart delight to make
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  Speaker 2: music for sorrow's sake? A moon was there so still
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  Speaker 2: her beam, it seemed the whole world lay a dream,
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  Speaker 2: lolled by the watery sea, and from her leafy night
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  Speaker 2: hung nook upon this stranger soft did look The nightingale sighed,
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  Speaker 2: he tis strange, my friend, and the kingfisher. But yester
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  Speaker 2: morning conjured me here out of his green and gold,
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  Speaker 2: to say, why thou, in splendor of the noon wearest
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  Speaker 2: the color but golden shoon? And else dost thee array
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  Speaker 2: in a most somber suit of black. Surely he sighed
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  Speaker 2: some load of grief past all our thinking and belief
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  Speaker 2: must weigh upon his back. Do then, in turn, tell
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  Speaker 2: me if joy thy heart as well as voice. Employ
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  Speaker 2: Why dost thou now most sable shine in plumage woefuller
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  Speaker 2: far than mine? Thy silence is a sadder thing than
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  Speaker 2: any dirge I sing. Thus, then these two small birds
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  Speaker 2: perched there breathed a strange riddle. Both did share, yet
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  Speaker 2: neither could expound. And we who sing, but as we can,
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  Speaker 2: and the small knowledge of a man, have we an
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  Speaker 2: answer found?
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  Speaker 1: Nay?
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  Speaker 2: Some are happy, whose delight is hid even from themselves
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  Speaker 2: in sight. And some win peace. Who spend the skill
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  Speaker 2: of words to sweetened despair, of finding consolation where life
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  Speaker 2: has but one dark end, Who in rapt solitude till
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  Speaker 2: o'er a tale as lovely as forlor into the midnight
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  Speaker 2: air end of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Moonlight by Walter de la Maire, read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 2: Org by k marl Emmons. Moonlight, the far moon maketh
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  Speaker 2: lovers wise in her pale beauty, trembling down, lending curved cheeks,
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  Speaker 2: dark lips, dark eyes, a strangeness not their own, And
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  Speaker 2: though they shut their lids to kiss in starless darkness,
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  Speaker 2: peace to win even on that secret world. From this
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  Speaker 2: her twilight enters in end of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 2: in the public domain. The Blind Boy by Walter de
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  Speaker 2: la Maire read for LibriVox dot Org by K. Marl
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  Speaker 2: Emmons The Blind Boy, I have no master, said the
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  Speaker 2: blind Boy. My mother, Dame Venus, they do call cowled
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  Speaker 2: in this hood. She sent me begging for whate'er in pity.
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  Speaker 2: May befall hard was her visage, me adjuring have no
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  Speaker 2: fun mercy on the kind. Here be sharp arrows bunched
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  Speaker 2: and quiver draw close air, striking thou art blind? So
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  Speaker 2: stand I hear my woes entreating in this dark alley.
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  Speaker 2: Lest the moon point with her sparkling my barbed armory,
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  Speaker 2: Shine on my silver laced shoon. O sir unkind This
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  Speaker 2: dame to me ward of the salt billow was her
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  Speaker 2: birth in your sweet charity? Draw nearer the saddest rogue
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  Speaker 2: Earth end of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: The Quarry by Walter de la Maire read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 3: dot Org by A. L. G. One thousand and one.
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  Speaker 3: You hunted me with all the pack, too blind, too
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  Speaker 3: blind to see by no wild hope of force or greed.
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  Speaker 3: Could you make sure of me, and like a phantom
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  Speaker 3: through the glades with tender breast aglow. The goddess in
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  Speaker 3: me laughed to hear your horns a roving go. She
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  Speaker 3: laughed to think no mortal air by dint of mortal flesh,
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  Speaker 3: the very cause that was the hunt. One moment could
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  Speaker 3: enmesh that though with captive limbs I lay stilled breath
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  Speaker 3: and vanquished eyes, he that hunts love with horse and
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  Speaker 3: hound hunts out his heart and eyes. End of poem.
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  Speaker 3: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Missus Grundy by Walter de le Maire read for liebervok
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  Speaker 4: stodworg by Melicity step very softly, sweet, quiet foot, stumble
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  Speaker 4: not whisper, not smile not by this dark ivy stoop
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  Speaker 4: cheek and brow still even thy heart, what seest thou
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  Speaker 4: high quoift, broad browed, aged, suave, yet grim, a large,
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  Speaker 4: flat face, eyes keenly dim, staring at nothing that's me,
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  Speaker 4: And yet with a hate one could never, no, never forget.
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  Speaker 4: This is my world, my garden, my home. Hither my
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  Speaker 4: father bade mother to come and bear me out of
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  Speaker 4: the dark into light, and happy I was in her
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  Speaker 4: tender sight. And then thou frail flowers. She died and
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  Speaker 4: went forgetting my pitiless banishment. And that old woman, an aunt,
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  Speaker 4: she said, came hither, lodged, fattened, and made her bed.
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  Speaker 4: Oh yes, thou most blessed, from Monday to Sunday has
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  Speaker 4: lived on me, preyed on me, Missus Grundy called me
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  Speaker 4: dear nephew. On each of those chairs has gloated in righteousness,
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  Speaker 4: heard my prayers. Why diddest thou dare the thorns of
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  Speaker 4: the grove time distrespasser, huntress of love. Now thou hast peeped,
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  Speaker 4: And now dost know what kind of creature is thine?
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  Speaker 4: For foe nought that shall tear out thy innocent eyes,
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  Speaker 4: poison thy mouth with deviltries watched thou wait, thou soon
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  Speaker 4: wilt begin the guile of voice. Hark come in, Come
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  Speaker 4: in end a poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: The Tryst by Walter de la Maire Redvelibrivox dot Org
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  Speaker 5: by Laura Allenby Flee into some forgotten night, and be
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  Speaker 5: of all dark long my moon bright company, beyond the
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  Speaker 5: rumor even of paradise. Come there, out of all remembrance,
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  Speaker 5: make our home, seek we some close hid shadow for
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  Speaker 5: our lair, hollowed by Noah's mouse beneath the chair, wherein
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  Speaker 5: the omnipotent in slumber bound nods till the piteous trump
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  Speaker 5: of judgment sound. Perchance Leviathan of the deep sea would
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  Speaker 5: lease a lost mermaiden's grot.
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  Speaker 6: To me.
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  Speaker 5: There of your beauty, we would joyants make a music
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  Speaker 5: wistful for the sea nymph's sake. Haply Elijah o'er his
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  Speaker 5: spokes of fiber cresting steep Leo, or the heavenly liar
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  Speaker 5: spied tranced in azure of innernst space, some eerie hostile
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  Speaker 5: meet for human grace, where two might happy be just due,
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  Speaker 5: and I lost in the uttermost of eternity think in
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  Speaker 5: times smallest clocks to minutest beat, might there not rest
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  Speaker 5: be found for wondering feet, Or TwixT the sleep and
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  Speaker 5: wake of a Helen's dream silence, wherein to sing Love's requiem,
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  Speaker 5: No no nor earth, nor air, nor fire nor deep
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  Speaker 5: could lull poor mortal longingness asleep Somewhere there nothing is,
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  Speaker 5: And there a lost man shall win what changeless vague
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  Speaker 5: of peace he can. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 5: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Alone by Walter de la Maire read forlebovox dot org.
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  Speaker 7: By Stunning the abode of the nightingales bare flowered, frost
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  Speaker 7: congeals in the jelled air. The fox howls from his
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  Speaker 7: frozen lair. Alas my loved one is gone, I am alone.
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  Speaker 7: It is winter. Once the pink cast a whiney smell.
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  Speaker 7: The wild bee hung in the hyacinthe bell, light and
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  Speaker 7: effulgence of beauty fell. Alas my loved one is gone,
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  Speaker 7: I am alone. It is winter. My candle a silent
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  Speaker 7: fire doth shed starry orion haunts o'er a head come,
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  Speaker 7: moth comes shadow. The world is dead. Alas my loved
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  Speaker 7: one is gone, I am alone. It is winter, and
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  Speaker 7: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: Empty by Walter de la mar read for librivos by
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  Speaker 6: April six zero nine zero. See this house, How dark
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  Speaker 6: it is beneath its vast bowed trees. Not one trembling
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  Speaker 6: leaflet cries to that watcher in the sky. Remove, remove
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  Speaker 6: thy searching gaze. Innocent of Heaven's ways, brood, not moon
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  Speaker 6: so wildly bright on. Secrets hidden from sight, Secrets sighs
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  Speaker 6: the night wind. Vacancy is all I find. Every keyhole
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  Speaker 6: I have made wail as summons, faint and sad. No
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  Speaker 6: voice ever answers me, only vacancy. Once once the cricket shrills,
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  Speaker 6: and far and near the quiet fills with its tiny voice,
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  Speaker 6: and then hush falls again, mute, shadows, creeping slow, Mark
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  Speaker 6: how the hours go. Every stone is moldering slow, and
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  Speaker 6: the least winds that blow, some minutest adam shake, some fretting,
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  Speaker 6: ruined make in roof and walls. How black it is
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  Speaker 6: beneath these thick bout trees. End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 6: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 8: Mistress Fell by Walter de Lemire read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 8: Org by Anthony Will Mistress Fell, whom seek you here,
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  Speaker 8: sweet mistress Fell, one who loved me, passing well, dark
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  Speaker 8: as eye wild, his face stranger of in this lonely place.
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  Speaker 8: Bide such as one, then pray thee say I come
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  Speaker 8: here today many his like Mistress Fell. I did not look,
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  Speaker 8: so cannot tell only this I surely know. When his
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  Speaker 8: voice called me I must go, touched me his fingers,
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  Speaker 8: and my heart leapt at the sweet pain smart Why
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  Speaker 8: did he leave you? Mistress? Fell magic laid its dreary
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  Speaker 8: spell stranger, he was fast asleep into his dream. I
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  Speaker 8: tried to creep, called his name. Soft was my cry?
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  Speaker 8: He answered, not one sigh. The flower and the thorn
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  Speaker 8: are here. Falleth the night, do cold and clear out
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  Speaker 8: of her bower. The bird replies, mocking the dark with ecstasies.
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  Speaker 8: See how the earth's green grass doth grow praising what
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  Speaker 8: sleeps below. Thus have they told me, and I come
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  Speaker 8: as flies the wounded wild bird home. Not tears. I
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  Speaker 8: give but all that he clasped in his arms, sweet charity,
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  Speaker 8: all that he loved to him, I bring for a
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  Speaker 8: close whispering. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 8: public domain.
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  Speaker 9: The Ghost by Walter de la Maire Rudd for LibriVox
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  Speaker 9: dot org. Who knocks I, who was beautiful beyond all dreams,
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  Speaker 9: to restore I from the roots of the dark thorn?
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  Speaker 9: Am hither and knock on the door?
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  Speaker 10: Who speaks?
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  Speaker 9: I once was my speech, sweet as the birds on
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  Speaker 9: the air. When echo lurks by the waters to heed,
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  Speaker 9: tis I speak? Thee fair dark is the hour I
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  Speaker 9: and cold lone is my house, Ah, but mine sight
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  Speaker 9: touch lips, eyes yearned in vain, long dead, these to
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  Speaker 9: thine silence, still faint on the porch, break the flames
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  Speaker 9: of the stars in gloom groped a hope, wearied hand
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  Speaker 9: over keys, bolts and bars, A face peered all the
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  Speaker 9: gray night, in chaos of vacancy shown nought, but vast
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  Speaker 9: sorrow was there, the sweet cheat gone, and of poem.
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  Speaker 9: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: The Stranger by Walter de Lamaire read for Livervox dot
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  Speaker 3: org by Alg one thousand and one. In the woods,
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  Speaker 3: as I did walk dappled with the moon's beam, I
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  Speaker 3: did with a stranger talk and his name was dream spurred,
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  Speaker 3: his heel dark, his cloak shady wide, his bonnet's brim,
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  Speaker 3: his horse beneath a silvery oak grazed. As I talked
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  Speaker 3: with him softly, his breast brooch burned and shone, hill
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  Speaker 3: and deep were in his eyes. One of his hands
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  Speaker 3: held mine, and one the fruit that makes men wise
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  Speaker 3: wonderly strange was earth to see flowers white as milk
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  Speaker 3: did gleam spread to heaven. The assyrian tree over my
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  Speaker 3: head with dream dews were still betwixt us, twain, star
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  Speaker 3: as a trembling beauty shed, Yet not a whisper comes
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  Speaker 3: again of the words he said and of poem. This
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  Speaker 3: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 11: Betrayal by Walter de la mar read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 11: Org by A. Norriwynham. She will not die, they say
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  Speaker 11: she will, but put her beauty by and hi away.
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  Speaker 11: Oh but her beauty gone. How lonely then will seem
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  Speaker 11: all reverie, how black to me? All things will sad
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  Speaker 11: be made, and every hope a memory, all gladness dead
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  Speaker 11: ghosts of the past will know my weakest hour and
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  Speaker 11: whisper to me, and coldly go in hers in deep
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  Speaker 11: of sleep, clothed in its mortal beauty, I shall see,
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  Speaker 11: and waking weep not. Will my mind then find in
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  Speaker 11: Man's false heaven my peace to be all blind and blind?
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  Speaker 11: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: The Cage by Walter de la Maire readphilibrivox dot Org
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  Speaker 5: by Laura Allenby Why did you flutter in vain hope,
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  Speaker 5: poor bird, hard pressed in your small cage of clay,
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  Speaker 5: Twas but a sweet false echo that you heard, caught
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  Speaker 5: only a faint of day. Still is the night, all dark,
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  Speaker 5: a homeless dark burn. Yet the unanswering stars and silence
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  Speaker 5: brings the same seas, desolate surge, suns bound, or mark
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  Speaker 5: of all your wonderings. Fret now no more, Be still
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  Speaker 5: those steadfast eyes, those folded hands. They cannot set you free.
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  Speaker 5: Only with beauty, wake, wild memories, sorrow for where you are,
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  Speaker 5: for where you would be. End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 5: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 12: The Revenant by Walter de Lamar read for Librivacht dot
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  Speaker 12: Org by Moon Lilith. Oh, all, ye, fair ladies, with
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  Speaker 12: your colors and your graces, and your eyes clearing flame
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  Speaker 12: of candle and hearth, toward the dark of this old window,
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  Speaker 12: Lift not up your smiling faces, where a shade stands forlorn.
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  Speaker 7: From the cold of the earth.
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  Speaker 12: God knows. I could not rest for one I was
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  Speaker 12: still thinking of, like a rose sheath in beauty. Her
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  Speaker 12: spirit was to me now out of unforgottenness, a better
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  Speaker 12: trot I'm drinking of tis, sad of such beauty, unremembered
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  Speaker 12: to be. Men, all are shades of women. Winds wist
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  Speaker 12: not of the way they blow. Apart from your kindness.
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  Speaker 12: Life's at best but a snare, though a tongue now
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  Speaker 12: pasted praise this bitter thing. Doth say I know what
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  Speaker 12: solitude means, and how homeless I fare? Strange? Strange are
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  Speaker 12: ye all except in beauty shared with her? Since I
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  Speaker 12: seek what I loved yet was faithless to in death,
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  Speaker 12: not life enough I heaped. So thus my heart must
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  Speaker 12: fare with her, now wrapped the gross clay, bereft of
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  Speaker 12: life's breath. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 12: public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Music by Walter de la Maire, read forleibrivox dot Org
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  Speaker 7: by stunning. When music sounds gone is the earth I know,
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  Speaker 7: and all her lovely things even lovelier grow her flowers
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  Speaker 7: and vision flame. Her forest trees lift burdened branches stilled
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  Speaker 7: with ecstasies. When music sounds out of the water rise
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  Speaker 7: naiads whose beauty dims MY waking eyes. Wrapped in strange
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  Speaker 7: dream burns, each enchanted face with solemn echoing, stirs their
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  Speaker 7: dwelling place. When music sounds all that I was I
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  Speaker 7: am heir to this haunt of brooding dust. I came
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  Speaker 7: while from times woods break into distant song, the swift
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  Speaker 7: winged hours as I hasten along. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 13: The Remonstrance by Walter de Lemaire read for Librevox dot
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  Speaker 13: Org by Abigailhood. I was at peace until you came
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  Speaker 13: and set a careless mind a flame, lived in quiet,
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  Speaker 13: cold content, all longing in safe banishment, until your ghostly
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  Speaker 13: lips and eyes made wisdom unwise. Naught was in me
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  Speaker 13: to tempt your feet to seek a lodging. Quite forgot
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  Speaker 13: lay the sweet solitude we two in childhood used to
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  Speaker 13: wander through. Time's cold hand had closed my heart about
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  Speaker 13: and shut you out. Well in what then, o vision grave,
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  Speaker 13: take all the little I have strip me of what
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  Speaker 13: in voiceless thought, Life's kept of life, unhoped, unsought reverie,
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  Speaker 13: and dreamed that memory must hide deep in dust. This
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  Speaker 13: only I say, though cold and bare, the haunted house
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  Speaker 13: you have chosen to share, still neath its walls, the
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  Speaker 13: moonbeam goes and trembles on the untended rose, till o'er
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  Speaker 13: its broken roof tree rise the starry arches of the sky,
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  Speaker 13: and neath your lightest words shall be the thunder of
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  Speaker 13: an ebbing sea. Friend of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 13: the public domain.
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  Speaker 10: Nocturne by Walter de la Maire, read by Agnes Robert Baer.
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  Speaker 10: Tis not my voice now speaks, but as a bird
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  Speaker 10: and darkling forest hollow, so sweet throat pleads on till
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  Speaker 10: distant echo, too hath heard and doubles every note. So
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  Speaker 10: love that shrouded dwells in mystery, would cry and waken thee.
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  Speaker 10: Thou solitary, stir in thy still sleep, all the night
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  Speaker 10: waits thee. Yet thou still dream'st done furtive. The shadows
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  Speaker 10: that about thee creep, and sheat the shining footsteps of
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  Speaker 10: the moon, unseal thine eyes. It is my heart that
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  Speaker 10: sings and beats in vain, its wings lost in Heaven's vague,
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  Speaker 10: the stars burned softly through the world's dark latticings. We
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  Speaker 10: prisent stray within its lovely labyrinth, and no mute Seraph's
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  Speaker 10: God the way, even from silence, unto speech, from love
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  Speaker 10: to that self self, it still is dreaming of. End
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  Speaker 10: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 9: The Exile by Walter de la Maire redfour LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 9: org I am that Adam, who with snake for guest,
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  Speaker 9: hid anguished eyes upon Eve's piteous breast. I am that Adam, who,
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  Speaker 9: with broken wings fled from the seraph's brazen trumpetings, betrayed
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  Speaker 9: and fugitive, I still must roam a world where sin
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  Speaker 9: and beauty whisper of home. Oh, from wide circuit shall
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  Speaker 9: at length I see pure daybreak lighting again on Eden's tree.
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  Speaker 9: Loosed from remorse and hope and love's distress enrobe me
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  Speaker 9: again in my lost nakedness. No more with wordless grief
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  Speaker 9: A loved one grieve, But to Heaven's nothingness. Re welcome
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  Speaker 9: Eve and of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 9: The Unchanging by Walter de la Maire readfour, LibriVox dot org.
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  Speaker 9: After the songless rose of evening night quiet, dark, still,
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  Speaker 9: in nodding, cavalcade, advancing, starred the deep hill, You in
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  Speaker 9: the valley, standing in your quiet wondertook all that glamor,
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  Speaker 9: peace and mystery in one grave look, Beauty hid your
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  Speaker 9: naked body, time dreamed in your bright hair, in your eyes.
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  Speaker 9: The constellations burned far and fair. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 6: Nightfall by Walter de la Maire red for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 6: Org by April six zero nine zero. The last light
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  Speaker 6: fails that shallow pool of day. The coursers of the
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  Speaker 6: dark stamp down to drink arch their wild necks, lift
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  Speaker 6: their wild heads and neigh their drivers, gathering at the
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  Speaker 6: water brink with eyes as shine from out their clustering hair,
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  Speaker 6: utter their hollow speech or gaze afar wrapped an irradiant
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  Speaker 6: reverie to wear languishes lost in light the evening star
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  Speaker 6: come the woodnifs to dance within the glooms, calling these
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  Speaker 6: chair teers with timbrels din ashen. With twilight, the dark
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  Speaker 6: forest looms o'er the nocturnal beasts that prowl within thorn
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  Speaker 6: roofed thicket, where sweet waters gush resounding roar, wild torrent,
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  Speaker 6: hungry throat, while in the dew drowsed branches eben hush,
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  Speaker 6: pouring lament of joy. The night birds float o glory
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  Speaker 6: of beauty which the world makes fair pant they they're
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  Speaker 6: serenading on the air, sound the loud hoofs, and all
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  Speaker 6: abroad the sky, the lusty cherriteers their stations take planet
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  Speaker 6: to planet, do the sweet loves fly, and in the
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  Speaker 6: zenith silver music wake cities of men in blindness, hidden
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  Speaker 6: low fume, their faint flames to that arched firmament. But
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  Speaker 6: all the dwellers in the lonely no, the unearthly, are
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  Speaker 6: abroad and weary and spent with rush, extinguished to their
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  Speaker 6: dreaming God and world and night and starr in clustered space,
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  Speaker 6: the glory of beauty are in one and ravished face.
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  Speaker 6: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Invocation by Walter de la Maire, read for LibriVox dot org.
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  Speaker 7: By stunning, the burning fire shakes in the night on high,
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  Speaker 7: her silver candles gleam with far flung arms, inflamed with light,
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  Speaker 7: The trees are lost in dream, Come in thy beauty.
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  Speaker 7: Tis my love lost in far wandering desire. Hath in
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  Speaker 7: the darkling deep above set stars and kindled fire. And
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  Speaker 7: of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Eyes
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  Speaker 7: by Walter de la Maire, read for LibriVox dot org.
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  Speaker 7: By stunning those strange devices that alone divide the sere
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  Speaker 7: from the sea, the very highway of Earth's pomp and
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  Speaker 7: pride that lies between the traveler and the cheating, sweet
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  Speaker 7: delight of where he longs to be, but which bound
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  Speaker 7: hand and foot he clothes on night can only see
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  Speaker 7: end of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 8: Life by Walter de Lemaire read for Libervox dot Org
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  Speaker 8: by Anthony Will Life hearken, O dear, now strikes the
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  Speaker 8: hour we die. We who, in one strange kiss, have
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  Speaker 8: proved a dream the world's realities, turned each from other's
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  Speaker 8: darkness with a sigh, need heed no more of life, waste,
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  Speaker 8: no more breath on any other journey but of death.
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  Speaker 8: And yet, oh know we well how each of us
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  Speaker 8: must prove Love's infidel Still, out of ecstasy, turn trembling
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  Speaker 8: back to Earth's same empty track of leaden day by
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  Speaker 8: day and hour by hour, and be of all things
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  Speaker 8: lovely the cold mortuary. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 12: The Disguise by Walter de Lamar read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 12: Org by Monlilith. Why in my heart, O grief, dost
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  Speaker 12: thou in beauty bide dead? Is my well content and
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  Speaker 12: buried deep my pride? Cold? Are their stones, beloved to
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  Speaker 12: hand and sighed? The shadows of even are gone shut?
• 34:43
  Speaker 12: Are the day's clear flowers now have her birds left? Mute?
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  Speaker 12: Their singing? Bowers lone, shall we be we twain in
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  Speaker 12: the night hours, Thou, with thy cheek on mine and
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  Speaker 12: dark hair loosed, shalt see take the far stars for fruit,
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  Speaker 12: the cypress tree, and in the used black shall the
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  Speaker 12: moon be. We will tell no old tales nor heed
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  Speaker 12: if in wandering air die a lost song of love,
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  Speaker 12: or the once fair still as well watered be the
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  Speaker 12: thoughts we share. And while the ghosts keep tryst from
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  Speaker 12: chill sepulchers dreamless, our gaze shall sleep, and sealed our ears,
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  Speaker 12: heart unto heart will speak without tears. Oh, thy veiled,
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  Speaker 12: lovely face, Joy's strange disguise shall be the last to
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  Speaker 12: fade from these rapt eyes. Ere the first dart of daybreak,
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  Speaker 12: pierced the skies and of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: Vain Questioning by Walter de la Maire read for Lebrivox
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  Speaker 1: dot Org by Larry Wilson. What it needest thou a
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  Speaker 1: few brief hours of rest, wherein to seek thyself in
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  Speaker 1: thine own breast, a trenchant silence, wherein truth could say
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  Speaker 1: such was thy constant hope, And this thy way O
• 36:37
  Speaker 1: burden of life, that is a live, long tangle of perplexities.
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  Speaker 1: What seekest thou a truce from that thou art some
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  Speaker 1: steadfast refuge from a fickle heart still to be thou,
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  Speaker 1: And yet no thing of scorn to find, no stay here.
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  Speaker 1: And yet not forlorn O riddle of life that is
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  Speaker 1: an endless war TwixT contrarities. Leave This vain questioning is
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  Speaker 1: not sweet. The rose sings, not the wild bird ere
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  Speaker 1: to rest he goes, hath not a miracle. Brave June returned,
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  Speaker 1: burns not her beauty as of old it burned, O
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  Speaker 1: foolish one to Rome, so far in thine own mind,
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  Speaker 1: away from home, where blooms the flower, when her petals fade,
• 37:30
  Speaker 1: Where sleepeth echo by Earth's music made, where all things
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  Speaker 1: trenchant to the changeless wind, there waits the peace thy
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  Speaker 1: spirit dwelleth in in the poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 10: Vigil by Walter D. Le Man, met for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 10: Org by Agnes Robert Baer. The dark is the night.
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  Speaker 10: The fire burns faint and low hours, days, years, and
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  Speaker 10: to gray ashes go I strive to read, But somber
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  Speaker 10: is the glow. Thumbed are the pages and the print
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  Speaker 10: is small, mocking the winds that from the darkness call
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  Speaker 10: feeble the fire that lends its light withal o ghost,
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  Speaker 10: draw nearer, Let thy shadow. We have blot out the
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  Speaker 10: pages that we cannot share. Be ours will one last leaf,
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  Speaker 10: my fate left bad, let's phineas grawl, and then Life's
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  Speaker 10: book put by turn, each to each in all simplicity.
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  Speaker 10: Ere the last flame is gone to warm us by
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  Speaker 10: end of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: The Old Men by Walter de le Maire read for
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  Speaker 1: Liberal Vox dot Org by Larry Wilson. All then alone
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  Speaker 1: sit we caged, riddled, red men, lost to earth. Listen
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  Speaker 1: and see thoughts. Wherefore and when only far memories stray
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  Speaker 1: of past, once lovely, but now wasted and faded away,
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  Speaker 1: like green leaves from the bough vast broods the silence
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  Speaker 1: of night, The ruineless moon lifts on her faces her light.
• 39:34
  Speaker 1: Whence all dreaming is gone. We speak not trembles, each
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  Speaker 1: head in their sockets. Our eyes are still desire, as
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  Speaker 1: cold as the dead, without wonder or will. And one
• 39:50
  Speaker 1: with a lengthn draws near at clash with the moon
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  Speaker 1: in our eyes. Where art thou? He asks, I here
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  Speaker 1: one by one we arise, and none lifts a hand
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  Speaker 1: to withhold a friend from the touch of that foe
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  Speaker 1: heard cries unto heart. Thou art old yet reluctant, we
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  Speaker 1: go in de poem this Recordingness in the public Domain.
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  Speaker 10: The Dreamer by Walter de la Mare and for Libervoux
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  Speaker 10: dot Org by Agnes Robert Baer. O thou who, giving
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  Speaker 10: helm and sword, givest to the rusting rain and starry docks,
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  Speaker 10: all tender dews, to blunt and stain out of the battle.
• 40:45
  Speaker 10: I am sped, unharmed yet stricken soul, a living shape
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  Speaker 10: and whispering shades on leathy's shore. No trophy in my hands.
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  Speaker 10: I bring to this sad, sying stream. The neighings and
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  Speaker 10: the trumps and cries were but a dream, a dream traded,
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  Speaker 10: a life of life betrayed. O of thy mercy deep
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  Speaker 10: a dream may all the all I ask is sleep?
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  Speaker 10: End of poem. This recording as in the public don't mean.
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  Speaker 5: Happy England by Walter de la Maire read for Lebrivox
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  Speaker 5: dot org by Laura Allenby Now each man's mind all
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  Speaker 5: Europe is boding and fear in dread array days every heart,
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  Speaker 5: O grave and wise, abide in hope the judgment day,
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  Speaker 5: this war in millions in arms, in myriad replica, we
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  Speaker 5: wage unmoved, then soul by Earth's alarms, the dangers of
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  Speaker 5: the dark engage. Remember happy England, keep or her bright cause,
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  Speaker 5: thy latest breath, Her peace that long hath lulled to sleep,
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  Speaker 5: may now exact the sleep of death. Her woods and wilds,
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  Speaker 5: her loveliness, with harvest now are richly at rest, safe
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  Speaker 5: in her iled securities. Thy children's heaven is her breast. Oh,
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  Speaker 5: what a deep contented night the sun from out her
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  Speaker 5: eastern seas would bring the dust which in her sight
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  Speaker 5: had given it all for these end of poem. This
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  Speaker 5: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Martley by Walter de le Maire read for librovox dot
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  Speaker 1: Org by Larry Wilson. Come Death, I'd have a word
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  Speaker 1: with thee and thou poor innocency, and a lad with
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  Speaker 1: broken wing, and pity too. The fool shall sing to
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  Speaker 1: you as fools will sing. I music hath small scents
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  Speaker 1: and a tune soon told. And earth is old, and
• 43:14
  Speaker 1: my poor wets are dense. Yet have I secrets dark?
• 43:18
  Speaker 1: My dear to breathe you all come near, unless some
• 43:23
  Speaker 1: hideous listener tells I'll ring my bells. They're all at war. Yes, yes,
• 43:30
  Speaker 1: their bodies go neath burning sun and icy star, to
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  Speaker 1: chaunted songs of woe, dragging cold cannon through a mire
• 43:39
  Speaker 1: of rain and blood and spouting fire, the new moon
• 43:43
  Speaker 1: glinting hard on eyes wide with insanities. Hush, I use
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  Speaker 1: words I hardly know the meaning of. And the mute
• 43:53
  Speaker 1: birds are glancing at love from out their shade of
• 43:56
  Speaker 1: leaf and flower, trembling at treacheries which even noonday cower.
• 44:01
  Speaker 1: He'd heed not what I said. The frenzied hosts of men,
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  Speaker 1: more fools than I on envy, hatred, fed, who kill
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  Speaker 1: and die, spake I not plainly then, Yet pity whispered,
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  Speaker 1: why thou silly thing off to thy daisies go? Mine
• 44:23
  Speaker 1: was not used for child to know? And death no
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  Speaker 1: ears hath he hath supp't where creep eyeless worms in
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  Speaker 1: hush of sleep. Yet when he smiles, the hand he
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  Speaker 1: draws athwart his grinning jaws. Faintly the thin bones rattle,
• 44:42
  Speaker 1: and there there hearken, how my bells in the air
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  Speaker 1: drive away care Nay, but a dream I had of
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  Speaker 1: a world all mad, not simple happy, mad like me
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  Speaker 1: who am mad, Like an empty scene of water and
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  Speaker 1: will tree where the wind hath been, But that foul
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  Speaker 1: satan mad, who rots in his own head and counts
• 45:08
  Speaker 1: the dead, not honest one and two. But for the ghosts,
• 45:13
  Speaker 1: they were brave, faithful, true, when head and air in
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  Speaker 1: Earth's clear green and blue heaven they did share with
• 45:20
  Speaker 1: Beauty who bade them there there. Now death goes, mayhap
• 45:27
  Speaker 1: I've wearied him aye, And the lightness dim and asleeps
• 45:31
  Speaker 1: the rose and tired innocence and dreams his hints come, love,
• 45:37
  Speaker 1: my lad, nodding that drowsy head. Tis time thy prayers
• 45:42
  Speaker 1: were said in the poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain. The Marionettes by Walter de la Mayer read
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  Speaker 1: for Lebrivox dot Org by Larry Wilson. Let the foul
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  Speaker 1: scene proceed. There's laughter in the wings. Tis sawdust that
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  Speaker 1: they bleed. But a box death brings. How rare a
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  Speaker 1: skill is theirs these extreme pangs to show how real
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  Speaker 1: a frenzy wears. Each feiner of woe, gigantic dins uprise.
• 46:22
  Speaker 1: Even the gods must feel a smarting of the eyes
• 46:25
  Speaker 1: as these fumes, upswill strains. Such a piece is free,
• 46:30
  Speaker 1: while we spectators sit aghast at its agony, Yet absorbed
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  Speaker 1: in it. Dark is the outer hair coldly, the night
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  Speaker 1: drafts blow mutely. We stare and stare at the frenzied show.
• 46:46
  Speaker 1: Yet Heaven hath its quiet shroud of deep, immutable blue.
• 46:51
  Speaker 1: We cry an end. We are bowed by the dread
• 46:56
  Speaker 1: tis true. While the sheep who hoofs applause behind our
• 47:00
  Speaker 1: deafen deer hoots angel wise the cause and affright even
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  Speaker 1: fear in the poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 8: To Et nineteen seventeen by Walter de Lemaire read for
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  Speaker 8: Libervox dot org by Anthony will to Et nineteen seventeen.
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  Speaker 8: You sleep too well, too far away for sorrowing word
• 47:29
  Speaker 8: to soothe or wound. Your very quiet seems to say
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  Speaker 8: how longed for a peace you have found else. Had
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  Speaker 8: not death so lured you on, you would have grieved
• 47:39
  Speaker 8: TwixT joy and fear to know how my small loving
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  Speaker 8: son had wept for you, my dear end of poem.
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  Speaker 8: This recording is in the public domain.
• 47:54
  Speaker 10: April Moon by Walter de le Maire, went for LibriVox
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  Speaker 10: dot org Agnes Robert Bair. Roses are sweet to smell
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  Speaker 10: and see, and Lili's on the stem, but rare stranger
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  Speaker 10: buds there be, and she was like to them. The
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  Speaker 10: little moon that April brings more lovely shade than light.
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  Speaker 10: That setting silver's lonely hills upon the verge of night.
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  Speaker 10: Close to the world of my poor heart, so stoles
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  Speaker 10: she still and clear now that she's gone, Oh dark
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  Speaker 10: and dark the solitude the fear end of poem. This
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  Speaker 10: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 14: The Fool's Song by Walter de la Maire read for
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  Speaker 14: LibriVox dot org by Winnifred Asman. Never no, Never listen
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  Speaker 14: too long to the chattering wind in the willows. The
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  Speaker 14: night bird's song tis sad in sooth to lie under
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  Speaker 14: the grass, but none too gladsome to wake and grow
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  Speaker 14: cold where life's shadows pass dumb the old toll woman's squats,
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  Speaker 14: And for every green copper battered and worn, doles out
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  Speaker 14: nevers and knots. I know a blind man too, who
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  Speaker 14: with a sharp ear listens and listens the whole world through.
• 49:25
  Speaker 14: Oh sit we snug to our feast with platter and
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  Speaker 14: finger and spoon, and good victuals at least end of poem.
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  Speaker 14: This recording is in the public domain. Clear Eyes by
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  Speaker 14: Walter de la Maire read for LibriVox dot org by
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  Speaker 14: Winnifred asmen, clear eyes do dim at last, and cheeks
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  Speaker 14: outlive their rose time heedless of the past, no love,
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  Speaker 14: loving kindness knows chill unto mortal lip Still lethy flows
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  Speaker 14: griefs too, but brief, while stay and sorrel being o'er
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  Speaker 14: its salt tears shed away. Woundeth the heart no more
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  Speaker 14: stealthily lave those waters that solemn shore.
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  Speaker 1: Ah.
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  Speaker 14: Then sweet face burn on, while yet quick memory lives
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  Speaker 14: and sorrow Ere thou art gone, Know that my heart
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  Speaker 14: forgives ere yet grown cold in peace, it loves not
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  Speaker 14: nor grieves. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 14: public domain.
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  Speaker 8: Dust to Dust by Walter de Lemaire read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 8: dot Org by Anthony Will dust to dust, heavenly archer,
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  Speaker 8: bend thy bow. Now the flame of life burns, low
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  Speaker 8: youth is gone, I too would go. Ever fortune leads
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  Speaker 8: to this harsh or kind at last, year is murderous
• 51:10
  Speaker 8: of all ecstasies. Yet the spirit dark alone, bound in sense,
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  Speaker 8: still hearkens on for tidings of a bliss foregone sleep
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  Speaker 8: is well for dreamless head at no breath, astonished from
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  Speaker 8: the gardens of the dead, I the immortal harps here
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  Speaker 8: ring by Babylon's river, languishing heavenly archer, loose thy string.
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  Speaker 8: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 15: The Three Strangers by Walter D. Lemaire read for librivochs
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  Speaker 15: dot org by Aron k The Three Strangers Far are
• 51:50
  Speaker 15: those tranquil hills, dyed with fair evenings, rose on urgent
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  Speaker 15: secret errin bent. A traveler goes approach him. Stranger's three
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  Speaker 15: barefooted cowled, their eyes scan the lone, hastening solitary with
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  Speaker 15: dumb surmise. One instant in close speech with them, he
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  Speaker 15: doth confer God sped. He hasteneth on that anxious traveler.
• 52:16
  Speaker 15: I was that man in a dream, and each world's
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  Speaker 15: night in vain. I patient wait on sleep to unveil
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  Speaker 15: those vivid hills again, would that they three could know
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  Speaker 15: how Yet burns and me love from the one lost
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  Speaker 15: in paradise for their grave courtesy end of poem. This
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  Speaker 15: recording is in the public domain. Alexander by Walter de
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  Speaker 15: Lemaire read for LibriVox dot Org by Aaron K. Alexander.
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  Speaker 15: It was the Great Alexander, capped with a golden helm,
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  Speaker 15: sate in the ages, in his floating ship. In a
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  Speaker 15: dead calm, voices of sea maids singing wandered across the deep.
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  Speaker 15: The sailors, laboring on their oars rode as in sleep.
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  Speaker 15: All the high pomp of Asia, charmed by that siren,
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  Speaker 15: lay out of their weary and dreaming minds, faded away
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  Speaker 15: like a bold boy's sate. Their captain, his glamor, withered
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  Speaker 15: and gone in the souls of his brooding mariners, while
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  Speaker 15: the song pined on time like a falling dew, life,
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  Speaker 15: like the scene of a dream laid between slumber and slumber.
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  Speaker 15: Only did seem O Alexander. Then in all us mortals too,
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  Speaker 15: wax Thou not bold? Too bold? On the wave, dark blue,
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  Speaker 15: come the calm infinite night. Who will hear aught save
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  Speaker 15: the singing of the sea maids? Clear? End of poem.
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  Speaker 15: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 16: The Reawakening by Walter de la Maire. This is a
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  Speaker 16: LibriVox recording by KEVINLEA. Smith, Minneapolis, Minnesota. The reawakening green
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  Speaker 16: in light are the hills and a calm wind flowing
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  Speaker 16: filleth the void with a flood of the fragrance of spring.
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  Speaker 16: Wings in this mansion of life are coming and going,
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  Speaker 16: voices of unseen loveliness carol and sing, colored with buds
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  Speaker 16: of delight. The boughs are swaying. Beauty walks in the woods,
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  Speaker 16: and wherever she rove flowers from wintry sleep, her enchantment obeying,
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  Speaker 16: stir in the deep of her dream. Reawaken to love. Oh,
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  Speaker 16: now begone, sullen care. This light is my seeing. I
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  Speaker 16: am the palace, and mine are its windows and walls.
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  Speaker 16: Daybreak is come, and life from the darkness of being
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  Speaker 16: springs like a child from the womb when the lonely
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  Speaker 16: one calls. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 16: public domain.
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  Speaker 6: The Vacant Day by Walter de la Maire, read for
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  Speaker 6: LibriVox dot org by April six zero nine zero. The
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  Speaker 6: Vacant Day. As I did walk in meadows green, I
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  Speaker 6: heard the summer noon resound with call of myriad things
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  Speaker 6: unseen that leapt and crept upon the ground. High overhead,
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  Speaker 6: the windless air throbbed with the homesick coursing cry of
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  Speaker 6: swallows that did everywhere wake echo in the sky beside
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  Speaker 6: me too, clear waters coursed, which willow branches lapsing low,
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  Speaker 6: breaking their crystal gliding forest to sing as they did flow.
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  Speaker 6: I listened, and my heart was dumb with praise. No
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  Speaker 6: language could express longing in vain for him to come,
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  Speaker 6: who had breathed such blessedness on this fair world wherein
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  Speaker 6: we pass so checkered and so brief a stay, and
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  Speaker 6: yearned in spirit to learn alas what kept him still
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  Speaker 6: away into Polham. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 15: The Flight by Walter de Lemire read for liverbox dot
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  Speaker 15: Org by Aaron k. The Flight, How did the days
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  Speaker 15: press on and lay their fallen locks at evening down?
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  Speaker 15: While as the stars in darkness play and moonbeams weave
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  Speaker 15: a crown, a crown of flower like light in heaven?
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  Speaker 15: Where in the hollow arch of space worn mistress dreams
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  Speaker 15: and the pleiads seven stand watch about her place, stand
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  Speaker 15: watch oh days, no number keep of hours. When this
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  Speaker 15: dark clay is blind, when the world's clocks are dumb
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  Speaker 15: in sleep, tis then I seek my kind end of poem.
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  Speaker 15: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 8: The Two Houses by Walter de Lemaire, read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 8: dot Org by Anthony will The two houses in the
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  Speaker 8: strange city of life, Two houses I know well, one
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  Speaker 8: wherein silence a garden hath, and one where dark doth dwell.
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  Speaker 8: Roof unto roof they stand, shadowing the dizzyite street, where
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  Speaker 8: vanity flaunts are gilded booths in the noontime glare and heat,
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  Speaker 8: green graped upon their walls in ancient hoary vine hath,
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  Speaker 8: cluster their carvin liken as stones with tendril, serpentine and
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  Speaker 8: ever and anon. Dazed in that clamorous throng, I thirst
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  Speaker 8: for the soundless font that stills this orchard's mute of song. Knock, knock,
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  Speaker 8: nor knock in vain heart, all thy secrets tell where
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  Speaker 8: silence a fast sealed garden hath, where dark doth dwell.
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  Speaker 8: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: For all the Grief by Walter de le Maire, read
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  Speaker 1: for LibriVox dot Org by Larry Wilson. For all the
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  Speaker 1: grief I have given with words, may now a few
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  Speaker 1: clear flowers blow in the dust and the heat, and
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  Speaker 1: the silence of birds, where the lonely go for the
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  Speaker 1: thing unsaid that heart asked of me. Be a dark,
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  Speaker 1: cool water calling, calling to the footsore, benighted, solitary when
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  Speaker 1: the shadows are falling. Oh, be beauty for all my blindness.
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  Speaker 1: A moon and the air, where the weary wind and
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  Speaker 1: dews burdened with loving kindness in the dark of the
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  Speaker 1: end in the poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 8: The Scribe by Walter de Lemire read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 8: Org by Anthony Will the scribe, What lovely things the
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  Speaker 8: hand hath made, the smooth plumed bird in its emerald shade,
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  Speaker 8: the seed of the grass, the speck of stone which
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  Speaker 8: the wayfaring ant stirs and hastes on. Though I should
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  Speaker 8: sit by some tarn in thy hills, using its ink,
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  Speaker 8: as the spirit wills to write of Earth's wonders, Its live,
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  Speaker 8: willed things flit with the ages on soundless wings ere
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  Speaker 8: unto z my pen drew nigh, Leviathan told, and the
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  Speaker 8: honey fly, and still would remain my wit to try
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  Speaker 8: my worn reeds broken, the dark tarn dry, all words forgotten,
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  Speaker 8: Thou Lord an I. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 8: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Farewell by Walter de le Maire read for librovox dot
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  Speaker 1: Org by Larry Wilson. When I lie where shades of
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  Speaker 1: darkness shall no more assail mine eyes, nor the rain
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  Speaker 1: make lamentation. When the wind sighs? How will fare the world?
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  Speaker 1: Whose wonder was the very proof of me? Memory fades?
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  Speaker 1: Must the remembered perishing be Oh? When this my desk surrenders,
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  Speaker 1: hand foot, lip to dust again, May these loved and
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  Speaker 1: loving faces please other men. May the rusting harvest hedgerow
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  Speaker 1: still the traveler's joy and twine and his happy children
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  Speaker 1: gather posies wants mine look thy last on all things
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  Speaker 1: lovely every hour. Let no knight seal thy sense in
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  Speaker 1: deathly slumber till to delight Thou hat paid thy utmost blessing,
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  Speaker 1: since that all things thou wouldst praise beauty took from
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  Speaker 1: those who loved them in other days. End the poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. End of Motley
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  Speaker 1: and other poems by Walter de la Maire