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Poems - G. K. Chesterton · William Blake

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  Speaker 1: Section one of poems by G. K. Chesterton read for
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  Speaker 1: Lebryvox dot Org by Algaepug, Number one of three dedications
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  Speaker 1: to Edmund Clarehue Bentley, The Dedication of the Man who
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  Speaker 1: Was Thursday, A cloud was on the mind of man,
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  Speaker 1: and wailing went the weather. Yea a sick cloud upon
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  Speaker 1: the soul. When we were boys together, science announced nonentity,
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  Speaker 1: and art admired decay. The world was old and ended,
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  Speaker 1: but you and I were gay. Around us in antique
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  Speaker 1: order their crippled vices came lust that had lost its laughter,
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  Speaker 1: fear that had lost its shame, light, the white lock
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  Speaker 1: of whistler that lit our aimless gloom. Mensur'd their own
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  Speaker 1: white feather as proudly as a plume. Life was a
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  Speaker 1: fly that fell, and death a drone that stung. The
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  Speaker 1: world was very old. Indeed, when you and I were young,
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  Speaker 1: they twisted even decent sin to shapes not to be nam'd.
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  Speaker 1: Men were asham'd of honor. But we were not asham'd,
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  Speaker 1: weak if we were, and foolish, not, thus we fail'd.
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  Speaker 2: Not.
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  Speaker 1: Thus, when that black bough block'd the heavens, he had
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  Speaker 1: no hymns from us children, We were. Our fots of
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  Speaker 1: sand were even as weak as we high as they went,
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  Speaker 1: we pile them up to break that bitter sea. Fools
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  Speaker 1: as we were in Botley, all jangling and absurd. When
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  Speaker 1: all church bells were silent, our cap'n bells were heard,
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  Speaker 1: not all unhelped beheld the fort, our tiny flags unfurl'd.
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  Speaker 1: Some giants labor'd in that cloud to lift it from
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  Speaker 1: the world. I find again the book we found. I
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  Speaker 1: feel the ow that flings far out of fish shake paumanok,
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  Speaker 1: some cry of cleaner things, and the green carnation wither'd
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  Speaker 1: as in forest fires that pass roared in the wind
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  Speaker 1: of all the world. Ten million leaves of grass or
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  Speaker 1: sane and sweet and sudden as a bird sings in
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  Speaker 1: the rain. Truth out of Tooth's talus spoke and pleasure
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  Speaker 1: out of pain. Yea cool and clear and sudden as
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  Speaker 1: a bird sings in the gray duneedn to Samoa spoke
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  Speaker 1: and darkness unto day. But we were young. We lived
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  Speaker 1: to see God break their bitter charms. God and good
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  Speaker 1: Republic come riding back in arms. We have seen the
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  Speaker 1: city of Mansoul, even as it rock'd. Relieved, blessed are
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  Speaker 1: they who did not see, but being blind believed. This
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  Speaker 1: is the tale of those old fears, even of those
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  Speaker 1: emptied hells, and none but you shall understand the true
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  Speaker 1: thing that it tells. Of what colossal gods of shame
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  Speaker 1: could cow men and yet crash, Of what huge devils
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  Speaker 1: hid the stars, yet fell at a pistol flash, The
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  Speaker 1: doubts that were so plain to chase, so dreadful to withstand. Oh,
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  Speaker 1: who shall understand? But you, yea, who shall understand the
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  Speaker 1: doubts that drove us through the night as we two
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  Speaker 1: talk domain and day had broken on the streets. E're
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  Speaker 1: it broke upon the brain between us. By the peace
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  Speaker 1: of God, such truth can now be told. Yea. There
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  Speaker 1: is strength in striking root, and good in growing old.
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  Speaker 1: We have found common things at last, and marriage and
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  Speaker 1: a creed. And I may safely write it now, and
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  Speaker 1: you may safely read end of section one. This recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. Section two of Poems by G. K.
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  Speaker 1: Chesterton read for Lebryvox dot Org by Algaepug three, Dedications
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  Speaker 1: number two to Hilleer Bellock The Dedication of the Napoleon
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  Speaker 1: of notting Hill. For every tiny town or place God
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  Speaker 1: made the stars, especially babies. Look up with owli space
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  Speaker 1: and see them tangled in a tree. You saw a
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  Speaker 1: moon from Sussex stowns a Sussex moon untravel'd still, I
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  Speaker 1: saw a moon that was the town's the largest lamp
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  Speaker 1: on Camden Hill. Yea heaven is everywhere at home, the
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  Speaker 1: big blue cap that always fits. And so it is,
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  Speaker 1: be calmly, come to go at last, my wandering wits.
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  Speaker 1: So it is with the heroic thing. This shall not
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  Speaker 1: end for the world's end. And though the sullen engines swing,
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  Speaker 1: be you not much afraid, my friend, This did not
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  Speaker 1: end by Nelson's urn, where an in immortal England sits,
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  Speaker 1: nor where your tall young men in turn drank death
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  Speaker 1: like wine at Austerlitz. And when the pedants bade us mark,
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  Speaker 1: what cold mechanic happenings must come, our soul said in
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  Speaker 1: the dark belike. But there are likelier things lightlier cross
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  Speaker 1: these flats afar these sulky levels, smooth and free, the
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  Speaker 1: drum shall crash o woltz of war, and death shall
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  Speaker 1: dance with liberty. Likelier the barricade shall blare slaughter below
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  Speaker 1: and smoke above, and death and hate and hell, declare
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  Speaker 1: that men have found a thing to love far from
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  Speaker 1: your sunny upland set. I saw the dream the streets
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  Speaker 1: I trod, the lit straight streets, shot out and met
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  Speaker 1: the stowry streets that point to God, the legend of
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  Speaker 1: an epic hour a cha God. I dream'd and dream
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  Speaker 1: it still under the Greek gray water tower that strikes
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  Speaker 1: the stars on Camden Hill. End of section two. This
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  Speaker 1: recording is in a public domain. Section three of poems
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  Speaker 1: by G. K. Chesterton read for Libbyvaux dot Org by
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  Speaker 1: Algaepug three, dedications number three to M. E. W. Words
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  Speaker 1: for alas My trade is words a barren burst of rhyme,
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  Speaker 1: rubb'd by a hundred rabsters, battered a thousand times. Take them,
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  Speaker 1: you that smile on strings, those nobler sounds than mine,
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  Speaker 1: the words that never lie or brag, or flatter or maligne.
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  Speaker 1: I give a hand to my lady, another to my friend,
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  Speaker 1: to whom you too have given a hand. And so
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  Speaker 1: before the end we fore may pray for all the years,
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  Speaker 1: whatever suns beset, the two soul prayers worth praying to
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  Speaker 1: live and not forget. The pale leaf falls in pallor,
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  Speaker 1: but the green leaf turns to gold. We that have
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  Speaker 1: found it good to be young, shall find it good
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  Speaker 1: to be old. Life that bringeth the marriage bell, the
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  Speaker 1: cradle and the grave, Life that is mean to the
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  Speaker 1: mean of heart, and only brave to the brave. In
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  Speaker 1: the calm of the last white winter, when all the
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  Speaker 1: past is ours, old tears are frozen as jewels, old
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  Speaker 1: storms frosted as flowers. Dear lady, may we meet again,
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  Speaker 1: Stand up again, we fall beneath the burden of the years,
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  Speaker 1: and praise the earth once more. End of section three.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in a public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Section four of poems by G. K. Chesterton Read Fly
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  Speaker 3: Revox dot Org by Phil Schinevert Baton Rouge Louisiana Lepanto.
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  Speaker 3: White founts falling in the courts of the Sun, and
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  Speaker 3: the soul out of Byzantium, as smiling as they run.
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  Speaker 3: There is laughter like the fountains in that face of
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  Speaker 3: all men feared. It stirs the forest darkness, the darkness
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  Speaker 3: of his beard. It curls the blood red crescent, the
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  Speaker 3: crescent of his lips. For the inmost sea of all
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  Speaker 3: the earth is shake with his ships. They have dared
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  Speaker 3: the white republics up the cape of Italy. They have
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  Speaker 3: dashed the Adriatic round the lion of the sea, and
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  Speaker 3: the Pope has cast his arms abroad for agony and loss,
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  Speaker 3: and called the kings of Christendom for swords about the cross.
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  Speaker 3: The cold Queen of England is looking in the glass.
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  Speaker 3: The shadow of the Belleoir is yawning at the mass
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  Speaker 3: from evening isles. Fantastical rings faint the Spanish gun, and
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  Speaker 3: the Lord upon the Golden Horn is laughing in the sun.
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  Speaker 3: Dim drums throbbing in the halls, half heard, where only
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  Speaker 3: on a nameless throne, a crownless prince has stirred, Where
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  Speaker 3: risen from a doubtful seat, and hap a tainted stall.
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  Speaker 3: The Last Night of Europe takes weapons from the wall.
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  Speaker 3: The last and lingering troubadour, to whom the birds has
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  Speaker 3: sung that once when singing southward, when all the world
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  Speaker 3: was young. In that enormous silence, tiny and unafraid, comes
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  Speaker 3: up along a winding road, the noise of the crusade,
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  Speaker 3: strong gongs groaning as the guns boom fell. Don John
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  Speaker 3: of Austria is going to the war. Stiff flags straining
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  Speaker 3: in the night, blasts cold in the gloom, black purple
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  Speaker 3: in the glint old gold torch like crimson on the
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  Speaker 3: copper kettle drums, then the tuckets, then the trumpets, then
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  Speaker 3: the cannon, and he comes Don John, laughing in the
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  Speaker 3: brave beard, curled, spurning of his stirrups like the thrones
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  Speaker 3: of all the world, holding his hat up for a
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  Speaker 3: flag of all the free love. Light of Spain, Hurrah, death,
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  Speaker 3: Light of Africa. Don John of Austria is riding to
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  Speaker 3: the sea. Mahound is in his paradise above the evening star.
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  Speaker 3: Don John of Austria is going to the war. He
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  Speaker 3: moves a mighty turban on the timeless Barrie's knees, his
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  Speaker 3: turban that is woven of the sun sets and the seas.
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  Speaker 3: He shakes the peacock gardens as he rises from his ease,
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  Speaker 3: and he strides among the tree tops and is tolerant
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  Speaker 3: than the trees. And his voice through all the garden
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  Speaker 3: is a thunder sent to bring black Azrael and Ariel
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  Speaker 3: and Ammon on the wing giants and the genie multiplex
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  Speaker 3: of wing and Eye, whose strong obedience broke the sky
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  Speaker 3: when Solomon was king. They rush in red and purple
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  Speaker 3: from the red clouds of the morn, from temples where
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  Speaker 3: the yellow gods shut up their eyes in scorn. They
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  Speaker 3: rise in green robes, roaring, from the green hells of
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  Speaker 3: the sea, where fallen skies and evil hues and eyeless
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  Speaker 3: creatures be on them. The sea valves cluster, and the
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  Speaker 3: gray sea forests curl, splashed with a splendid sickness, the
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  Speaker 3: sickness of the pearl. They swell in sapphire's smoke. Out
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  Speaker 3: of the blue cracks of the ground. They gather, and
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  Speaker 3: they wonder and give worship to Mahound. And he seth
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  Speaker 3: break up the mountains where the hermit folk can hide
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  Speaker 3: and sift the red and silver sands. Lest bone of
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  Speaker 3: Saint abide and chase thejjar's flying night and day, not
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  Speaker 3: giving rest for that which was our trouble, comes again
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  Speaker 3: out of the west. We have set the seal of
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  Speaker 3: Solomon on all things under sun, of knowledge and of
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  Speaker 3: sorrow and endurance of things done. But a noise is
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  Speaker 3: in the mountains, in the mountains, and I know the
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  Speaker 3: voice that shook our palaces four hundred years ago. It
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  Speaker 3: is he that saith not Kismet. It is he that
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  Speaker 3: knows not fate. It is Richard, it is Raymond, it
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  Speaker 3: is Godfrey in the gate. It is he whose loss
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  Speaker 3: is laughter when he counts the wager Worth. Put down
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  Speaker 3: your feet upon him, that our peace be on the earth.
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  Speaker 3: For he heard drums groaning, and he heard guns jar.
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  Speaker 3: Don John of Austria is going to the war, sudden
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  Speaker 3: and still hurrah bolt from Iberia. Don John of Austria
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  Speaker 3: is gone by Alcalore, Saint Michael's on his mountain. In
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  Speaker 3: the sea roads of the North. Don John of Austria
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  Speaker 3: is girth and going forth, where the gray seas glitter
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  Speaker 3: and the sharp tides shift, and the sea folks labor
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  Speaker 3: and the red sails lift. He shakes his lance of iron,
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  Speaker 3: and he clasps his wings of stone. The noise is
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  Speaker 3: gone through Normandy. The noise is gone alone. The North
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  Speaker 3: is full of tangled things and texts and aching eyes,
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  Speaker 3: and dead is all the innocence of anger and surprise.
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  Speaker 3: And Christian killeth Christian in a narrow, dusty room, and
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  Speaker 3: Christian dreadeth christ that hath a newer face of doom,
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  Speaker 3: and Christian hateth merry that God kissed in Galilee. But
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  Speaker 3: Don John of Austria is riding to the sea. Don
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  Speaker 3: John calling through the blast and the eclipse, crying with
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  Speaker 3: a trumpet with the rop it of his lips, trumpet
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  Speaker 3: that saith Ha Domino Gloria. Don John of Austria is
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  Speaker 3: shouting to the ships. King Philip's in his closet, with
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  Speaker 3: the fleece about his neck. Don John of Austria is
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  Speaker 3: armed upon the deck. The walls are hung with velvet
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  Speaker 3: that is black and soft as sin, and little dwarfs
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  Speaker 3: creep out of it, and little dwarfs creep in. He
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  Speaker 3: holds a crystal file that has colors like the moon.
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  Speaker 3: He touches and it tingles, and he trembles very soon,
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  Speaker 3: and his face is as a fungus, suppleprous, white and gray,
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  Speaker 3: like plants in the high houses that are shuddered from
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  Speaker 3: the day. And death is in the file and the
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  Speaker 3: end of noble work. But Don John of Austria has
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  Speaker 3: fired upon the turk. Don John's hunting and his hounds
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  Speaker 3: have bayed booms away past Italy. The rumor of his
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  Speaker 3: raid gone upon on gun ha ha, gun upon gun Hurrah.
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  Speaker 3: Don John of Austria has loosed the cannonade. The Pope
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  Speaker 3: was in his chapel. Before day our battle broke Don
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  Speaker 3: John of Austria is hidden in the smoke, the hidden
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  Speaker 3: room in man's house, where God sits all the year,
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  Speaker 3: the secret window. Whence the world looks small and very
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  Speaker 3: dear he sees as in a mirror, on the monstrous
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  Speaker 3: twilight sea, the crescent of his cruel ships, whose name
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  Speaker 3: is Mystery. They fling great shadows forwards, making cross and
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  Speaker 3: castle dark. They veil the plume the lions on the
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  Speaker 3: galleys of Saint Mark, and above the ships are palaces
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  Speaker 3: of brown, black bearded chiefs, and below the ships are prisons,
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  Speaker 3: wherewith multitudinous griefs Christian captives, sick and sunless, all a
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  Speaker 3: laboring race. Rey pines like a race in sunken cities,
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  Speaker 3: like a nation. In the mines they are lost, like
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  Speaker 3: slaves that sweat, and in the skies of morning, hung
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  Speaker 3: the stairways of the tallest gods. When Tyranny was young,
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  Speaker 3: they are countless, voiceless, hopeless, as those fallen are fleeing
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  Speaker 3: on before the high King's horses in the granite of Babylon.
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  Speaker 3: And many a one grows witless in his quiet room
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  Speaker 3: in hell, where a yellow face looks inward through the
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  Speaker 3: lattice of his cell, and he finds his God forgotten,
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  Speaker 3: and he seeks no more a sign. But Don John
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  Speaker 3: of Austria has burst the battle line. Don John pounding
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  Speaker 3: from the slaughtered, painted poop, purpling all the ocean like
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  Speaker 3: a bloody pirate's sloop, scarlet, running over on the silvers
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  Speaker 3: and the gouls, breaking of the hatches up and bursting
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  Speaker 3: of the holes, throwing of the thousands up that labor
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  Speaker 3: under sea, white for bliss, and blind for sun, and
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  Speaker 3: stunned for liberty, v ivivat Hispania, Domino Gloria. Don John
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  Speaker 3: of Austria has set his people free servantes on his galley,
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  Speaker 3: sets the sword back in the sheath. Don John of
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  Speaker 3: Austria rides homeward with a wreath, and he sees across
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  Speaker 3: a weary land, a straggling road in Spain, up which
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  Speaker 3: a lean and foolish knight forever rides in Vain, and
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  Speaker 3: he smiles, but not a sultan smile and settles back
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  Speaker 3: the blade. But Don John of Austria rides home from
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  Speaker 3: the crusade end of section four. This recording is in
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  Speaker 3: the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Section number five of Poems by J. K. Chesterton read
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  Speaker 4: for librivaux do torgue by Marigrecetundo Italy. The March of
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  Speaker 4: the Black Mountain in nineteen thirteen. What will there be
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  Speaker 4: to remember of us in the days to be? His
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  Speaker 4: faith was a trodden amber, and even our doubt not
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  Speaker 4: free parliaments built of paper, and the soft sorts of
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  Speaker 4: gold that twist like a waxen taper in the weak, aggressless,
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  Speaker 4: hold a hush around hunger, slain, a city of serfs
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  Speaker 4: un fed. What shall we leave for a saying to
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  Speaker 4: praise us when we are dead? But man shall remember
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  Speaker 4: the mountain that broke its forest chains, And man shall
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  Speaker 4: remember the mountain when it touches against the plains, increastened
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  Speaker 4: their children from it, and season and ship and street.
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  Speaker 4: When the mountain came to Mahammet and looked small before
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  Speaker 4: his feet, his head was as high as the crescent
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  Speaker 4: of the moon that seemed his crown. And on glory
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  Speaker 4: of past and present, the light of his eyes looked
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  Speaker 4: when hand went out to the morning of a Brahmin
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  Speaker 4: and Buddhist lane, and one to the west, in scorning
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  Speaker 4: to point at the scars of Spain, one foot on
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  Speaker 4: the hills for warden by the little mountain trod, and
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  Speaker 4: one was in a garden and stood on the grave
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  Speaker 4: of God. But men shall remember the mountain, though it
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  Speaker 4: fell down like a tree. They shall see the sign
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  Speaker 4: of the mountain faith cast into the sea, though the
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  Speaker 4: crooked source of the comet and the crooked moon ride free.
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  Speaker 4: When the mountains come to Mohammed, it has more life
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  Speaker 4: than he. But what will there be to remember, or
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  Speaker 4: what will there be to see? Thou are towns through
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  Speaker 4: a long november, or bight to the end, and be
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  Speaker 4: strength of slave and mechanic, whose iron is ruled by gold,
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  Speaker 4: peace of immortal panic, love that his height grown cold,
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  Speaker 4: as is a brible a warning, that we turn not
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  Speaker 4: to the sun, nor look on the lands of morning,
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  Speaker 4: where deeds at last are done. Where men shall remember
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  Speaker 4: the mountain when truth forguessed the plain, and walk in
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  Speaker 4: the way of the mountain that did not fail in vain,
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  Speaker 4: that and the clipse and comet, thunder and seals that
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  Speaker 4: rend when the mountain came to Mahomet, because it was
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  Speaker 4: the end and of section number five recording by Regresstundo Bari, Italy.
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  Speaker 4: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Section six of Poems by G. K. Chesterton, read for
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  Speaker 5: Lebovox dot Org by Tricia G. Placid are the peacemakers
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  Speaker 5: of old with a divided heart, I saw my people's
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  Speaker 5: pride expand. Since a man's soul is torn apart by
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  Speaker 5: mother Earth and Fatherland, I knew through many a tangled
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  Speaker 5: tale glory and truth. Not one but two. King Constable
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  Speaker 5: and Amorail took me like trumpets, But I knew a
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  Speaker 5: blacker thing than blood's own. Dye weighed down great Hockins
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  Speaker 5: on the sea, and Nelson turned his blindest eye on
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  Speaker 5: Naples and on liberty. Therefore to you my thanks O
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  Speaker 5: throne a thousandfold and frozen folk, for whose cold frenzies
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  Speaker 5: all your own. The battle of the Rivers broke, who
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  Speaker 5: have no faith a man could mourn, nor freedom any
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  Speaker 5: man desires. But in a new clean light of scorn,
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  Speaker 5: close up my quarrel with my sires, who bring my
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  Speaker 5: English heart to me, who mend me like a broken toy,
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  Speaker 5: till I can see you fight and flee and laugh
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  Speaker 5: as if I were a boy. End of section six.
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  Speaker 5: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: Section seven of Poems by G. K. Chesterton read for
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  Speaker 6: liverbox dot Org by celestial dung, the wife of Flanders,
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  Speaker 6: low and brown barns thatched and repatched and tattered, where
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  Speaker 6: I had seven sons until today a little hill of
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  Speaker 6: hay your spur has scattered. This is not Paris. You
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  Speaker 6: have lost the way, you staring at your sword to
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  Speaker 6: find a britele, surprised at the surprise that was your plan?
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  Speaker 6: Who shaking and breaking barriers? Not a little find? Never
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  Speaker 6: more the death door of Sedan? Must I for more
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  Speaker 6: than carnage? Call you claimant? Paying you a penny for
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  Speaker 6: each son you slay man? The whole globe and gold
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  Speaker 6: were no repayment for what you have lost? And how
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  Speaker 6: shall I repay? What is the price of that red
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  Speaker 6: spark that caught me from a kind farm but never
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  Speaker 6: had a name. What is the price of that dead
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  Speaker 6: man they brought me for other dead men do not
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  Speaker 6: look the same? How should I pay for one more
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  Speaker 6: grave and steeple whereupon you shuddered? What you shall not know?
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  Speaker 6: How shall I pay you, miserable people? How should I
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  Speaker 6: pay you everything you owe? Unhappy? Can I give you
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  Speaker 6: back your honor? Though I forgave? Would any man forget
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  Speaker 6: while all the great green land has trampled on her.
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  Speaker 6: The trees and terror of the night we met not
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  Speaker 6: any more inventions or impardon. An old wife bargains for
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  Speaker 6: a bean that's hers. You have no word to break,
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  Speaker 6: no heart to hearten, ride on and prosper. You have
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  Speaker 6: lost your spurs end of section seven. This recording is
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  Speaker 6: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Section eight of poems by G. K. Chesterton read for
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  Speaker 7: LibriVox dot Org by Herehi his dot com. The Crusader
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  Speaker 7: returns from captivity. I have come forth alive from the
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  Speaker 7: land of purple and poison and glamour, where the charm
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  Speaker 7: is as strong as the torture, being chosen to change
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  Speaker 7: the mind, torture of wordless dance and windless feasts without
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  Speaker 7: clamor palace hidden in palace, garden with garden behind, women
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  Speaker 7: veiled in the sun, or bear as and the shadows
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  Speaker 7: and the endless, eyeless patterns, where each thing seems an
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  Speaker 7: I and my stride is on Caesar's sand, where it
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  Speaker 7: slides to the English meadows, to the last low woods
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  Speaker 7: of Sussex, and the road that goes to Rye in
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  Speaker 7: the cool and careless woods, the eyes of the eunuchs
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  Speaker 7: burned not, but the wild hawk went before me, being
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  Speaker 7: free to return or roam. The hills had broad, unconscious backs,
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  Speaker 7: and the tree tops turned not, and the huts were
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  Speaker 7: heedless of me. And I knew I was at home.
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  Speaker 7: And I saw my lady Afar and her holy freedom
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  Speaker 7: upon her, ahead without veil, averted and not to be
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  Speaker 7: turned with arms. And I heard above the bannerets blown,
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  Speaker 7: the intolerant trumpets of honor that usher with iron laughter,
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  Speaker 7: the coming of Christian arms. My shield hangs stainless still,
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  Speaker 7: but I shall not go where they praise it. A
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  Speaker 7: sword is still at my side, but I shall not
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  Speaker 7: ride with the king. Only to walk, and to walk,
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  Speaker 7: and to stun my soul and amaze it a day
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  Speaker 7: with the stone, and with the sparrow, and every marvelous thing.
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  Speaker 7: I have trod the curves of the Crescent, in the
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  Speaker 7: maze of them that adore it, curved around doorless chambers
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  Speaker 7: and beholden abodes. But I walk in the maze no more.
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  Speaker 7: And the sign of the cross, I swore it, the
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  Speaker 7: wild cross of freedom, the sign of the white crossroads.
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  Speaker 7: And the land shall leave me or take and the
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  Speaker 7: woman take me or leave me. There shall be no
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  Speaker 7: more night or nightmares seen in a glass. But life
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  Speaker 7: shall hold me alive, and death shall never deceive me
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  Speaker 7: as long as I walk in England, in the lanes
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  Speaker 7: that let me pass. End of section eight. This recording
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  Speaker 8: Section nine of poems by G. K. Chesterton read for
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  Speaker 8: LibriVox dot Org by Winston Tharp Glencoe. The star crown
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  Speaker 8: cliffs seem hinged upon the sky. The clouds are floating
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  Speaker 8: rags across them, curled, they open to us like the
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  Speaker 8: gates of God cloven in the last great wall of
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  Speaker 8: all the world. I looked and saw the valley of
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  Speaker 8: my soul, where naked crests fight to achieve, the skies,
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  Speaker 8: where no grain grows, nor wine, nor fruitful thing, only
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  Speaker 8: big words and starry blasphemies. But you have clothed with
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  Speaker 8: mercy like a moss, the barren violence of its primal wars,
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  Speaker 8: sterile though they be, and void of rule. You know
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  Speaker 8: my shapeless cracks have wed the stars. How shall I
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  Speaker 8: thank you, O courageous heart, that of this wasteful world
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  Speaker 8: you had no fear, but bade it blossom in clear faith,
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  Speaker 8: and sent your fair flower feeding rivers, even as here
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  Speaker 8: the peat burns, brimming from their cups of stone, glow
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  Speaker 8: brown and blood red down the vast decline, as if
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  Speaker 8: Christ stood on yonder clouded peak and turned its thousand
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  Speaker 8: waters into wine. End of section nine. This recording is
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  Speaker 8: in the public.
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  Speaker 4: Domain Section number ten of poems by J. K. Chesterton
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  Speaker 4: right for LibriVox to talk by Marigrazitundo Vallei Italy Love's
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  Speaker 4: trap Pist. There is a place where lute and lyre
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  Speaker 4: are broken, where scrolls are torn, and on a wild
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  Speaker 4: wind go where tablets stand wiped naked for a token,
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  Speaker 4: where laurels wither and the daisies grow. Lo, I too,
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  Speaker 4: join the brotherhood of silence. I am Love's Trappist, and
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  Speaker 4: just in vain for men through Love's Gate, even as
• 29:50
  Speaker 4: through Death's gate goes alone and comes not back again.
• 29:55
  Speaker 4: Yet here I pose look back across the threshold, cried
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  Speaker 4: my brethren. Though the world be old prophets and sages,
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  Speaker 4: questioners and doubters, O world, old world, The best hath
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  Speaker 4: never been told. End of section ten. This recording is
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  Speaker 4: in the public domain. Recording by Marigrettitundo Bari till section
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  Speaker 4: number eleven of poems by J.
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  Speaker 2: KH.
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  Speaker 4: Chesterton, write for librivoxto talk by Marigrettitundo Bari, Italy Confessional.
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  Speaker 4: Now that a kneel at the throne of Queen pity
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  Speaker 4: and pardon me much have I striven to sing the
• 30:50
  Speaker 4: same brother of beast and tree. Yet when the stars
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  Speaker 4: catch me alone, never a linnet sinks. And the blood
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  Speaker 4: of a man is a bitter voice, and cries for
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  Speaker 4: foolish things, not for me, be de BoNT o, woe
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  Speaker 4: was not I from a boy vowed with the helmet
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  Speaker 4: in spurre and spur to the blood red banner of joy.
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  Speaker 4: A man may sing his psalms to a stone. Poor
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  Speaker 4: is blood for a weed, But the tears of a
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  Speaker 4: man are a sudden thing, and come not of his creed. Nay,
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  Speaker 4: but a heart is kind to me, though I cry
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  Speaker 4: for a star. Leaves and grasses, feather and flowers cover
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  Speaker 4: the foolish skar, profets and saints and seraphim lightened the
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  Speaker 4: load with song, And the heart of a man is
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  Speaker 4: a hevy load for a man to bear along and
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  Speaker 4: of section eleven. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Recording by Magratito Lo by Italy. Section twelve of poems
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  Speaker 4: by J. K. Chesterton, a rightfull librivoxed The Talk by
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  Speaker 4: Maria Gracetundo Bari, Italy. Music sounding brass and tinkling symbol.
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  Speaker 4: He that made me sealed my ears, and the pomp
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  Speaker 4: of gorgeous noises, waves of triumph, waves of tears, thunder, dampty,
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  Speaker 4: round and passed me shattered, lost for evermore. Ancient gold
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  Speaker 4: of pride and passion racked like a treasure on a shore.
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  Speaker 4: But I saw her cheek and forehead change as at
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  Speaker 4: a spoken word. And I saw her head uplifted like
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  Speaker 4: a lily to the Lord. Not is lost, but all
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  Speaker 4: transmuted ears are sealed. Yet eyes have seen sower smiles
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  Speaker 4: also be worthy, sow her tears or heart be clean.
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  Speaker 4: End of section twelve. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Recording by Marigretetundo Bari, Italy.
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  Speaker 9: Section thirteen of poems by G. K. Chesterton, read for
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  Speaker 9: LibriVox dot Org by David Lawrence. The Deluge. Though giant
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  Speaker 9: rains put out the sun. Here I stand for a sign.
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  Speaker 9: Though earth be filled with waters dark, my cup is
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  Speaker 9: filled with wine. Tell to the trembling priests that here
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  Speaker 9: under the deluge rod, one, nameless, tattered, broken man stood
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  Speaker 9: up and drank to God. Sun has been where the
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  Speaker 9: rain is now bees in the heat to hum haply,
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  Speaker 9: a humming maiden came. Now Let the deluge come, brown
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  Speaker 9: of aureole, green of garb, straight as a golden rod,
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  Speaker 9: drink to the throne of thunder. Now drink to the
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  Speaker 9: wrath of God high in the wreck. I held the cup,
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  Speaker 9: I clenched my rusty sword. I cocked my tattered feather
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  Speaker 9: to the glory of the Lord. Not undone were the
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  Speaker 9: heaven and earth, this hollow world thrown up before one
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  Speaker 9: man had stood up straight and drained it like a cup.
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  Speaker 9: End of section thirteen. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 10: Section fourteen of Poems by G. K. Chesterton read per
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  Speaker 10: LibriVox dot org by Kelly Weiskel at www dot kellyweiskull
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  Speaker 10: dot com. The strange music. Other loves may sink and settle,
• 34:55
  Speaker 10: other loves may lose and slack. But I wander like
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  Speaker 10: immense with a harp upon his back. Though the harp
• 35:03
  Speaker 10: be on my bosom, though I finger and I fret,
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  Speaker 10: Still my hope is all before me, For I cannot
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  Speaker 10: play it yet in your strengths is hit a music
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  Speaker 10: that no hand hath e'er let fall, and your soul
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  Speaker 10: is sealed, a pleasure that you have not known at all,
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  Speaker 10: pleasure subtle as your spirit, strange and slender as your frame,
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  Speaker 10: fiercer than the pain that folds you, softer than your
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  Speaker 10: sorrow's name, not as mine, my soul's anointed, not as mine.
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  Speaker 10: The rude and light, easy, mir and many faces, swaggering
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  Speaker 10: pride of song, and fight, something stranger, something sweeter, something
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  Speaker 10: waiting you afar, secret as your stricken senses, magic as
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  Speaker 10: your sorrows are. But on this God's harps supernal stretched.
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  Speaker 10: But to be stricken once o a time, as a
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  Speaker 10: beginner life, a buckler death, a dunce. But I will
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  Speaker 10: not fear to match them. No, by God, I will
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  Speaker 10: not fear. I will learn you, I will play you,
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  Speaker 10: and the stars stand still to hear end av Section fourteen.
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  Speaker 10: This reading is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 11: Section fifteen of poems by G. K. Chesterton, read for
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  Speaker 11: LibriVox dot Org by Debra Lee. The Great Minimum. It
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  Speaker 11: is something to have wept as we have wept. It
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  Speaker 11: is something to have done as we have done. It
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  Speaker 11: is something to have watched when all men slept, and
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  Speaker 11: seen the stars which never see the sun. It is
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  Speaker 11: something to have smelt the mystic rose, although at break
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  Speaker 11: and leave the rods. It is something to have hungered once,
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  Speaker 11: as those must hunger who have ate the bread of gods.
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  Speaker 11: To have seen you and your unforgotten face, brave as
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  Speaker 11: a blast of trumpets, for the fray, pure as white
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  Speaker 11: lilies in a watery space. It were something, though you
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  Speaker 11: went from me to day, to have known the things
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  Speaker 11: that from the weak are furled, perilous, ancient passions, strange
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  Speaker 11: and high. It is something to be wiser than the world.
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  Speaker 11: It is something to be older than the sky in
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  Speaker 11: a time of skeptic moths and cynic rusts, and fattied
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  Speaker 11: lives that of their sweetness tire, in a world of
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  Speaker 11: flying loves and fading lusts. It is something to be
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  Speaker 11: sure of a desire lo blest are our ears, for
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  Speaker 11: they have heard yea blest our eyes. For they have
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  Speaker 11: seen let thunder break on man and beast and bird,
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  Speaker 11: and the lightning. It is something to have been end
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  Speaker 11: of section fifteen. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 11: Section sixteen of Poems by G. K. Chesterton read for
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  Speaker 11: LibriVox dot Org by Debra Lee. The mortal answers come
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  Speaker 11: away with the fairies hand in hand, for the world
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  Speaker 11: is more full of weeping than you can understand. W
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  Speaker 11: b yates from the wood of the old wives fables.
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  Speaker 11: They glittered out of the gray, and with all the
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  Speaker 11: armies of Elfland, I strove like a beast at bay,
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  Speaker 11: with only a right arm wearied, only a red sword worn,
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  Speaker 11: and the pride of the house of Adam that holdeth
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  Speaker 11: the stars in scorn. For they came with chains of
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  Speaker 11: flowers and lily's lances, free there in the quiet greenwood,
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  Speaker 11: to take my grief from me. And I said, now
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  Speaker 11: all is shaken when heavily hangs the brow, when the
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  Speaker 11: hope of the years is taken, the last stars sunken.
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  Speaker 11: Now Here you chattering crickets, Here you spawn of the sod,
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  Speaker 11: the strange, strong cry in the darkness of one man,
• 39:32
  Speaker 11: praising God that out of the night and nothing with
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  Speaker 11: travail of birth, he came to stand one hour in
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  Speaker 11: the sunlight, only to say her name falls through her hair,
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  Speaker 11: the sunshine in showers it touches see her high bright
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  Speaker 11: cheeks in turning Ah elfin company. The world is hot
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  Speaker 11: and cruel. We are weary of heart and hand. But
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  Speaker 11: the world is more full of glory than you can understand.
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  Speaker 11: End of section sixteen. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Section number seventeen of poems by J. K. Chesterton Read
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  Speaker 4: for LibriVox to talk by Maregractundo Bardi, Italy a marriage song.
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  Speaker 4: Why should we wreck of ours? That rnd while we
• 40:38
  Speaker 4: two ride together? The heavens rant from end to end
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  Speaker 4: would be but windy weather. The strong stars shaken down
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  Speaker 4: in spate would be a shower spring. And we should
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  Speaker 4: list the trump of fate and hear a linet sing
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  Speaker 4: we break the line, we stroke and luck The errors
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  Speaker 4: run like rain. If you be struck, right be struck,
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  Speaker 4: There's one to strike again. If you befriend or righte befriend.
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  Speaker 4: The strength is in us twain and good things and
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  Speaker 4: and bad things, and and you and I remain. Why
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  Speaker 4: should we wreck of ill or well? While we two
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  Speaker 4: ride together? The fires that over sudden fell would be
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  Speaker 4: but sultry weather beyond the lands to all men. Given
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  Speaker 4: our race is far and fell, we shall but wash
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  Speaker 4: our feet in heaven and warm our hands in hell.
• 41:34
  Speaker 4: Battles unborn and bast shall view our faltered standards. Stream
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  Speaker 4: new friends shall come, and France is new You troubles toil,
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  Speaker 4: and teen new friend shall pass and still renew when
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  Speaker 4: truth that doesn't seem that I am I and you
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  Speaker 4: are you, and death a morning dream? But should we
• 41:55
  Speaker 4: wreck of scorn or praise when we two ride together?
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  Speaker 4: They rare of goldless days shall be but wintry weather.
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  Speaker 4: If hell were highest, if the heaven were blue with
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  Speaker 4: Devil's blue, I should have guessed that all was even
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  Speaker 4: if I had dreamed of him. Litteral wract of empty prides,
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  Speaker 4: of creeds more cold than clay, to noblerints and longer rides.
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  Speaker 4: My lady writes to day to swing us swords and
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  Speaker 4: take us sides, and that all ending fray once tars
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  Speaker 4: full down and darkness hides when God shall turn to bay.
• 42:33
  Speaker 4: Why should we wreck of green and groan while we
• 42:36
  Speaker 4: two ride together? The triple thunders of the throne would
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  Speaker 4: be but stormy weather for us. The last great fight
• 42:45
  Speaker 4: shall row upon the ultimate plains, and we shall turn
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  Speaker 4: and tell once more our love. In English lanes and
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  Speaker 4: of section number seventeen. This recording isn't the public domain
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  Speaker 4: recording by my Regretstundo Bari, Italy.
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  Speaker 1: Section eighteen of poems by J. K. Chesterton, read for
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  Speaker 1: Leviyvox dot Org by algiepag.
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  Speaker 12: Be Coomb.
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  Speaker 1: With leaves below and leaves above, and groping under tree
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  Speaker 1: and a tree, I found the home of my true love,
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  Speaker 1: who was a wandering home for me, who lost in
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  Speaker 1: ruined worlds aloof bore the dread dove, wings like a roof,
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  Speaker 1: who passed the last lost stars of space, carried the
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  Speaker 1: firelight on her face, who passing as in idle hours,
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  Speaker 1: tamed the wild weeds to garden flowers, stroked the strange
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  Speaker 1: whirlwind's whirring wings, and made the comets homely things. Where
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  Speaker 1: she went by upon her way, the dark was dearer
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  Speaker 1: than the day where she paus'd in heav'n o'er hell.
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  Speaker 1: The whole world's tale had ended well. With leaves below
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  Speaker 1: and leaves above, and groping under tree and tree, I
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  Speaker 1: found the home of my true love, who was a
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  Speaker 1: wandering home for me, where she was flung above beneath
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  Speaker 1: by the rude dance of life and death grow She
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  Speaker 1: at Gotham, die at Rome between the pine trees is
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  Speaker 1: her home in some strange town, some silver morn. She
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  Speaker 1: may have wander'd to be borne, stopp'd at some motley crowd,
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  Speaker 1: impress'd and call'd them kinsfolk for a jest. If we again,
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  Speaker 1: in goodness thrive and the dead saints become alive, then
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  Speaker 1: pedants bold and parchments Brown may claim her blood for
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  Speaker 1: London Town. But leaves below and leaves above, and groping
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  Speaker 1: under tree and tree, I found the home of my
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  Speaker 1: true love, who was a wandering home for me. The
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  Speaker 1: great gravestone she may pass by, and without noticing, may die.
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  Speaker 1: The streets of silver heaven may tread with her gray,
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  Speaker 1: awful eyes unfed. The city of great peace, in pain
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  Speaker 1: may pass until she find again this little house of
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  Speaker 1: home and fir God built before the stars for her.
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  Speaker 1: Here in the fallen leaves is fill'd her secret center
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  Speaker 1: of the world. We sit and feel in dusk and done.
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  Speaker 1: The stars swing round us like a sun, for leaves
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  Speaker 1: below and leaves above, and groping under tree and tree,
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  Speaker 1: I found the home of my true love, who was
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  Speaker 1: a wandering home for me. End of Section eighteen. This
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  Speaker 13: Section nineteen of poems by G. K. Chesterton, read for
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  Speaker 13: LibriVox dot Org by An Cheng. The wise men stepped
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  Speaker 13: softly under snow wore rain, to find the place where
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  Speaker 13: men can pray. The way is all so very plain
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  Speaker 13: that we may lose the way. Oh, we have learnt
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  Speaker 13: to peer and pour on tortured puzzles from our youth.
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  Speaker 13: We know all Labarrinthine law. We are the three wise
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  Speaker 13: men of yore, and we know all things but the truth.
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  Speaker 13: We have gone round and round the hill, and lost
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  Speaker 13: the wood among the trees, and learnt long names for
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  Speaker 13: every ill, and served the mad gods, naming still the furies.
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  Speaker 13: The Eumenides, the gods of violence, took the veil of
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  Speaker 13: vision and philosophy. The serpent that brought all men be
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  Speaker 13: he bites his own accursed tail and calls himself Eternity,
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  Speaker 13: go humbly. It has hailed and snowed, with voices low
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  Speaker 13: and lanterns lit. So very simple is the road that
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  Speaker 13: we may stray from it. The world grows terrible and
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  Speaker 13: white and blinding white. The breaking day. We walk bewildered
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  Speaker 13: in the light, for something is too large for sight,
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  Speaker 13: and something much too plain to say, the child that
• 47:32
  Speaker 13: was ere world's begun. We need but walk a little way.
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  Speaker 13: We need but see a latch undone. The child that
• 47:40
  Speaker 13: played with moon and sun is playing with a little hay.
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  Speaker 13: The house from which the heavens are fed, the old
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  Speaker 13: strange house that is our own, where tricks of words
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  Speaker 13: are never said, and mercy is as plain as bred,
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  Speaker 13: and honor is as hard as stone, go humbly humble,
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  Speaker 13: while the skies and low and large and fierce, the
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  Speaker 13: star so very near the manger lies that we may
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  Speaker 13: travel far hark laughter like a lion wakes to roar
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  Speaker 13: to the resounding plain, and the whole heaven shouts and shakes,
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  Speaker 13: for God himself is born again, and we are little
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  Speaker 13: children walking through the snow and rain. End of section nineteen.
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  Speaker 13: This recording is in the public domain. Section twenty of
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  Speaker 13: poems by G. K. Chesterton, read for LibriVox by Ann
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  Speaker 13: Cheng The House of Christmas. There fared a mother driven
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  Speaker 13: forth out of an inn to rome in the place
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  Speaker 13: where she was homeless. All men are at home, the
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  Speaker 13: crazy stable close at hand, with shaking timber and shifting sand,
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  Speaker 13: grew a stronger thing to abide and stand than the
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  Speaker 13: square stones of Rome. For men are homesick in their homes,
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  Speaker 13: and strangers under the sun, and they lay their heads
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  Speaker 13: in a foreign land whenever the day is done. Here
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  Speaker 13: we have battle and blazing eyes, and chance and honor
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  Speaker 13: and high surprise. Where the Yule tale was begun a
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  Speaker 13: child in a foul stable, where the beasts feed and foam,
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  Speaker 13: only where he was homeless. Are you and I at home.
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  Speaker 13: We have hands that fashion and heads that know, but
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  Speaker 13: our hearts we lost how long ago, in a place
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  Speaker 13: no chart nor ship can show. Under the sky's dome.
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  Speaker 13: This world is wild as an old wives tale, and
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  Speaker 13: strange the plain things are. The earth is enough and
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  Speaker 13: the air is enough for our wonder and our war.
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  Speaker 13: But our rest is as far as the fire drake swing,
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  Speaker 13: and our peace is put in impossible things where clashed
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  Speaker 13: and thundered, unthinkable wings round an incredible star, to an
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  Speaker 13: open house in the evening home. Shall men come to
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  Speaker 13: an older place than Eden, and a taller town than Rome,
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  Speaker 13: to the end of the way of the wandering Star,
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  Speaker 13: to the things that cannot be and that are, to
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  Speaker 13: the place where God was homeless, and all men are
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  Speaker 13: at home. End of Section twenty. This recording is in
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  Speaker 13: the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Section twenty one of poems by G. K. Chesterton, read
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  Speaker 7: for LibriVox dot org by here his dot com A
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  Speaker 7: song of gifts to God. When the first Christmas presents came,
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  Speaker 7: the straw where Christ was rolled smelt sweeter than their frankencense,
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  Speaker 7: burnt brighter than their gold. And a wise man said,
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  Speaker 7: we will not give the thanks would be but cold, nay,
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  Speaker 7: said the next to all new gifts. To this gift
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  Speaker 7: or another bends the high gratitude of God. Even as
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  Speaker 7: he now my brother, who had a father for all time,
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  Speaker 7: yet thanks him for a mother. Yet scarce for him
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  Speaker 7: this yellow stone or prickly smells and sparse. Who holds
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  Speaker 7: the gold heart of the sun that fed these timber bars,
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  Speaker 7: nor any scentless lily lives for one that smells the stars.
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  Speaker 7: Then spake the third of the wise men, the wisest
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  Speaker 7: of the three. We may not with the widest lives
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  Speaker 7: in large his liberty, whose wings are wider than the world.
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  Speaker 7: It is not he, but we we say not. He
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  Speaker 7: has more to gain, but we have more to lose.
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  Speaker 7: Less gold, go astray, we say, less gold. If thus
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  Speaker 7: we choose go to make the harlots of the Greeks
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  Speaker 7: and hucksters of the Jews. Less clouds before colossal feet,
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  Speaker 7: redden in the underlight to the blind gods of Babylon.
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  Speaker 7: Less incense, burn tonight to the high beasts of Babylon,
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  Speaker 7: whose mouths make mock of right Babe of a thousand birthdays.
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  Speaker 7: We that are young yet gray white, with the centuries,
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  Speaker 7: still can find no better thing to say. We that,
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  Speaker 7: with sex and whims and wars, have wasted Christmas day light.
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  Speaker 7: Thou thy censer to thyself, for all our fires are dim.
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  Speaker 7: Stamp thou thine image on our coin. For Caesar's face
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  Speaker 7: grows dim, and a dumb devil of pride and greed
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  Speaker 7: has taken hold of him. We bring thee back great Christendom,
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  Speaker 7: churches and towns and towers. And if our hands are glad,
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  Speaker 7: o God to cast them down like flowers, tis not
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  Speaker 7: that they enrich thine hands, but they are saved from ours.
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  Speaker 7: End of section twenty one. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 7: public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Section twenty two of Poems by G. K. Chesterton, read
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  Speaker 3: for Librvax dot Org by Phil Shinever. The Kingdom of Heaven,
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  Speaker 3: said the Lord God build a house. Build it in
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  Speaker 3: the gorge of death. Found it in the throats of hell,
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  Speaker 3: where the lost sea motherereth, fires and whirlwinds. Build it well, labored, sternly,
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  Speaker 3: flame and wind but a little, and they cry, Lord,
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  Speaker 3: we doubt of this thy will. We are blind and
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  Speaker 3: murmur why. And the winds are murmuring. Still said the
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  Speaker 3: Lord God, build a house, Cleave its treasure from the
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  Speaker 3: earth with the jarring powers of hell, strive with formless
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  Speaker 3: might and mirth, tribes and warm end build it well.
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  Speaker 3: Then the raw red suns of men break the soil
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  Speaker 3: and lop to the wood but a little, and they shrill, Lord,
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  Speaker 3: we cannot view thy good. And the wild men clamor.
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  Speaker 3: Still said the Lord God, build a house, smoke in irons,
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  Speaker 3: spark and steam, speA we can vote and buy and sell.
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  Speaker 3: Let a new world throb and shream, Seers and makers
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  Speaker 3: build it well. Strove the cunning men and strong but
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  Speaker 3: a little, And they cry, Lord, mayhap we are but clay,
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  Speaker 3: and we cannot know the why. And the wise men
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  Speaker 3: doubt today. Yet though worn and deaf and blind, force
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  Speaker 3: and savage king and seer labor, still they know not why.
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  Speaker 3: At the dim foundation here need and plow, and think
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  Speaker 3: and ply, till at last, mayhaps hereon fused of passion
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  Speaker 3: and accord, love its crown and peace its stay, Rise
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  Speaker 3: the city of the Lord that we darkly build today.
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  Speaker 3: End of section twenty two. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 3: public domain. Recording by Phil Shinevert. Section twenty three of
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  Speaker 3: poems by G. K. Chesterton read for Lebrevox dot Org
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  Speaker 3: by Phil Shinevert, a hymn for the Church, militant, Great
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  Speaker 3: God that bowest sky and star, bow down our towering
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  Speaker 3: thoughts to thee, and grant us in a faltering war
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  Speaker 3: the firm feet of humility, Lord, we that snatch the
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  Speaker 3: swords of flame. Lord, we that cry about thy car
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  Speaker 3: We too are weak with pride and shame. We too
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  Speaker 3: are as our foemen are. Yea, we are mad as
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  Speaker 3: they are mad. YEA, we are blind as they are blind. YEA,
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  Speaker 3: we are very sick and sad, who bring good news
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  Speaker 3: to all mankind. The dreadful joy Thy son has sent
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  Speaker 3: is heavier than any care we find, as Caine his
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  Speaker 3: punishment our pardon, more than we can bear. Lord, when
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  Speaker 3: we cry thee far and near and thunder through our
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  Speaker 3: lands unknown. The Gospel into every ear. Lord, let us
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  Speaker 3: not forget our own cleanse us from ire of creed
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  Speaker 3: or class. The anger of the idle tings so in
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  Speaker 3: our soul like living grass, the laughter of all lowly things.
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  Speaker 3: End of section twenty three. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 3: public domain. Recording by Phil Shinevert Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Section
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  Speaker 3: twenty four of poems by G. K. Chesterton read for
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  Speaker 3: libberyvox by Phil Shinevert. The beatific vision, then, Bernard smiled
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  Speaker 3: at me that I should gaze, But I had gazed
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  Speaker 3: already caught the view, faced the unfathomable ray of rays,
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  Speaker 3: which to itself and by itself is true. Then was
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  Speaker 3: my vision mightier than man's speech. Speech snapped before it
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  Speaker 3: like a flying spell, and memory in all that time
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  Speaker 3: can teach Before that splendid outrage failed and fell. And
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  Speaker 3: when one dreameth and remembereth not waking, what were his pleasures?
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  Speaker 3: Are his pains? With every feature of the dream forgot,
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  Speaker 3: The painted passion of the dream remains, even such as I,
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  Speaker 3: within whose thoughts resides no picture of that sight, nor
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  Speaker 3: any part nor any memory, in whom abides only a
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  Speaker 3: happiness within the heart, a secret happiness that soaks the heart,
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  Speaker 3: as hills are soaked by slow, unsealing snow, or secret
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  Speaker 3: as that wind without a chart. Wherein did wild leaves
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  Speaker 3: of sibyl go, Oh, light uplifted from all mortal knowing,
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  Speaker 3: send back a little of that glimpse of the that
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  Speaker 3: of its glory, I may kindle glowing one tiny spark
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  Speaker 3: for all men yet to be inter Section twenty four.
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  Speaker 3: This recording is in the public domain. Recording by Phil
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  Speaker 3: shinever ben Rue, Louisiana.
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  Speaker 4: Section number twenty five of poems by J. K. Hsington,
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  Speaker 4: read for LibriVox dot Org by Maria Gresceton Nobari, Italy.
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  Speaker 4: The truth of Christmas, passionate peace is in the sky
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  Speaker 4: and in the snow in silver shield. The beasts are
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  Speaker 4: perfect in the field, and man's in man. So suddenly
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  Speaker 4: that take and swords and ten times tand and blow
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  Speaker 4: the bugle in praising man. For we are for all
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  Speaker 4: men under the sun, and they are against us, every one,
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  Speaker 4: and misers hagel and madmen clutch. And there is peril
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  Speaker 4: in praising much. And we have the terrible tongues un
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  Speaker 4: could that praise the world to the sons of the world.
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  Speaker 4: The idle humble hill, and wit are bowed upon the
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  Speaker 4: sacred birth, And for one little hour the earth is
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  Speaker 4: lazy the love of good. But radiar you and rady
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  Speaker 4: am I. If the battle blow and the guns go by,
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  Speaker 4: For we are for all men under the sun, and
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  Speaker 4: they are against us, every one, and the men that
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  Speaker 4: hater the altogether to pride and gold and the great
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  Speaker 4: white feather. And the thing is graving in star and stone,
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  Speaker 4: that the men who love are all alone. Hunger is art,
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  Speaker 4: and time is tough. But blessed the baggers, and kiss
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  Speaker 4: the kings, for hope has broken the heart of things,
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  Speaker 4: and nothing was ever praised enough. But bowl the shield
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  Speaker 4: for a sudden swing, and point the sword when you
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  Speaker 4: praise a thing. For we are for all men under
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  Speaker 4: the sun, and they are against us every one, And
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  Speaker 4: mime and merchant, faine and thrall hatus, because we love
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  Speaker 4: them all. Only till Christmas tide go by passionate peace
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  Speaker 4: is in the sky and of section number twenty five.
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  Speaker 4: This recording is in the public domain. Recording by Marigrattetundo
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  Speaker 4: bari Ita, Section.
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  Speaker 1: Twenty six of poems by G. K. Chesterton, read for
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot Org by Algae. Pag ahimn O, God of
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  Speaker 1: Earth and Altar, bow down and hear our cry. Our
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  Speaker 1: earthly rulers falter, our people drift and die. The walls
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  Speaker 1: of gold entomuth, the swords of scorn divide. Take not
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  Speaker 1: thy thunder from us, but take away our pride from
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  Speaker 1: all a terror, teacheth from lies of tongue, and pen
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  Speaker 1: from all the easy speeches that comfort cruel men from
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  Speaker 1: sail and profanation of honor, and the sword from a
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  Speaker 1: sleep and from damnation. Deliver us, good Lord, tie a
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  Speaker 1: living tether the prince and priest and thrall, bind all
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  Speaker 1: our lives together, Smite us and save us all in
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  Speaker 1: ire and exultation. Aflame with faith and free lift up
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  Speaker 1: a living nation a single sword to thee end of
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  Speaker 1: section twenty six. This recording is in public domain.
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  Speaker 14: Section twenty seven of Poems by G. K. Chesterton read
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  Speaker 14: for LibriVox dot Org by Jerry Romero. A Christmas song
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  Speaker 14: for three guilds to be sung a long time ago,
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  Speaker 14: or hence the Carpenters Saint Joseph too. The Carpenter's said
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  Speaker 14: on Christmas Day, the master shall have patience, and the
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  Speaker 14: prentice shall obey, and your word unto your women shall
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  Speaker 14: be no wise hard or wild for the sake of me,
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  Speaker 14: your master, who have worshiped wife and child. But softly
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  Speaker 14: you shall frame the fence, and softly carve the door,
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  Speaker 14: and softly plain the table, as to spread it for
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  Speaker 14: the poor. And all your thoughts be soft and white
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  Speaker 14: as the wood of the white tree. But if they
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  Speaker 14: tear the charter, jet the tocsin speak for me. Let
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  Speaker 14: the wooden sign above your shop be prouder to be
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  Speaker 14: scarred than the lion shield of Lancelot that hung a
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  Speaker 14: joyous guard the shoemakers. Saint Crispin to the shoemakers said,
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  Speaker 14: on Christmas tide, who fashions at another's feet will get
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  Speaker 14: no good of pride. They were bleeding on the mountain,
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  Speaker 14: the feet that brought good news, the latchet of whose
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  Speaker 14: shoes we were not worthy to unloose. See that your
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  Speaker 14: feet offend not, nor lightly lift your head. Tread softly
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  Speaker 14: on the sunlit roads the bright dust of the dead.
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  Speaker 14: Let your own feet be shod with peace, Be lowly
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  Speaker 14: all your lives. But if they touch the charter, ye
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  Speaker 14: shall nail it with your knives. And the bill blades
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  Speaker 14: of the commons drive in all as dense array, as
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  Speaker 14: once a crash of arrows came upon Saint Crispin's day
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  Speaker 14: the painters. Saint Luke unto the painters on chrisps must day,
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  Speaker 14: he said, see that the robes are white, you dare
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  Speaker 14: to dip in gold and red. For only gold the
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  Speaker 14: kings can give, and only blood the saints, and his
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  Speaker 14: high task grows perilous that mixes them in paints. Keep
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  Speaker 14: you the ancient order. Follow the men that knew the
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  Speaker 14: labyrinth of black in wits, the maze of green and blue.
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  Speaker 14: Paint mighty things, Paint paltry things, Paint silly things or sweet.
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  Speaker 14: But if men break the charter, you may slay them
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  Speaker 14: in the street. And if you paint one post for them, then,
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  Speaker 14: but you knew it well, you paint a harlot's face
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  Speaker 14: to drag all heroes down to hell. All together, Almighty
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  Speaker 14: God to all mankind, on Christmas Day, said he, I
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  Speaker 14: wrench you from the old red hills, and rending made
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  Speaker 14: you free. There was charter, there was challenge, and a
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  Speaker 14: blast of breath I gave you can be all all
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  Speaker 14: things other you cannot be a slave. You shall be
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  Speaker 14: tired and tolerant of fancies as they fade. But if
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  Speaker 14: men doubt the charter, you shall call on the crusade,
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  Speaker 14: trumpet and torch and catapult, cannon and bow and blade.
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  Speaker 14: Because it was my challenge to all the things I made.
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  Speaker 14: End of section twenty seven. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 14: public domain. Recording by Jerry Romero. You can find my
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  Speaker 14: blog at miles for Kids dot org.
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  Speaker 15: Section twenty eight of poems by G. K. Chesterton read
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  Speaker 15: for the Rocks dot Org by Maria Teres. The Nativity,
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  Speaker 15: the thatch on the roof was as golden, though dusty,
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  Speaker 15: the straw was and old, The wind hit appeal as
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  Speaker 15: of tits, though blowing and barren and cold. The mother's
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  Speaker 15: hair was a glory, though loosened and torn. For under
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  Speaker 15: the eaves and the gloaming, a child was born. Have
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  Speaker 15: Ameriad children been quickened? Have ameria children grown old? Grown
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  Speaker 15: gross and unloved and embittered, grown cunning and savage and cold?
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  Speaker 15: God abides in a terrible patience, unanngered, unworn, and again
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  Speaker 15: for the child that was squandered. A child is born?
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  Speaker 15: What no weat of eons behind us dim dynasties lost
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  Speaker 15: long ago, huge empires, like dreams unremembered, huge cities for
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  Speaker 15: ages lay low. This at least that with blight and blessing,
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  Speaker 15: with flower and with thorn, love was there, and his
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  Speaker 15: cry was among them. A child is born, Though the
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  Speaker 15: darkness be noisy, with systems, dark fancies that fret and disprove.
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  Speaker 15: Still the plume stir around us, above us, the wings
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  Speaker 15: of the shadow of Love, Oh, Princes and priests, have
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  Speaker 15: ye seen it grow pale through your scorn, huge dawn
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  Speaker 15: to sleep before us deep changes. A child is born,
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  Speaker 15: and the rafters of toils still are gilded with the
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  Speaker 15: dawn of the star of the heart. And the wise
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  Speaker 15: men draw near in the twilight, who are weary of
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  Speaker 15: learning and art. And the face of the tyrant is darkened,
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  Speaker 15: his spirit is torn, for a new king is enthrone,
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  Speaker 15: yea the sternest. A child is born, and the mother
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  Speaker 15: still joys, for the whispered first stir of unspeakable things
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  Speaker 15: still feels that high moment, unfurling red glory of Gabriel's wings.
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  Speaker 15: Still the babe of an hour is a master whom
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  Speaker 15: angels adorn. Emmanuel Prophet anointed a child is born, and
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  Speaker 15: thou that art still in thy cradle, the sun being
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  Speaker 15: crowned for thy brow, Make answer our flesh, make an answer.
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  Speaker 15: Say whence art thou come? Who art thou? Art thou
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  Speaker 15: come back on earth? For our teaching to train or
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  Speaker 15: to warn? Hush? How may we know? Knowing only a
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  Speaker 15: child is born? End of section twenty eight. This recording
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  Speaker 15: is in the public domain. Recording by Marie Therese.
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  Speaker 14: Section twenty nine of poems by G. K. Chestertown red
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  Speaker 14: for LibriVox dot Org by Jerry Romero. A Child of
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  Speaker 14: the snows, there is heard a hymn when the pains dim,
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  Speaker 14: and never before or again, when the nights are strong,
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  Speaker 14: with a darkness long, and the dark is alive with rain.
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  Speaker 14: Never we know but in sleet and in snow, the
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  Speaker 14: place where the great fires are, that the midst of
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  Speaker 14: the earth is a raging mirth, and the heart of
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  Speaker 14: the earth a star. And at night we win to
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  Speaker 14: the ancient inn, where the child in the frost is furled.
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  Speaker 14: We follow the feet where all souls meet at the
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  Speaker 14: Inn at the end of the world, the gods lie dead,
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  Speaker 14: where the leaves lie red, for the flame of the
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  Speaker 14: sun is flown the gods lie cold, where the leaves
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  Speaker 14: lie gold, and a child comes forth alone, end of
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  Speaker 14: section twenty nine. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 14: Recording by Jerry Romero. You can find my blog at
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  Speaker 14: milesfor Kids dot org.
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  Speaker 7: Section thirty of poems by G. K. Chesterton read for
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  Speaker 7: LibriVox dot org by Herei dot com. A word, A
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  Speaker 7: word came forth in galilee, A word like to a star.
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  Speaker 7: It climbed and rang, and blessed and burnt wherever brave
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  Speaker 7: hearts are. A word of sudden secret, hope, of trial,
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  Speaker 7: and increase of wrath and pity, fused in fire and passion,
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  Speaker 7: kissing peace. A star that o'er the citied world beckoned,
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  Speaker 7: a sword of flame, a star with myriad thunders tongued
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  Speaker 7: a mighty word. There came the wedge's dart passed into it.
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  Speaker 7: The groan of timber wanes, the ringing of the rivet nails,
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  Speaker 7: the shrieking of the plains, the hammering on the roof
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  Speaker 7: set morn, the busy workshop roar, the hiss of shavings
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  Speaker 7: drifted deep along the windy floor, the heat brown toiler's
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  Speaker 7: crooning song, the hum of human worth, mingled of all
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  Speaker 7: the noise of crafts, The ringing word went forth. The
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  Speaker 7: splash of nets passed into it, the grind of sand
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  Speaker 7: and shell, the boat hook's clash, the boat oars jar,
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  Speaker 7: the cry to buy and sell, the flapping of the
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  Speaker 7: landed shoals, the canvas crackling free and through all varied
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  Speaker 7: notes and cries, the roaring of the sea, the noise
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  Speaker 7: of little lives, and brave of needy lives, And high
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  Speaker 7: in gathering all the throes of Earth, the living Word
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  Speaker 7: went by. Earth's giant sins bowed down to it. In
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  Speaker 7: empire's huge eclipse, with darkness set above the thrones, seven
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  Speaker 7: thunders on her lips. The woe of cities entered it.
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  Speaker 7: The clang of idols falls, the scream of filthy caesars
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  Speaker 7: stabbed high in their brazen halls, the dim, hoarse hoods
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  Speaker 7: of naked men, the world reams, snapping girth, the trumpets
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  Speaker 7: of apocalypse, the darkness of the earth, the wrath that
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  Speaker 7: brake the eternal lamp and hid the eternal hill, a
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  Speaker 7: world's destruction loading, The Word went onward still. The blaze
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  Speaker 7: of creeds passed into it, the hiss of horrid fires,
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  Speaker 7: the headlong spear, the scarlet cross, the hair shirt and
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  Speaker 7: the briars, the cloistered brethren's thunderous chaunt, the errant champion's song,
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  Speaker 7: the shifting of the crowns and thrones, the tangle of
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  Speaker 7: the strong, the shattering fall of crest and crown, and
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  Speaker 7: shield and cross and cope, the tearing of the goods
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  Speaker 7: of time, the blight of prince and pope, the reign
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  Speaker 7: of ragged millions leagued to wrench a loaded debt, loud
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  Speaker 7: with the many throated roar, the word went forward, Yet
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  Speaker 7: the song of wheels passed into it, the roaring and
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  Speaker 7: the smoke, the riddle of the want and wage, the
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  Speaker 7: fogs that burn and choke, the breaking of the girths
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  Speaker 7: of gold, the needs that creep and swell, the strengthening hope,
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  Speaker 7: the dazzling light, the deafening evangel through kingdoms, dead and empires, damn'd,
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  Speaker 7: through changes without cease, with earthquake, chaos born and fed rose,
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  Speaker 7: and the word was peace. End of section thirty. This
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  Speaker 7: recording is in the public domain, recorded by hear his
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  Speaker 7: dot com.
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  Speaker 1: Section thirty one of poems by G. K. Chesterton read
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  Speaker 1: for librivukx dot org by algiepag Andy christ or the
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  Speaker 1: Reunion of Christendom an ode a bill which has shocked
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  Speaker 1: the conscience of every Christian community in Europe. Mister f E.
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  Speaker 1: Smith on the Welsh disestablishment bill? Are they clinging to
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  Speaker 1: their crosses? F? E? Smith? Where the Breton boat free tosses?
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  Speaker 1: Are they? Smith? Do they fasting? Tramping, bleeding? Wait the
• 1:16:31
  Speaker 1: news from this our city groaning? That's the second reading,
• 1:16:37
  Speaker 1: hissing there is still committed. If the voice of Cecil falters,
• 1:16:41
  Speaker 1: If mc kenna's point hath pith, do they tremble for
• 1:16:45
  Speaker 1: their altars? Do they smith? Russian peasants round their pope? Hurdled? Smith?
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  Speaker 1: Hear about it? I hope don't they smith? In the
• 1:16:56
  Speaker 1: mountain Hamlet's clothing peaks beyond corky Asian pales where establishment
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  Speaker 1: means nothing and they never heard of Wales? Do they
• 1:17:06
  Speaker 1: read it all in Hansard with a crib? To read
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  Speaker 1: it with Welsh tithes? Doctor Clifford answered, really, Smith, in
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  Speaker 1: the lands where Christians were, e Fie Smith? In the
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  Speaker 1: little lands laid bare Smith? O Smith? Where the Turkish
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  Speaker 1: bands are busy and the Tory name is blessed since
• 1:17:29
  Speaker 1: they hailed the cross of Dizzy on the banners from
• 1:17:33
  Speaker 1: the West. Men don't think it half so hard if
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  Speaker 1: Islam burns their kin and kith. Since a curate lives
• 1:17:39
  Speaker 1: in Cardiff, saved by Smith, it would greatly I must
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  Speaker 1: earn soothe me. Smith. If you left this theme alone,
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  Speaker 1: Holy Smith, for your legal cause or civil you fight
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  Speaker 1: well and get your fee. For your god or dream
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  Speaker 1: or devil, you will answer not to me talk about
• 1:18:01
  Speaker 1: the pews and steeples and the cash that goes therewith,
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  Speaker 1: but the souls of Christian peoples chuck it Smith, end
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  Speaker 1: of section thirty one. This recording is in the public
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  Speaker 1: domain Section thirty two of poems by G. K. Chesterton,
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  Speaker 1: read for Libbyvox dot Org by algiepag The Revolutionist, or
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  Speaker 1: Lines to a Statesman. I was never standing by while
• 1:18:35
  Speaker 1: a revolution was going on, speech by the right Honorable Walter,
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  Speaker 1: Long when death was on thy drums democracy, and with
• 1:18:46
  Speaker 1: one rush of slaves the world was free in that
• 1:18:49
  Speaker 1: high dawned that kings shall not forget avoid there was
• 1:18:53
  Speaker 1: and Walter was not yet through sacked Fiversailles, at vulmen Fray.
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  Speaker 1: They did without him in some kind of way read
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  Speaker 1: Christendom all waterless. They cross, and in their fury hardly
• 1:19:08
  Speaker 1: feel their loss fades, the republic faint as Rowland's horn
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  Speaker 1: her trumpets taunt us with a sacred scorn. Then silence fell,
• 1:19:19
  Speaker 1: and mister Long was born. From his first hours in
• 1:19:23
  Speaker 1: his expense of cot he never saw the tiniest viscount
• 1:19:27
  Speaker 1: shot in deference to his wealthy parents, whim the wildest
• 1:19:32
  Speaker 1: passacres were kept from him. The wars that dyed Pall
• 1:19:36
  Speaker 1: Mall and Brompton read passed harmless, all that one unconscious head,
• 1:19:42
  Speaker 1: for all that little Long would understand. The rich might
• 1:19:45
  Speaker 1: still be rulers of the land. Vain are the pious
• 1:19:49
  Speaker 1: arts of parenthood foiled revolution bubbled in his blood, until
• 1:19:54
  Speaker 1: one day the babe unborn shall rue it. The Constitution
• 1:19:59
  Speaker 1: bored him, and he slew it. If I were wise
• 1:20:03
  Speaker 1: and good, and rich and strong, fond impious thought, if
• 1:20:07
  Speaker 1: I were walter along, if I could water cell like
• 1:20:10
  Speaker 1: molten gold and make grown people do as they are told.
• 1:20:15
  Speaker 1: If over private fields and wastes as wide as a
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  Speaker 1: Greek city for which heroes died, I earn'd the houses
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  Speaker 1: and the men inside, If all its hung on one
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  Speaker 1: thin thread of habit. I would not revolutionize a rabbit.
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  Speaker 1: I would sit tight with all my gifts and glories,
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  Speaker 1: and even preach'd to unconverted tories that the fixed system
• 1:20:39
  Speaker 1: that our land inherits view'd from a certain standpoint, has
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  Speaker 1: its merits. I guard the laws like any radical, and
• 1:20:47
  Speaker 1: keep each precedent, however small, however subtle, misty, dusty, dreamy.
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  Speaker 1: Lest man, by chance should look at me and see me.
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  Speaker 1: Lest man should ask what madmend me? Lord of English
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  Speaker 1: plowshares and the English sword, lest men should mark how
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  Speaker 1: sleepy is the nod that drills the dreadful images of God. Walter,
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  Speaker 1: be wise avoid the wild anew. The Constitution is the
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  Speaker 1: game for you, Walter, beware score not the gathering throng.
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  Speaker 1: It suffers, yet it may not suffer wrong. It suffers,
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  Speaker 1: yet it cannot suffer long. And if you gird it
• 1:21:30
  Speaker 1: these gray rules to break for a few pence, see
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  Speaker 1: that you do not wake death and the splendor of
• 1:21:36
  Speaker 1: the scarlet cap, Boston and Valmi, York Town and Jemappes,
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  Speaker 1: Freedom in arms, the riding and the routing, the thunder
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  Speaker 1: of the captains, and the shouting all that lost riot
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  Speaker 1: that you did not share, and when that riote comes
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  Speaker 1: you will be there. End of section thirty two. This
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  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 16: Section thirty three of Poems by G. K. Chesterton read
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  Speaker 16: for LibriVox by Louise Norbury, the Shakespeare Memorial. Lord Lilac
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  Speaker 16: thought it rather rotten that Shakespeare should be quite forgotten,
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  Speaker 16: and therefore got on a committee with several chaps out
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  Speaker 16: of the city and shorter answer Herbert Tree, Lord Rothschild
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  Speaker 16: and Lord Rosebery and F. C. G. And Coman's carr
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  Speaker 16: to Dukes and a dramatic star, also a clergyman now dead.
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  Speaker 16: And while the vain world careless sped unheeding the heroic name,
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  Speaker 16: the souls most fed with Shakespeare's flame still sat unconquered
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  Speaker 16: in a ring, remembering him like anything. Lord Lilac did
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  Speaker 16: not long remain. Lord Lilac did not come again. He
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  Speaker 16: softly lit a cigarette and sought some other social set,
• 1:23:02
  Speaker 16: where in some other knots or rings people were doing
• 1:23:06
  Speaker 16: cultured things, Miss Wilt's humane vivarium, the little men that
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  Speaker 16: paint on gum, the exquisite gorilla girl. He sometimes in
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  Speaker 16: this giddy world, not being really bad at heart remembered
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  Speaker 16: Shakespeare with a start, but not with that grand constancy
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  Speaker 16: of Clement Shorter, Herbert Tree, Lord Roseberry, and Coleman's Car,
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  Speaker 16: and all the other names there are who stuck like
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  Speaker 16: limpets to the spot lest they forgot, Lest they forgot,
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  Speaker 16: Lord Lilac was of slighter stuff. Lord Lilac had had
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  Speaker 16: quite enough. And of section thirty three. This recording is
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  Speaker 16: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Section thirty four of poems by G. K. Chisterton read
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  Speaker 1: for libert Vox dot org by Algaepug The Horrible History
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  Speaker 1: of Jones. Jones had a dog. It had a chain
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  Speaker 1: not often worn, not causing pain. But as the I
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  Speaker 1: K L had passed their unleashed cousins act, at last
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  Speaker 1: inspectors took the chain away whereat the canine barked hooray,
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  Speaker 1: at which, of course the SPU, whose nervous murderists bill
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  Speaker 1: was through, were forced to give the dog in charge
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  Speaker 1: for being audibly at large. None, you will say, were
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  Speaker 1: now annoyed, save haply Jones. The yard was void, but
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  Speaker 1: something being in the lease about alarms to aid police.
• 1:24:45
  Speaker 1: The USU annexed the yard for having no sufficient guards. Now,
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  Speaker 1: if there's one condition the CCP are strong upon it
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  Speaker 1: is that every house one buys must have a yard
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  Speaker 1: for exercise. Urns as Tenant was unfit, his state of
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  Speaker 1: health was proof of it. Two doctors of the t
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  Speaker 1: t used told him his legs from long disuse were atrophied,
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  Speaker 1: and saying say from step to high step we gay
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  Speaker 1: till everything is new. And three they cut his legs
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  Speaker 1: off and withdrew. You know, the E T s T's
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  Speaker 1: views are stronger than the tt use. And soon, as
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  Speaker 1: one may say, took wing the arms, though not the
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  Speaker 1: man I sing to see him sitting limbless, there was
• 1:25:37
  Speaker 1: more than the k K could bear in Mercy's silence
• 1:25:40
  Speaker 1: with old speed that mouth, there are no hands to feed.
• 1:25:44
  Speaker 1: What cruel sentimentalist ojoones would doom THEE to exist, clinging
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  Speaker 1: to selfish selfhood yet weak one such reasoning might upset
• 1:25:53
  Speaker 1: the Pump Act and the accumulation of all constructive legislation.
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  Speaker 1: Let us construct you up a bit. The head fell
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  Speaker 1: off when it was hit, then words did rise an
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  Speaker 1: honest doubt, and four commissions sat about whether the slash
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  Speaker 1: that left him dead cut off his body or his head.
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  Speaker 1: An author in the Isle of Wight observed with unconcealed
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  Speaker 1: delight a land of old and just renown, where freedom
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  Speaker 1: slowly broadened down from precedent to precedent. And this, I
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  Speaker 1: think was what he meant end of section thirty four.
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  Speaker 1: This recording, as in the public domain.
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  Speaker 17: Section thirty five of Poems by G. K. Chesterton, Dreadfullybrivox
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  Speaker 17: dot Org by James o'carr. The new freethinker John Grubby,
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  Speaker 17: who was shod and stout and troubled with religious doubt,
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  Speaker 17: refused about the age of three to sit upon the
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  Speaker 17: curate's knee. For so the eternal strife must rage between
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  Speaker 17: the spirit of the age and dogma, which, as is
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  Speaker 17: well known, does simply hate to be outgrown. Rubbi, the
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  Speaker 17: young idea that shoots outgrew the ages like old boots,
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  Speaker 17: while still to all appearance small, would have no miracles
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  Speaker 17: at all. And just before the age of ten firmly
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  Speaker 17: refused free will to men, the altars reeled, the Hennens shook,
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  Speaker 17: just as he read of in the book. Flung from
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  Speaker 17: his house went forth the youth alone with tempests and
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  Speaker 17: the truth, up to the distant city in days where
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  Speaker 17: his papa had bought for him a partnership in cheap
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  Speaker 17: and deer worse, say, twelve hundred pounds a year. But
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  Speaker 17: he was resolute. Lord Brute had found him useful, and
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  Speaker 17: Lord Lute, with whom few other men would act, valued
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  Speaker 17: his promptitude and tact. Never did even philanthropy in rich
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  Speaker 17: a man more rapidly twas he that stopped the striking
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  Speaker 17: coal for hungry children, racked his soul to win their
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  Speaker 17: misery there, and then he filled the vines with chinamen,
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  Speaker 17: sat in that house that broke the kings, and voted
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  Speaker 17: for all sores of things, and rose from under secretary
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  Speaker 17: to secretary. Some grumbled growlers who gave less than generous
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  Speaker 17: worship to success. The little printers in Dun who got
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  Speaker 17: ten years for blasphemy, although he let them off with seven,
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  Speaker 17: respect him rather less than heaven. No matter, this can
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  Speaker 17: still be said. Never to supernatural dread, never to unseen deity,
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  Speaker 17: did Sir John Grubby bend the knee. Never did dream
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  Speaker 17: of hell or wrath turned Viscount Grubby from his path,
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  Speaker 17: Nor was he bribed by fabled Bliss to kneel to
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  Speaker 17: any world. But this the curate lives in Camden Town.
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  Speaker 17: His lap still empty of renown, and still across the
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  Speaker 17: waste of years, John Grubby in the house of peers,
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  Speaker 17: faces that curate proud and free, and never sits upon
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  Speaker 17: his knee end of section thirty five. This recording is
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  Speaker 17: in the public domain. Recording by James O'Connor, Randolph, Massachusetts,
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  Speaker 17: February twenty eleven.
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  Speaker 1: Section thirty six of poems by G. K. Chesterton, read
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  Speaker 1: for Libbyvox dot Org by Algaepag in Memordium, paid day Niice,
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  Speaker 1: January thirtieth, nineteen fourteen. If any in an island cradle
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  Speaker 1: curled of comfort may make offerings to you here in
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  Speaker 1: the day of old, the now blew a bugle through
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  Speaker 1: the blackness of the world. An English hand would touch
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  Speaker 1: your shroud, and trust the truth again be told in
• 1:30:49
  Speaker 1: English speech. And we too, yet may practice what we preach,
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  Speaker 1: though it were practicing the bayonet thrust cutting a giant
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  Speaker 1: neck from sand to sand, from sea to sea. It
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  Speaker 1: was a little thing, beside your sudden shout and saber
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  Speaker 1: swing that cut the throat of thieves in ev'ry land.
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  Speaker 1: Heed not if half wits mock your broken blade. Mammon,
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  Speaker 1: our master, doeth all things ill you're the fool that
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  Speaker 1: charg'd a windmill. Still the miller is a knave and
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  Speaker 1: was afraid. Lay down your sword. Ruin will know her own.
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  Speaker 1: Let each small statesman sow his weak wild out, or
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  Speaker 1: turn his coat to decorate his coat, or take the
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  Speaker 1: throne and perish by the throne. Lay down your sword,
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  Speaker 1: and let the white flag fade to gray, and let
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  Speaker 1: a red flag fade to pink. For these that climb
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  Speaker 1: and climb, and it cannot sink so deep as death
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  Speaker 1: and honor de Rula day end of section thirty six.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public.
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  Speaker 18: Domain Section thirty seven of Poems by G. K. Chesterton,
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  Speaker 18: read for LibriVox dot org by Elizabeth Fidler Sonnet with
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  Speaker 18: the compliments of the season to a popular leader much
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  Speaker 18: to be congratulated on the avoidance of a strike at Christmas.
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  Speaker 18: I know you you will hail the huge release, saying
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  Speaker 18: the sheathing of a thousand swords in silence and injustice.
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  Speaker 18: Well accords with Christmas bells, And you will gild with Greece,
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  Speaker 18: the papers, the employers, the police, and vomit up the
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  Speaker 18: void your windy words to your new Christ, who bears
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  Speaker 18: no whip of chords for them that traffic in the
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  Speaker 18: doves of peace, the feast of friends, the candle fruited tree.
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  Speaker 18: I have not failed to honor, and I say it
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  Speaker 18: would be better for such men as we, and we
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  Speaker 18: be nearer Bethlamb, if we lay shot dead on scarlet
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  Speaker 18: snows for liberty, dead in the daylight upon Christmas Day.
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  Speaker 18: End of section thirty seven. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 18: public domain. Section thirty eight of poems by G. K. Chesterton,
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  Speaker 18: read for LibriVox dot Org by Elizabeth Fiddler. A Song
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  Speaker 18: of Swords. A drove of cattle came into a village
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  Speaker 18: called Swords, and was stopped by the rioters the daily
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  Speaker 18: paper in the place called Swords, on the Irish road.
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  Speaker 18: It is told for a new renown, how we held
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  Speaker 18: the horns of the cattle, and how we will hold
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  Speaker 18: the horns of the devil now. Or the Lord of Hell,
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  Speaker 18: with the horn on his brow, is crowned in Dublin town.
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  Speaker 16: Light in the.
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  Speaker 19: East, and light in the west, and light on the
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  Speaker 19: cruel lords on the souls. That suddenly all men knew,
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  Speaker 19: and the green flag flew, and the red flag flew,
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  Speaker 19: and many a wheel of the world stopped too, when
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  Speaker 19: the cattle were stopped at swords. Be they sinners are
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  Speaker 19: less than saints that smite in the street for rage.
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  Speaker 19: We know where the shame shines bright. We know you
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  Speaker 19: that they smite at you their foe, lords of the
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  Speaker 19: lawless wage, And lo, this is your lawful wage. You
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  Speaker 19: pinched a child to a torture price that you dared
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  Speaker 19: not name in words so black a jest was the
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  Speaker 19: silver bit that your own speech shook for the shame
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  Speaker 19: of it. And the coward was plain as a cow.
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  Speaker 19: They hit when the cattle have strayed at swords. The
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  Speaker 19: wheel of the torment of wives went round to break
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  Speaker 19: men's brotherhood. You gave the good Irish blood to grease
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  Speaker 19: the clubs of your country's enemies. You saw the brave
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  Speaker 19: men beat to the knees, and you saw that it
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  Speaker 19: was good. The rope of the rich is long and long,
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  Speaker 19: the longest of hangmen's cords. But the case and crowds
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  Speaker 19: are holding their breath in a giant shadow, or all
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  Speaker 19: beneath where God stands, holding the scales of death between
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  Speaker 19: the cattle and swords. Haply, the lords that hire and
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  Speaker 19: lend the lowest of all men's lords who sell their
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  Speaker 19: kind like kine at affair, will find no head of
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  Speaker 19: their cattle there but faces of men where cattle were,
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  Speaker 19: faces of men and swords, and the names shining and terrible,
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  Speaker 19: the sternest of all men's words, still mark that place
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  Speaker 19: to seek or shun in the streets where the struggling
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  Speaker 19: cattle run grass, and a silence of judgment done in
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  Speaker 19: the place that is called swords. End of section thirty eight.
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  Speaker 17: Section thirty nine of poems by G. K. Chesterton, Redfulibrivox
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  Speaker 17: dot Org by James O'Connor A song of defeat. The
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  Speaker 17: line breaks, and the guns go under the lords, and
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  Speaker 17: the lackeys ride the plain. I draw deep breasts of
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  Speaker 17: the dawn and thunder, and the whole of my heart
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  Speaker 17: grows young again. For our chiefs said done, and I
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  Speaker 17: did not deem it. Our seers said peace, and it
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  Speaker 17: was not peace. Earth will grow worse till men redeem it,
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  Speaker 17: and wars more evil ere All wars cease. But the
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  Speaker 17: old flags reel and the old drums rattle, as once
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  Speaker 17: in my life they throbbed and reel'd I have found
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  Speaker 17: ray youth in the lost battle. I have found my
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  Speaker 17: heart on the battle field. For we that fight till
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  Speaker 17: the world is free, we are not easy in victory.
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  Speaker 17: We have known each other too long. My brother and
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  Speaker 17: fought each other the world, And we and I dream
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  Speaker 17: of the days when work was scrappy and rare in
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  Speaker 17: our pockets, the mark of the mint, when we were
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  Speaker 17: angry and poor, and happy and proud of seeing our
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  Speaker 17: names in print. For so they conquered, and so we
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  Speaker 17: scattered when the devil rode and his dogs smelt gold,
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  Speaker 17: and the peace of a harmless folk were shattered. When
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  Speaker 17: I was twenty and odd years old, when the mongrel
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  Speaker 17: men that the market classes had slimy hands upon England's
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  Speaker 17: rod and soared in hand upon Afric's passes, her last republic,
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  Speaker 17: cried to God. For the men no lords can buy
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  Speaker 17: or sell. They sit not easy when all goes well.
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  Speaker 17: They have said to each other what naught can smother.
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  Speaker 17: They have seen each other our souls and hell. It
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  Speaker 17: is all as of old, the empty clangor the nothing
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  Speaker 17: scrawled on a five foot page. The hacks to who
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  Speaker 17: mocking holy anger painfully paints his face with rage. And
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  Speaker 17: the faith of the poor is faint and partial, and
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  Speaker 17: the pride of the rich is all for sale. And
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  Speaker 17: the chosen heralds of England's marshal are the sandwich men
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  Speaker 17: of the Daily Mail. And the niggards that dare not
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  Speaker 17: give are glutted, and the feeble that dare not fail
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  Speaker 17: us strong. So while the city of Toil is gutted,
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  Speaker 17: I sit in the saddle and sing my song. But
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  Speaker 17: we that fight till the world is free, we have
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  Speaker 17: no comfort in victory. We have read each other as
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  Speaker 17: Cain his brother. We know each other these slaves and
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  Speaker 17: end of section thirty nine. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 17: public domain. Recording by James O'Connor, Randolph, Massachusetts, February twenty eleven.
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  Speaker 19: Section forty of poems by G. K. Chesterton, read for
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  Speaker 19: LibriVox dot Org by Elizabeth Fidler Sonnet on hearing a
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  Speaker 19: landlord accused falsely for all the bard can say of
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  Speaker 19: neglecting one of the numerous white horses that were or
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  Speaker 19: were not connected with Alfred to the Great. If you
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  Speaker 19: have picked your lawn of leaves and snails, if you
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  Speaker 19: have told your valady in with oaths once a week
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  Speaker 19: or so to brush your clothes, if you have dared
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  Speaker 19: to clean your teeth or nails while the horse upon
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  Speaker 19: the holy mountain fails. Then God that Alfred to his
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  Speaker 19: earth betrothes, send on you, screaming all that honor loaths, horsewhipping, houstitch,
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  Speaker 19: debts and daily mails. Can you nod even conserve? For
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  Speaker 19: if indeed the white horse fades, then closer creeps the fight.
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  Speaker 19: When we shall scour the face of England white, plucking
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  Speaker 19: such men as you up like a weed, and fling
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  Speaker 19: them far beyond a shaft shop right when Wessex went
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  Speaker 19: to battle for the creed end of section forty. This
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  Speaker 19: recording is in the public domain. Section forty one of
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  Speaker 19: poems by G. K. H. Hesterton, read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 19: Org by Elizabeth Fiddler. Africa, A sleepy people without priests
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  Speaker 19: or kings dreamed here men say to drive us to
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  Speaker 19: the sea. I'll let us drive ourselves, for it is
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  Speaker 19: free and smells of honor and of English things. How
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  Speaker 19: came we brawling by these bitter springs, we of the North,
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  Speaker 19: two kindly nations. We though the dice rattles and the
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  Speaker 19: clear coin rings. Here is no place for living men
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  Speaker 19: to be.
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  Speaker 2: Leave them the.
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  Speaker 19: Gold that worked and whined for it. Let them that
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  Speaker 19: have no nation anywhere be native here and fat and
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  Speaker 19: full of bread. But we whose sins were human, we
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  Speaker 19: will quit the land of blood, and leave these vultures
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  Speaker 19: there noiselessly happy feeding on the dead end of section
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  Speaker 19: forty one. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Section number forty two of Poems by GK. Chesterton, read
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  Speaker 2: for librebox by Anthony Lee. The Dead Hero. We never
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  Speaker 2: saw you like our sires, for whom your face was
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  Speaker 2: Freedom's face. No, no, what office tapes and white with
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  Speaker 2: such strong chords may interlace, We know not if the
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  Speaker 2: statesmen then were fashioned as the sword we see. We
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  Speaker 2: know that, not under your ken did England laugh at liberty. Yeah,
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  Speaker 2: this one thing is known of you. We know that,
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  Speaker 2: not till you were dumb, not till your course was
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  Speaker 2: thundered through, did Mammon see his kingdom come. The songs
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  Speaker 2: of theft, the swords of hire, the clerks that raved,
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  Speaker 2: the troops that ran the empire of the world's desire,
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  Speaker 2: the dance of all the dirt began. The happy jeweled
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  Speaker 2: alien men worked then, but as a little leaven from
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  Speaker 2: some more modest palace. Then the soul of divies, thank
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  Speaker 2: to Heaven. But when they planned with lisp and leer
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  Speaker 2: their careful war upon the weak, they smoked your body
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  Speaker 2: on its bier for surety that you could not speak.
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  Speaker 2: A hero in the desert died. Men cried that Saint
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  Speaker 2: should bury him, and round the grave should guard and
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  Speaker 2: ride a chivalry of cherubon. God said, there is a
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  Speaker 2: better place, a nobler trophy, and more tall. The beasts
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  Speaker 2: that fled before his face shall come to make his funeral.
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  Speaker 2: The mighty vermin of the void that hid them from
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  Speaker 2: his bended bow shall crawl from caverns, overjoyed jackal and snake,
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  Speaker 2: and carry and crow, and perched above the vultured eggs,
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  Speaker 2: reversed upon its hideous head, a blue faced ape shall
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  Speaker 2: wave its legs to tell the world that he is dead.
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  Speaker 2: End of section forty two. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 2: public domain, Section number forty three. Poems by GK. Chesterton,
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  Speaker 2: read for LibriVox by Anthony Lee an election Echo, nineteen
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  Speaker 2: oh six. This is their trumpet, ripe and rounded. They
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  Speaker 2: have burnt the wheat and gathered the chaff. And we
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  Speaker 2: that have fought them, we that have watched them, are
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  Speaker 2: we at least not cause to laugh, never so low.
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  Speaker 2: At least we stumbled dead we have been, But not
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  Speaker 2: so dead as these that live on the life they squandered,
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  Speaker 2: as these that drink of the blood they shed. We
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  Speaker 2: never boasted the thing we blundered. We never haunted the
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  Speaker 2: thing that fails. We never quailed from the living laughter
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  Speaker 2: to howl to the dead, who tell no tales. Twas
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  Speaker 2: another finger at least that pointed our wasted men, or
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  Speaker 2: our emptied bags. It was not we that sounded the
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  Speaker 2: trumpet in front of the triumph of Rex and rags.
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  Speaker 2: Fear not these they have made their bargain. They have
• 1:45:08
  Speaker 2: counted the cost at the last of raids. They have
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  Speaker 2: staked their lives on the things that live. Not they
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  Speaker 2: have burnt their house for a fire that fades. Five
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  Speaker 2: years ago, and we might have feared them, been drubbed
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  Speaker 2: by the coward, and talked by the dunce. Truth may endure,
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  Speaker 2: and be told and re echoed that Alie can never
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  Speaker 2: be young. But once five years ago, and we might
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  Speaker 2: have feared them. Now, when they lift the laureled brow,
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  Speaker 2: they shall note go up from our hosts assembled, but
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  Speaker 2: a laugh like thunder. We know them now end of
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  Speaker 2: section forty three. This recording is in the public domain
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  Speaker 2: section number forty four of Poems by G. K. Chesterton
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  Speaker 2: read for libri box by Antony Lee. The Song of
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  Speaker 2: the Wheels written during a Friday and Saturday in August
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  Speaker 2: nineteen eleven. King Divies, he was waiting in his garden,
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  Speaker 2: all alone, where his flowers are made of iron, and
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  Speaker 2: his trees are made of stone, and his hives are
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  Speaker 2: full of thunder, and the lightning leaps and kills. For
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  Speaker 2: the mills of God grind slowly, and he works with
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  Speaker 2: other mills. Divies found a mighty silence, and he missed
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  Speaker 2: the throb and leap, the noise of all the sleepless
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  Speaker 2: creatures singing him to sleep. And he said, a screw
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  Speaker 2: has fallen, or a bolt has slipped aside, some little
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  Speaker 2: thing has shifted. And the little things replied, Call upon
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  Speaker 2: the wheels, Master, Call upon the wheels. We are taking rest, Master,
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  Speaker 2: finding how it feels strict the law of thine and
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  Speaker 2: mine theft we ever shun. All the wheels are thine. Master.
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  Speaker 2: Tell the wheels to run. Yeah, the wheels are mighty gods.
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  Speaker 2: Set them going. Then we are only men Master, have
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  Speaker 2: you heard of men? Oh, they live on earth like fishes,
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  Speaker 2: and the gasp is all their breath. God for empty honors,
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  Speaker 2: only gave them death and scorn of death. And you
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  Speaker 2: walk the worms for carpet, and you tread a stone
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  Speaker 2: that squeals. Only God that made them worms did not
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  Speaker 2: make them wheels. Man shall shut his heart against you,
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  Speaker 2: and you shall not find the spring. Man who wills
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  Speaker 2: the thing he wants, not the intolerable thing. Once he
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  Speaker 2: likes his empty belly better than your empty head. Earth
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  Speaker 2: and heaven are dumb before him. He is stronger than
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  Speaker 2: the dead. Call upon the wheels, Master, Call upon the wheels.
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  Speaker 2: Steel is beneath your hand, stone beneath your heels. Steel
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  Speaker 2: will never laugh aloud hearing what we heard. Stone will
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  Speaker 2: never break its heart mad with hope deferred. Men have
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  Speaker 2: tact that arbitrate, slow, reform that heels. Save the stinking grease, Master,
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  Speaker 2: save it for the wheels. King divies in the garden.
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  Speaker 2: We have naught to give or hold. Even while the
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  Speaker 2: baby came alive, the rotten sticks were sold. The savage
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  Speaker 2: knows a cavern, and the peasants keep a plot of
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  Speaker 2: all the things that men have had lo We have them,
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  Speaker 2: not not a scrap of earth where ants could lay
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  Speaker 2: their eggs. Only this poor lump of earth that walks
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  Speaker 2: about on legs, Only this poor wandering mansion. Only these
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  Speaker 2: two walking trees. Only hands and hearts and stomachs. What
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  Speaker 2: have you to do with these? You have engines, big
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  Speaker 2: and burnished, tall beyond our father's ken. Why should you
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  Speaker 2: make peace and traffic with such feeble folk? As men
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  Speaker 2: call upon the wheels, Master, call upon the wheels. They
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  Speaker 2: are deaf to demagogues, deaf to crude appeals. Are our hands,
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  Speaker 2: our own master? How the doctors doubt? Are our legs
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  Speaker 2: our own master? Wheels can run without prove the points
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  Speaker 2: are delicate. They will understand. All the wheels are loyal.
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  Speaker 2: See how still they stand. King Dives he was walking
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  Speaker 2: in his garden in the sun. He shook his hand
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  Speaker 2: to heaven, and he called the wheels to run, And
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  Speaker 2: the eyes of him were hateful eyes. The lips of
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  Speaker 2: him were curled, And he called upon his father, that
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  Speaker 2: is Lord below the world, sitting in the gate of treason,
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  Speaker 2: in the gate of broken seals. Bend and bind them,
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  Speaker 2: bend and bind them, bend and bind them into wheels.
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  Speaker 2: Then once more in all my garden there may swing
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  Speaker 2: and sound and sweep the noise of all the sleepless
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  Speaker 2: nights that sing the soul to sleep. Call upon the wheels, Master,
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  Speaker 2: Call upon the wheels. Weary grow the holidays. When you
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  Speaker 2: miss the meals, through the gate of treason. Through the
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  Speaker 2: gate within cometh fear and greed of fame cometh deadly sin.
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  Speaker 2: If a mangrol faint master, take him here he kneels,
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  Speaker 2: take him, break him, rent him, end him, roll him,
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  Speaker 2: crush him with the wheels. End of section forty four.
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  Speaker 2: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Section forty five of Poems by G. K. Chesterton, read
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  Speaker 7: for LibriVox by Herehi dot com. The secret people smile
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  Speaker 7: at us, pay us pass us, but do not quite forget,
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  Speaker 7: For we are the people of England that never has spoken. Yet.
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  Speaker 7: There is many a fat farmer that drinks less cheerfully.
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  Speaker 7: There is many a free French peasant who is richer
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  Speaker 7: and sadder than we. There are no folk in the
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  Speaker 7: whole world so helpless or so wise. There is hunger
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  Speaker 7: in our bellies, there is laughter in our eyes. You
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  Speaker 7: laugh at us and love us both mugs and eyes
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  Speaker 7: are wet. Only you do not know us, for we
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  Speaker 7: have not spoken yet. The fine French kings came over
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  Speaker 7: in a flutter of flags and dames. We liked their
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  Speaker 7: smiles and battles, but we never could say their names.
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  Speaker 7: The blood ran red to Bosworth, and the high French
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  Speaker 7: lords went down. There was not but a naked people
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  Speaker 7: under a naked crown, and the eyes of the King's
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  Speaker 7: servants turned terribly every way, and the gold of the
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  Speaker 7: king's servants rose higher every day. They burnt the homes
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  Speaker 7: of the shaven men that had been quaint and kind,
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  Speaker 7: till there was no bed in a monk's house, nor
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  Speaker 7: food that man could find. The ends of God where
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  Speaker 7: no man paid, that were the wall of the weak.
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  Speaker 7: The king's servants ate them all, and still we did
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  Speaker 7: not speak, And the face of the king's servants grew
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  Speaker 7: greater than the king. He tricked them, and they trapped
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  Speaker 7: him and stood round him in a ring. The new
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  Speaker 7: grave lords closed round him. They had eaten the abbey's fruits.
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  Speaker 7: And the men of the new religion, with their bibles
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  Speaker 7: in their boots, we saw their shoulders moving to menace
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  Speaker 7: or discuss, and some were pure and some were vile,
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  Speaker 7: but none took heed of us. We saw the king
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  Speaker 7: as they killed him, and his face was round and pale,
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  Speaker 7: and a few men talked to freedom, while England talked
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  Speaker 7: of ail. A war that we understood not came over
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  Speaker 7: the world and woke Americans Frenchmen irish, but we knew
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  Speaker 7: not the things they spoke. They talked about rights and
• 1:54:10
  Speaker 7: nature and peace and the people's reign. And the squires,
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  Speaker 7: our masters, bade us fight and never scorned us again.
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  Speaker 7: Weak if we be forever could none condemn us. Then
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  Speaker 7: men called us serfs and drudges. Men knew that we
• 1:54:28
  Speaker 7: were men in foam and flame. At Trifoliger on Albera Plains,
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  Speaker 7: we did and died like lions to keep ourselves in chains.
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  Speaker 7: We lay in living ruins, firing and fearing not the strange,
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  Speaker 7: fierce face of the Frenchmen who knew for what they fought,
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  Speaker 7: and the man who seemed to be more than man.
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  Speaker 7: We strained against and broke, and we broke our own
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  Speaker 7: right pace with him, and still we never spoke. Our
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  Speaker 7: patch of glory ended, we never heard guns again. But
• 1:55:09
  Speaker 7: the squire seemed stuck in the saddle. He was a foolish,
• 1:55:13
  Speaker 7: as if in pain he leaned on a staggering lawyer,
• 1:55:17
  Speaker 7: he clutched a cringing jew. He was stricken. It may be,
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  Speaker 7: after all he was stricken at Waterloo. Or perhaps the
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  Speaker 7: shades of the shaven man whose spoil is in his
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  Speaker 7: house come back in shining shapes at last, to spoil
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  Speaker 7: his last caraus. We only know the last sad squire's
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  Speaker 7: ride slowly towards the sea, and a new people takes
• 1:55:44
  Speaker 7: the land. And still it is not we. They have
• 1:55:49
  Speaker 7: given us into the hand of the new, unhappy lords,
• 1:55:53
  Speaker 7: lords without anger and honor, who dare not carry their swords.
• 1:55:58
  Speaker 7: They fight by shuffer papers. They have bright, dead, alien eyes.
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  Speaker 7: They look at our labor and laughter as a tired
• 1:56:08
  Speaker 7: man looks at flies, And the load of their loveless
• 1:56:12
  Speaker 7: pity is worse than the ancient wrongs. Their doors are
• 1:56:17
  Speaker 7: shut in the evening, and they know no songs. We
• 1:56:22
  Speaker 7: hear men speaking for us of new laws, strong and sweet.
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  Speaker 7: Yet there is no man speaketh as we speak in
• 1:56:30
  Speaker 7: the street. It may be we shall rise the last
• 1:56:35
  Speaker 7: as Frenchmen rose the first. Our wrath come after Russia's wrath,
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  Speaker 7: and our wrath be the worst. It may be that
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  Speaker 7: we are meant to mark with our riot in our
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  Speaker 7: rest God scorn for all men governing. It may be
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  Speaker 7: beer is best. But we are the people of England,
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  Speaker 7: and we have not spoken yet. Smile at us, pay us,
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  Speaker 7: pass us, but do not quite forget. End of section
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  Speaker 7: forty five. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 20: Section forty six of Poems by G. K. Chesterton read
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  Speaker 20: for LibriVox dot Org by Emma Joyce.
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  Speaker 17: Lost.
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  Speaker 20: So you have gained the golden crowns, So you have
• 1:57:35
  Speaker 20: piled together the laurels and the jewels, the pearls out
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  Speaker 20: of the blue. But I will beat the bounding drum,
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  Speaker 20: and I will fly the feather for all the glory
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  Speaker 20: I have lost the good I never knew. I saw
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  Speaker 20: the light of morning pale on princely human faces, entails
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  Speaker 20: irrevocably gone in final night enfurled. I saw the tail
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  Speaker 20: of flying fights, a glimpse of burning blisses, and laughed
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  Speaker 20: to think what I had lost. The wealth of all
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  Speaker 20: the world yea ruined in a royal game. I was
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  Speaker 20: before my cradle, was ever gambler hurling gold, who lost
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  Speaker 20: such things as I? The purple moth that died an
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  Speaker 20: hour ere eye was born of that great green sunset.
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  Speaker 20: God shall make three days after I die, when all
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  Speaker 20: the lights are lost and done, when all the skies
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  Speaker 20: are broken above the ruin of the stars, my soul
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  Speaker 20: shall sit in state, with the brain made rich with
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  Speaker 20: the irrevocable sunsets, and a closed heart, happy in the
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  Speaker 20: fullness of a fate. So you have gained the golden
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  Speaker 20: crowns and grasped the golden weather, the kingdoms, and the
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  Speaker 20: hemispheres that all men buy and sell. But I will
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  Speaker 20: lash the leaping drum and swing the flaring feather for
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  Speaker 20: the light of seven heavens that are lost to me
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  Speaker 20: like hell. End of section forty six. This recording is
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  Speaker 20: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 12: Section forty seven of Poems by G. K. Chesterton, read
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  Speaker 12: for LibriVox dot Org by Paul C. Newman, Ballad of
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  Speaker 12: the Sun. Oh well, for him that loves the Sun,
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  Speaker 12: that sees the heaven race ridden or run the splashing
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  Speaker 12: seas of sunset one and shouts for victory. God made
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  Speaker 12: the sun to crown his head. And when deaths dart
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  Speaker 12: at last is sped, at least it will not find
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  Speaker 12: him dead and pass the carrion by oh Ill for
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  Speaker 12: him that loves the sun, shall the sun stoop for
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  Speaker 12: any one, shall the sun weep for hearts undone? Or
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  Speaker 12: heavy souls that pray not less for us? And every
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  Speaker 12: one was that white web of splendor spun o well
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  Speaker 12: for him who loves the sun, although the sun should
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  Speaker 12: slay end of section forty seven. This recording is in
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  Speaker 12: the public domain. Recording by Paul C.
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  Speaker 1: Newman.
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  Speaker 12: Story Folk Singer dot co dot UK, Section forty eight
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  Speaker 12: of poems by G. K. Chesterton, read for Librevox dot
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  Speaker 12: Org by Paul C.
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  Speaker 1: Newman.
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  Speaker 12: Translation from dou bealat happy, who like ulysses, or that
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  Speaker 12: lord who raped the fleece, returning full and sage with
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  Speaker 12: usage and the world's wide reasons stored with his own kin,
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  Speaker 12: can wait the end of age? When shall I see?
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  Speaker 12: When shall I see God knows my little village smoke
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  Speaker 12: or past the door, the old dear door of that
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  Speaker 12: unhappy house that is to me a kingdom, and much
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  Speaker 12: more mightier to me the house my father's made than
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  Speaker 12: your audacious heads o halls of Rome, more than immortal
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  Speaker 12: marbles undecay'd the thin sad slates that cover up my home.
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  Speaker 12: More than your tiber is my loire to me, than Palatine,
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  Speaker 12: my little liar there, and more than all the winds
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  Speaker 12: of all the sea, the quiet kindness of the envenair
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  Speaker 12: end of section forty eight. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 12: public domain. Recording by Paul C. Newman Story Folksinger dot
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  Speaker 12: co dot UK.
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  Speaker 7: Section forty nine of poems by G. K. Chesterton read
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  Speaker 7: for LibriVox dot org by here his dot com The
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  Speaker 7: Higher Unity. The Reverend Isaiah Bunter has disappeared into the
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  Speaker 7: interior of the Solomon Islands, and it is feared that
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  Speaker 7: he may have been devoured by the natives, as there
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  Speaker 7: has been considerable revival of religious customs among the Polynesians.
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  Speaker 7: A real paragraph from a real paper, only the names altered.
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  Speaker 7: It was Isaiah Bunter who sailed to the world's end
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  Speaker 7: and spread religion in a way that he did not intend.
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  Speaker 7: He gave, if not the Gospel feast, at least a
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  Speaker 7: ritual meal, and in a highly painful sense, he was
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  Speaker 7: devoured with zeal and who are we? As Hinson says
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  Speaker 7: that we should close the door and should not Evangelicals
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  Speaker 7: all jump at shedding gore and many a man will
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  Speaker 7: melt in man becoming one not two, when smacks across
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  Speaker 7: the startled earth the Kiss of Kikuku, when man is
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  Speaker 7: the Turk and the Atheist, a scene Erastian Whig and
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  Speaker 7: the Thug, and the Druze and the Catholic and the
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  Speaker 7: crew of the Captain's gig end of section forty nine.
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  Speaker 7: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Section fifty of pounds by G. K. Chesterton, read froll
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  Speaker 1: ebivox dot org by Algaepag. The Earth Vigil, the old
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  Speaker 1: Earth keepeth her watch the same alone in a voiceless void,
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  Speaker 1: doth stand her orange flowers in her bosom flame, her
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  Speaker 1: gold ring in her hand. The surfs of the long,
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  Speaker 1: gold crested morns break evermore at her great robe's hem,
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  Speaker 1: and evermore come the bleak moon horns, but she keepeth
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  Speaker 1: not watch for them. She keepeth her watch through the ORNs,
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  Speaker 1: But the heart of her groweth not old for the
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  Speaker 1: peal of the bridegroom's pains, and the tale she once
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  Speaker 1: was told, the nation's shock and the city's a reel.
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  Speaker 1: The empires travail and arrive and rend, and she looks
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  Speaker 1: on havoc and smoke and steel, and knoweth it is
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  Speaker 1: not the end. The faiths may choke and the powers despair,
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  Speaker 1: the powers re arise, and the faiths renew. She is
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  Speaker 1: only a maiden, waiting ne'er for the love whose word
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  Speaker 1: is true. She keepeth her watch through the eons, but
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  Speaker 1: the heart of her groweth not old. For the peal
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  Speaker 1: of the bridegroom's pains and the tale she once was told.
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  Speaker 1: Through the cornfields gleam and the cottage shade, they wait unwearied,
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  Speaker 1: the young and old, mother for child and man for maid,
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  Speaker 1: for a love that once was told. The hair grows
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  Speaker 1: gray under thatch or slates, the eyes grow dim behind
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  Speaker 1: lattice panes. The earth race wait as the old earth waits,
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  Speaker 1: and the hope in the heart remain. She keepeth her
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  Speaker 1: watch through the eons, but the heart of her groweth
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  Speaker 1: not old. For the peal of the bridegroom's pens, and
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  Speaker 1: the tale she once was told. God's good ring on
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  Speaker 1: her hand is bound. She fires with blossom the gray
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  Speaker 1: hilled sides, her fields are quickened, her forests crown'd, while
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  Speaker 1: the love of her heart abides, And we from the
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  Speaker 1: fears that fret and mar look up in ours and
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  Speaker 1: behold awhile her face colossal mid star on star, still
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  Speaker 1: looking forth with a smile. She keepeth her watch through
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  Speaker 1: the sun's but the heart of her groweth not old
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  Speaker 1: for the peal of the bridegroom's peons, and the tale
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  Speaker 1: she once was told. End of section fifty. This recording
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  Speaker 1: is in a public domain.
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  Speaker 21: Section fifty one of poems by G. K. Chestertown, read
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  Speaker 21: for LibriVox dot Org by Gaale Cato on righteous Indignation.
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  Speaker 21: When Adam went from Paradise, he saw the sword, and
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  Speaker 21: ran the dreadful shape, the new device, the pointed end
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  Speaker 21: of Paradise, and saw what peril is and price, and
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  Speaker 21: knew he was a man. When Adam went from Paradise,
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  Speaker 21: he turned him back and cried for a little flower
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  Speaker 21: from Paradise. There came no flower from Paradise. The woods
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  Speaker 21: were dark in Paradise, and not a bird replied for
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  Speaker 21: only comfort or contempt, for jest or great reward. Over
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  Speaker 21: the walls of Paradise, the flameless gates of Paradise, the
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  Speaker 21: dumb shut doors of Paradise. God flung the flaming sword.
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  Speaker 21: It burns the hand that holds it more than the
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  Speaker 21: scarlet scores. It doubles like a snake and stings. Yet
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  Speaker 21: he in whose hand it swings, he is the most
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  Speaker 21: masterful of things, A scorner of the stars. End of
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  Speaker 21: section fifty one. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 22: Section fifty two of Poems by G. K. Chesterton read
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  Speaker 22: for LibriVox by Paul Martin. When I came back to
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  Speaker 22: Fleet Street. When I came back to Fleet Street through
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  Speaker 22: a sunset nook at night, and saw the old green
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  Speaker 22: Dragon with the windows all alight, and hailed the old
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  Speaker 22: green Dragon and the cock. I used to know where
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  Speaker 22: all good fellows were my friends. A little while ago,
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  Speaker 22: I had been long in meadows, and the trees took
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  Speaker 22: hold of me, and the still towns, in the beach walls,
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  Speaker 22: woods where men were meant to be, But old things
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  Speaker 22: held the laughter, the long unnatural night, and all the
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  Speaker 22: truth they talk in hell, and all the lies they write.
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  Speaker 22: For I came back to Fleet Street, and not in peace.
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  Speaker 22: I came a cloven. Pride was in my heart, and
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  Speaker 22: half my love was shame. I came to fight in
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  Speaker 22: fairy tale whose end shall no man know, To fight
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  Speaker 22: the old green Dragon until the cock shall crow under
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  Speaker 22: the broad bright windows of men, I serve no more.
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  Speaker 22: The groaning of the old great wheels thickened to a
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  Speaker 22: throttled roar. All buried things broke upward and peered from
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  Speaker 22: its retreat, ugly and silent, like an elf, the secret
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  Speaker 22: of the street. They did not break the padlocks or
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  Speaker 22: clear the wall away. The men in debt that drank
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  Speaker 22: of old still drink in debt to day, chain to
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  Speaker 22: the rich by ruin cheerful in chains. As then when old,
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  Speaker 22: unbroken Pickwick walked among the broken men. Still, he that
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  Speaker 22: dreams and rambles through his own elfin air knows that
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  Speaker 22: the streets of prison, knows that the gates are there. Still,
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  Speaker 22: he that scorns or struggles sees frightful and afar all
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  Speaker 22: that they leave of rebels, rot high on temple bar
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  Speaker 22: all that I loved and hated, all that I shunned.
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  Speaker 22: A knew clears in broad battle lightning, where they and
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  Speaker 22: I and you run high the barricade that breaks the
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  Speaker 22: barriers of the street, and shout to them that shrink
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  Speaker 22: within the prisoners of the fleet. End of section fifty two.
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  Speaker 22: This recording is in the public domain Section fifty three
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  Speaker 22: of Poems by G. K. Chesterton read for LibriVox Atalk
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  Speaker 22: by Paul Martin A cider song to J. S. M.
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  Speaker 22: Extract from a romance which is not yet written and
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  Speaker 22: probably never will be. The wine they drink in Paradise
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  Speaker 22: they make in Oat Lorraine. God brought it burning from
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  Speaker 22: the sod, to be a sign and signal Rod, that
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  Speaker 22: they that drink the blood of God shall never thirst again.
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  Speaker 22: The wine they praise in Paradise they make in Ponterey,
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  Speaker 22: the purple wine of Paradise. But we have better at
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  Speaker 22: the price. Its wine they praise in Paradise its cider
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  Speaker 22: that they pray. The wine they want in Paradise they
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  Speaker 22: find in Plodder's end the apple wine of Hereford, of
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  Speaker 22: Havard Hill and Hereford, where woods went down to Hereford,
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  Speaker 22: and there I had a friend. The soft feet of
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  Speaker 22: the blessed go in the soft Western Vales the road
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  Speaker 22: the silent Saints accord, the road from Heaven to Hereford,
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  Speaker 22: where the applewood of Hereford goes all the way to Wales,
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  Speaker 22: end of section fifty three. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 22: public domain.
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  Speaker 21: Section fifty four of Poems by G. K. Chestertown read
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  Speaker 21: Fulibrivox dot Org. By Gale Cato, the Last Hero. The
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  Speaker 21: wind blew out from Bergen from the dawning to the day.
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  Speaker 21: There was a wreck of trees and fall of towers,
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  Speaker 21: a score of miles away, and drifted like a livid leaf.
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  Speaker 21: I go before its tide, spewed out of house and stable,
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  Speaker 21: beggared of flag and bride. The heavens are bowed about
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  Speaker 21: my head, shouting like seraphors, with the rains that might
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  Speaker 21: put out of the sun and clean the sky of stars.
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  Speaker 21: Rains like the fall of ruined seas from secret worlds above,
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  Speaker 21: the roaring of the rains of God. None but the
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  Speaker 21: lonely love feast in my hall. O faumen, Oh, eat
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  Speaker 21: and drink and drain. You never loved the sun in
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  Speaker 21: heaven as I have loved the rain. The chance of
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  Speaker 21: battle changes, so may all battle be. I stole my
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  Speaker 21: lady bride from them. They stole her back from me.
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  Speaker 21: I rent her from the red roofed hall. I rode
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  Speaker 21: and saw or rise more lovely than the living flowers.
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  Speaker 21: The hatred in her eyes. She never loved me, never bent,
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  Speaker 21: never was less divine. The sunset never loved me. The
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  Speaker 21: wind was never mine. Was it all nothing that she
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  Speaker 21: stood imperial in duress. Silence itself made softer the sweeping
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  Speaker 21: of her dress. O you who drained the cup of life,
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  Speaker 21: O you who wear the crown. You've never loved a
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  Speaker 21: woman's smile as I have loved her frown. The wind
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  Speaker 21: blew out from Bergen, from the dawning to the day.
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  Speaker 21: They ride and run, WI fifty spears to break and
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  Speaker 21: bar my way. I shall not die alone alone, but
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  Speaker 21: kin to all the powers, as merry as the ancient sun,
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  Speaker 21: and fighting like the flowers, How white their steel, how
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  Speaker 21: bright their eyes. I love each laughing knave, cry high,
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  Speaker 21: and bid him welcome to the banquet of the brave. Yes,
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  Speaker 21: I will bless them where they bend, and love them
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  Speaker 21: where they lie. When on their skulls the sword I
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  Speaker 21: swing full, shattering from the sky, the hour when death
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  Speaker 21: is like a light and blood is like a rose.
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  Speaker 21: You never loved your friends, my friends, as I shall
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  Speaker 21: love my foes. Know you what earth shall lose to night,
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  Speaker 21: What rich uncounted loans, What heavy gold of tales untold?
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  Speaker 21: You bury with my bones my loves in deep dim meadows,
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  Speaker 21: My ships that roade at ease, rough fling the purple
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  Speaker 21: plumage of strange and secret seas to see this fair
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  Speaker 21: earth as it is to me alone, was given the
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  Speaker 21: blow that breaks my brow. Tonight shall break the dome
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  Speaker 21: of Heaven. The skies I saw, the trees I saw
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  Speaker 21: after no eyes shall see. Tonight I die the death
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  Speaker 21: of God. The stars shall die with me. One sound
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  Speaker 21: shall sunder all the spears and break the trumpet's breath.
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  Speaker 21: You never laughed in all your life, as I shall
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  Speaker 21: laugh in death, end of section fifty four. This recording
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  Speaker 21: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Section fifty five of poems by G. K. Chesterton, read
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  Speaker 1: for Libbyvaux dot Org by algaepag Ballad dun Grandame. Heaven
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  Speaker 1: shall forgive you bridge at dawn, the clothes you wear
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  Speaker 1: or do not wear, and ladies sleep frog on the lawn,
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  Speaker 1: and dies, and drugs and petty veil. Your vicious things
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  Speaker 1: shall melt in air. But for the virtuous things you do,
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  Speaker 1: the righteous work, the public care, it shall not be
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  Speaker 1: forgiven you. Because you could not even yawn when your
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  Speaker 1: committees would prepare to have the teeth of paupers drawn,
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  Speaker 1: or strip the slums of human hair. Because a doctor
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  Speaker 1: otto Mare spoke of a segregated few, and you sat
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  Speaker 1: smiling in your chair. It shall not be forgiven you.
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  Speaker 1: Though your sins cried to Father Vaughan, these desperate you
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  Speaker 1: could not spare whose steal. With nothing left to pawn,
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  Speaker 1: you caged a man up like a bear for ever
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  Speaker 1: in a jailer's care, because his sins were more than two.
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  Speaker 1: I knew a house in Hoxton where it shall not
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  Speaker 1: be forgiven you, Envoy Princess. You trapp'd a guileless mare
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  Speaker 1: to meet some people that you knew. When the last
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  Speaker 1: trumpet rends the air, it shall not be forgiven you.
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  Speaker 1: End of section fifty five. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain Section fifty six of Poems by G. K.
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  Speaker 1: Chesterton read for Libbyvaux dot Org by Algiepug a ballad
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  Speaker 1: of an anti Puritan. They spoke of progress spiring round
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  Speaker 1: of light, and missus Humphrey Ward. It is not true
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  Speaker 1: to say I frowned or run about the room and roared.
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  Speaker 1: I might have simply sat and snored. I rose politely
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  Speaker 1: in the club and said I feel a little bored.
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  Speaker 1: Will some one take me to a pub? The new
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  Speaker 1: world's wisest it surround me, and it pains me to record.
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  Speaker 1: I did not think their views profound or their conclusions
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  Speaker 1: well assured. The simple life I can't afford. Besides, I
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  Speaker 1: do not like the grub. I wait a mash and
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  Speaker 1: sausage scord. Will someone take me to a pub I
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  Speaker 1: know where men can still be found anger and claveress,
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  Speaker 1: a chord and virtues growing from the ground, and fellowship
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  Speaker 1: of beer and board and song that is a sturdy chord,
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  Speaker 1: and hope that is a hardy shrub, and goodness that
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  Speaker 1: is God's last word. Will some one take me to
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  Speaker 1: a pub? Envoy Prince Bayard would have smashed his sword
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  Speaker 1: to see the sort of knights you dub? Is that
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  Speaker 1: the last of them?
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  Speaker 2: Oh?
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  Speaker 1: Lord? Will some one take me to a pub? End
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  Speaker 1: of section fifty six. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Section fifty seven have poems by G. K. Chesterton. This
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  Speaker 1: libyvox recording is in the public domain. A ballad of
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  Speaker 1: a book reviewer. I have not read a rotten page
• 2:19:17
  Speaker 1: of sex, hate or the social test And here comes
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  Speaker 1: husks and heritage o morses. Give us all a rest.
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  Speaker 1: He thinks of empire. I protest. I will not even
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  Speaker 1: cut the strings or read Jack redskin on the quest
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  Speaker 1: and feed my brain with better things. Someone wants a
• 2:19:38
  Speaker 1: wiser age. He also wants me to invest. Someone likes
• 2:19:43
  Speaker 1: the finished stage because the jesters do not jest. And
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  Speaker 1: gray with dust is Dante's crest. The bell of Rabelais
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  Speaker 1: soundless swings, and the winds come out of the west,
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  Speaker 1: and feed my brain with better things. Lord of our
• 2:19:59
  Speaker 1: laughter and our rage, look on us, with our sins oppressed.
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  Speaker 1: I too have throdden mine heritage wickedly, wearying of the
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  Speaker 1: best burned from my brain. If my breast sloth and
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  Speaker 1: the cowardice that clings, and stiffness, and the soul's arrest,
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  Speaker 1: and feed my brain with better things. Envoy Prince, you
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  Speaker 1: are host and I am guessed. Therefore I shrink from cavelings.
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  Speaker 1: But I should have that fizz suppressed and feed my
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  Speaker 1: brain with better things. End of section fifty seven. This
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  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain Section fifty eight of
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  Speaker 1: poems by G. K. Chesterton, read for Libbyvoux dot Org
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  Speaker 1: by Algaepag A ballad of suicide. The gallows in my
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  Speaker 1: garden people say is new and neat, inadequately tall. I
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  Speaker 1: tie the noose on in a knowing way as one
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  Speaker 1: that knots his necktie for a ball, but just as
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  Speaker 1: all the neighbors on the wall are drawing along breath
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  Speaker 1: to shout hooray. The stranger's whim has seized me after all.
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  Speaker 1: I think I will not hang myself to day. Tomorrow
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  Speaker 1: is the time I get my pay. My uncle's sword
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  Speaker 1: is hanging in the hall. I see a little cloud,
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  Speaker 1: all pink and gray. Perhaps the rector's mother will not call.
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  Speaker 1: I fancy that I heard from mister Gaul that mushrooms
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  Speaker 1: could be cooked another way. I never read the works
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  Speaker 1: of Juvenal. I think I would not hang myself to day.
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  Speaker 1: The world will have another washing day. The decadents decay,
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  Speaker 1: the pedants pall, and H. G. Wells has found the
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  Speaker 1: children play, and Bernard Shaw discovered that they squall. Rationalists
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  Speaker 1: are growing rational, And through thick woods one finds a
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  Speaker 1: stream astray, so secret that the very sky seems small.
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  Speaker 1: I think I will not hang myself today, Envoy Prince,
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  Speaker 1: I can hear the trumpet of Germinal, the tumbrils toiling
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  Speaker 1: up the terrible way. Even today your royal head may fall.
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  Speaker 1: I think I will not hang myself today. End of
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  Speaker 1: section fifty eight. This recording is in the public domain
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  Speaker 1: Section fifty nine of Poems by G. K. Chesterton. This
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox recording is in the public domain. A Ballad of
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  Speaker 1: the First Rain. The sky is blue with summer and
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  Speaker 1: the sun. The woods are brown as autumn with the tan.
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  Speaker 1: It might as well be tropics and be done. I
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  Speaker 1: might as well be sorn a copper khan. I fashion
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  Speaker 1: me an oriental fan made of the wholy unreseated bills
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  Speaker 1: brought by the iceman sleeping in his van. A storm
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  Speaker 1: is coming on the Chiltern hills. I read the young
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  Speaker 1: philosophers for fun fresh as our sorrow, for the late
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  Speaker 1: Queen Anne, the Dionysians, whom a pint would stun, the
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  Speaker 1: pantheists who never heard of pan. But through my hair
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  Speaker 1: electric needles ran, and on my book a gout of
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  Speaker 1: water spills, and on the skirts of heaven the guns began.
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  Speaker 1: A storm is coming on the Chiltern hills. Oh, fields
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  Speaker 1: of England, cracked and dry and done, Oh soul of England,
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  Speaker 1: sick of words and wan. The clouds grow dark. The
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  Speaker 1: down rush has begun. It comes. It comes as holy darkness,
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  Speaker 1: can black as with banners, ban and arrier ban a
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  Speaker 1: falling laugh. After all, the valley fills deep as God's
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  Speaker 1: thunder and the thirst of man. A storm is coming
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  Speaker 1: on the Chiltern Hills. Envoy Prince Prince Elective, on the
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  Speaker 1: modern plan for filling such a lot of people's wills.
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  Speaker 1: You take the children hundreds while you can. The storm
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  Speaker 1: is coming on the Chilton Hills end of section fifty nine.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain.