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Book of Jade - David Park Barnitz · Timeless Henry David Thoreau Writings

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  Speaker 1: The Book of Jade. This is a LibriVox recording. All
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more informational
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  Speaker 1: to volunteer plea visit libyvox dot org. The Book of
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  Speaker 1: Jade by David Park Barnet's prelude. I am a little
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  Speaker 1: tired of all things mortal. I see through half shut eyelids, languorous,
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  Speaker 1: the old monotonous gold son set slowly through the western portal,
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  Speaker 1: where I recline upon my deep divan in s Fahan.
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  Speaker 1: I am a little weary of the Persian girl that
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  Speaker 1: I loved. I am quite tired of love, and I
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  Speaker 1: am weary of the smoking censors and the sweet diversion
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  Speaker 1: of stroky Laila's jasmine scented here I thought so fair
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  Speaker 1: at last, I think I am quite tired of beauty?
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  Speaker 1: Why do the star shine always in the sky? I
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  Speaker 1: think if I might die, something more sweet, less tiring
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  Speaker 1: than the duty of kissing her might be. I am
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  Speaker 1: tired of murr and kissing her colored. Come, come and
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  Speaker 1: slowly move the scented gold nargyl away. Let the lyres cease,
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  Speaker 1: and now a little peace foresee moonfaced Laylah hath repented
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  Speaker 1: of singing Huffed's songs melodiously and languidly. Surely all things
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  Speaker 1: are vain, and great thanksgiving is due. Not surely all
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  Speaker 1: things now are vain, and all my heart is fain
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  Speaker 1: of something, something far too great for living. Nothing is
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  Speaker 1: very sad, nor wonderful nor beautiful. Well, now, since all
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  Speaker 1: things are not worth the winning, goodbye with these I
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  Speaker 1: have a little played. And once Alas I prayed that
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  Speaker 1: gorgeous golden sins of mine for sinning. But now I
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  Speaker 1: would not leave my palanquin for any sin. And long
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  Speaker 1: ago I proved in great compassion for man that Brahm
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  Speaker 1: is not, nor ever was. But now alas alas, I
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  Speaker 1: would he were, that in the olden fashion I might
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  Speaker 1: love half once again. Eir all is said, but Brahm
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  Speaker 1: is dead. Then with philosophy I bored me July, And
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  Speaker 1: since I could not slumber all the time, I, in
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  Speaker 1: sweet golden rhyme on white papyrus scented with pachuli, wrote
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  Speaker 1: masterpieces starry, beautiful. The earth was full, so beauty wearied me.
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  Speaker 1: In order slowly love, joy and victory came unto me.
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  Speaker 1: I kissed them languidly, and virtue came, and duty stiff
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  Speaker 1: and holy. To these I said, pray come another day,
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  Speaker 1: and turned away. Now, since of all I am a
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  Speaker 1: little weary, and since on earth I must while sojourn,
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  Speaker 1: and since a while must burn the censor of my
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  Speaker 1: long existence dreary, all things shall walk that own my mastery,
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  Speaker 1: in luxury, my ennui, shall investments falling lowly stiff, purple, trailing,
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  Speaker 1: long episcopal sweep through her palace hall like a consecrated bishop.
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  Speaker 1: Holy my sin from golden goblets of by Zant shall
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  Speaker 1: drink absinthe, and my gold crown wants in goddess pleasure.
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  Speaker 1: My candles are all burning at her shrine, shall be
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  Speaker 1: made drunk with wine, and walk unto the velvet falling
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  Speaker 1: measure of golden voiced, solemn sounding shorms, no rhyme shorms.
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  Speaker 1: All they that wait upon me in my glory, my
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  Speaker 1: purple pride, and my luxuriousness, and my voluptuous ness, shall
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  Speaker 1: show within their faces transitory something more subtle than all
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  Speaker 1: life can give. While I shall live, all is lived,
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  Speaker 1: all eaten, all is drunken soul. Is there anything now
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  Speaker 1: left for thee excepting sanctity? Nay, even we two have
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  Speaker 1: been in virtue, sunken. We have been holy priest, we
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  Speaker 1: have confessed, said missa Este, I have drunk out of
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  Speaker 1: heavy goblets, golden as from some hellish tabernaculum cannabis conium.
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  Speaker 1: I know quite all the poisons, all the olden sins,
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  Speaker 1: all the tenebra, dark secrets hid and things forbid. I
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  Speaker 1: have had all things unto mortals given I, all the women,
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  Speaker 1: all the passion I, all the satity. I have had
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  Speaker 1: all the pleasures known in heaven, paradisiacle, propureal ecstatical, with
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  Speaker 1: all the sciences, I am acquainted. Alas. I know quite
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  Speaker 1: all the languages, all the philosophies, alas, and all the
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  Speaker 1: pictures that are painted, and all the palaced capitals that
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  Speaker 1: be have wearied me Alas, all art, all knowledge, and
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  Speaker 1: all passion I have had. I have heard all the symphonies,
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  Speaker 1: I have sailed, all the seas. I have drained all
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  Speaker 1: life's cup in languid fashion. And I am come to
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  Speaker 1: Persia again, Land of Cocaine. End of poem. Read Biolum
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  Speaker 1: Mapstone Ashtorf by David Parkbarnet's Readfilibwoks dot org bi Allum
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  Speaker 1: Mapstone in thy Blue pallid gown that shimmere f so pale.
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  Speaker 1: Thou standest in the one moonlight, where the gold censor
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  Speaker 1: near thy body white wraps there around with its perfumed breath.
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  Speaker 1: So one thy high trra glimmer f above thy mystical
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  Speaker 1: far eyes of light. Thou seemest some dead goddess of
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  Speaker 1: the knights, Oh starry love, Oh changeless ashtref pallid, Thou
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  Speaker 1: standest in thy divinity, like some moon idle of the
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  Speaker 1: buried time, before whose face priest sing in solemn chime.
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  Speaker 1: So I prostrate before thy deity, unto thy face, have
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  Speaker 1: solemn praises sun, and in my hands a golden censor
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  Speaker 1: swung end of poem. This recording is in the public
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  Speaker 1: domain par fai amor by David Parkbarnets redfhiliverywoks dot org
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  Speaker 1: bial mapstone. It is not that thy face is fair
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  Speaker 1: as dying sunsets are, nor that thy lovely eyelids wear
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  Speaker 1: the splendor of a star. Tis the deep sadness of
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  Speaker 1: thine eyes. Hath my heart captive lead, and that within
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  Speaker 1: thy soul I prize the calmness of the dead, Oh
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  Speaker 1: holy love, Oh fair white face, o sweet lost soul
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  Speaker 1: of thine. Thy bosom is an altar place, thy kisses
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  Speaker 1: holy wine, sweet incense offered for my bliss. Is thy
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  Speaker 1: corrupted breath, and on thy stained lips I kiss the
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  Speaker 1: holy lips of death. Wherefore, because thy heart is full filled,
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  Speaker 1: full of mournful nests, and thy gold head as with
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  Speaker 1: appall hung or with simful nests, because thy soul is
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  Speaker 1: utterly sinful unto the core. Therefore my heart is bound
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  Speaker 1: to thee dear love forever more. End of poems. Recordings
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain Opium by David Parkbarnet's readfhiliverywoks dot
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  Speaker 1: org bi alummapstone. Nought is more sweet than gently to
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  Speaker 1: let dream the pallid flower of life asleep all way,
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  Speaker 1: where the dim censer sends up far from day unceasingly
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  Speaker 1: it's still ascending stream, Oh, where the air winds its
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  Speaker 1: mercented steam about Thy naked body's disarray shall not to
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  Speaker 1: day's gold, to thy shut eyes seem born and forgot
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  Speaker 1: in the dead age's gray, some from life's mornful loud processional.
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  Speaker 1: For THEE shall not with high uplifted urn the night
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  Speaker 1: pour out dreams that awake and say we were O
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  Speaker 1: pallid maiden vesperal before the world we also in our
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  Speaker 1: turn by the vain morning gold scatter'd away Ndu poem
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  Speaker 1: records in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Somber Sonnet by David Park Barnet's read for LibriVox by
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  Speaker 2: Brian Fullen. I love all somber and autumnal things, wrigal
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  Speaker 2: and mournful and funereal things, strange and curious and majestical,
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  Speaker 2: where too a solemn savor of death clings, kerulean serpents
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  Speaker 2: marked with asure rings, awful cathedrals, where rich shadows fall,
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  Speaker 2: horse symphonies, sepulchral as a pall mad crimes adorned with
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  Speaker 2: bestial blazonings. Therefore I love THEE more than aught that
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  Speaker 2: dies within, whose subtle beauty slumbereth the twain solemnity of
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  Speaker 2: life and death. Therefore I sit beside THEE, far from day,
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  Speaker 2: and look into thy holy eyes alway, thy desolate eyes,
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  Speaker 2: thy unillumined eyes, and of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 2: the public domain. Languor by David Park Barnet's read for
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  Speaker 2: LibriVox by Brian Fullon. Although thy face be whiter than
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  Speaker 2: the dawn fairer than aught the dawning hath descried, hast
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  Speaker 2: thou not now, o, dear love deified, enough of kisses
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  Speaker 2: upon thy forehead. Wan the days and nights like beads
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  Speaker 2: to prey upon, pass by before our eyes, and not abide.
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  Speaker 2: And so these things shall be till we have died,
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  Speaker 2: until our bodies to the earth are gone. I think
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  Speaker 2: how pleasant such a thing must be, that all thy
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  Speaker 2: lovely limbs should fall away and drop to nothing in
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  Speaker 2: their soft decay. Then may thy buried body turn to
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  Speaker 2: me with new love on thy changed lips like fire,
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  Speaker 2: and kiss me with a kiss that shall not tire.
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  Speaker 2: And of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: On we by David Park Barnet's read for librovox dot
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  Speaker 3: org by Larry Wilson. I set and told Gomorrah on
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  Speaker 3: a day boring myself with solitude and dreams, When, like
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  Speaker 3: strange priests with sasserdottal tread the seve immortal sins and
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  Speaker 3: rich array, came in and knelt one old and weak
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  Speaker 3: and gray, one that was shrouded like a person dead,
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  Speaker 3: and one whose robes cast reddish purple gleams upon her
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  Speaker 3: scornful face at peace alway, they swung before me um
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  Speaker 3: shears of strange gold, and one most beautiful began to pray, dreamily,
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  Speaker 3: garmented in pallid blue. But I said, only I haven't
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  Speaker 3: dreamed of you. Not really is All things are very
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  Speaker 3: old and very foolish. Please go away in the poem.
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  Speaker 3: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Litany by David Park Barnet's read for LibriVox by Brian Fullen.
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  Speaker 2: All the authors that there are bore me. All the
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  Speaker 2: philosophies bore me. All the statues and all the temples
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  Speaker 2: bore me. All the authors that there are bore thee.
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  Speaker 2: All the philosophies bore thee. All these statues and all
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  Speaker 2: the temples bore THEE. All the women of the earth
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  Speaker 2: weary me. The fruit of the vine wearieth me. All
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  Speaker 2: the symphonies weary me. All the women of the earth
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  Speaker 2: weary thee. The fruit of the vine wearieth thee, all
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  Speaker 2: the symphonies weary THEE. Victory and defeat fatig me gladness
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  Speaker 2: and sorrowing. Fatig me life and death. Fatig me victory
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  Speaker 2: and defeat, fatigue thee, gladness and sorrowing. Fatig THEE, life
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  Speaker 2: and death. Fatig THEE, The earth and the heavens weary me,
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  Speaker 2: the sun by day and the moon by night. Weary me,
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  Speaker 2: all the great stars of heaven. Weary me, the earth
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  Speaker 2: and the heavens. Weary THEE, the sun by day and
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  Speaker 2: the moon by night. Weary THEE, all the great stars
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  Speaker 2: of heaven. Weary THEE. The glorious company of the Apostles,
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  Speaker 2: tireth me, the goodly fellowship of the prophets. Tireth me,
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  Speaker 2: the noble army of martyrs. Tireth me, the glorious company
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  Speaker 2: of the Apostles. Tyreth THEE, the goodly fellowship of the prophets.
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  Speaker 2: Tyreth THEE, the noble army of martyrs. Tyreth THEE. All
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  Speaker 2: the race of men weary me, the Cherubim and the Seraphim.
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  Speaker 2: A weary me myself wearieth me, all the race of men,
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  Speaker 2: weary THEE, the Cherubim, and the Seraphim were THEE thy
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  Speaker 2: self wearieth THEE. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 2: the public domain. Harvard on his twenty first year by
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  Speaker 2: David Park Barnet's read for LibriVox by Brian Fullen. Tired
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  Speaker 2: muse put faded roses on thy brow, put thy bare
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  Speaker 2: arms about thee harp and sing. I am a little
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  Speaker 2: bored with everything. Past the closed jalousies. The Balankas go.
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  Speaker 2: They are not beautiful, No Greek they know. They go
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  Speaker 2: about and towel and make a fuss. I gaze through
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  Speaker 2: sad shaped eyelids, languorous far off from Ispahan, where roses blow.
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  Speaker 2: Professors sit on lofty stools, up curled through yankee noses,
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  Speaker 2: drooling all day long. I find all these things quite ridiculous.
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  Speaker 2: Before despised old age comes over us, let us step
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  Speaker 2: into the great world. Ere long we shall be very
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  Speaker 2: grand in the great world. End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 2: is in the public domain. Pride by David Park Barnett's
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  Speaker 2: read for LibriVox by Brian Fullon. They come and go,
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  Speaker 2: they pass before my soul, desire and love, weak, anguish
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  Speaker 2: and distress, shame and despair. In phantom crowds, they press
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  Speaker 2: life's poor processional, time's lowly dull mourn for their voices
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  Speaker 2: as slow bells that toll, voices of them that curse
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  Speaker 2: and do not bless, ineffable things wrapped round with loathsomeness.
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  Speaker 2: The deeds that I have done in Fate's control. They
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  Speaker 2: leer and moan, They shriek and threat, and lower ignoble
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  Speaker 2: faces that the sky do. Mar My changeless soul, from
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  Speaker 2: her high pride of power looks down, unmoved. So the
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  Speaker 2: calm evening star upon the wallowing, peaceless sea looks down,
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  Speaker 2: set far aloft within the heaven's crown. End of poem.
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  Speaker 2: This recording is in the public domain. Song of Golden
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  Speaker 2: Youth by David Park Barnet's read for Liebrivox by Brian
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  Speaker 2: Fullen keel bettis, Oh muse no longer lapped in sadness.
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  Speaker 2: Let us lie, Bring the jars of old fulernum, Bring
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  Speaker 2: the roses. Are they die? I love laughter, I love kisses,
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  Speaker 2: I love lily. I love love. But these dingy funeral
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  Speaker 2: dirges on woyae us by and by fellows disavoultemant. When
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  Speaker 2: the lords of life depart, lift the wine cup to
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  Speaker 2: your haughty lips and sing good bye, good bye. We
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  Speaker 2: have laughter on our lips and in our hearts the
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  Speaker 2: laughing spring. Nothing greatly can afflict us nor our spirits.
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  Speaker 2: Mortify all the laws and regulations under scornful feet we tread,
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  Speaker 2: we laugh loud at all the virtues underneath the shining sky.
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  Speaker 2: I have heard when haughty Torkin did his horrid deed
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  Speaker 2: of sin, that Lucretia's lily fingers slapp'd his face vivaciously.
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  Speaker 2: Though of all my life, dear Lily, make a gay
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  Speaker 2: de grandelade. Yet to my hon we doth sing an
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  Speaker 2: endless lullaby. We are Greeks and we are Tartars. We
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  Speaker 2: know all the languages to the girls of Persia, India, China.
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  Speaker 2: We know how to sigh. If the heartless heart of
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  Speaker 2: Lily tediously cruel, prove go and dance the tarantella with
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  Speaker 2: the girls of Hokusai. In the golden Citied world. From
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  Speaker 2: Paris unto Tokyo, we are quite at home. We saunter
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  Speaker 2: languidly through tall Shanghai Cheeta, the shaw of Rosy Persia
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  Speaker 2: is a gentleman, charming people in Benares where the Ganges loiters.
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  Speaker 2: Buy a lah akbar, Oh great world, Oh golden towered
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  Speaker 2: City's gay into all your gates with laughter and with roses,
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  Speaker 2: Enter eye, Galista, your Persian gazzle, cease to sing. The
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  Speaker 2: sun is low and the sacred hour of absinthe now
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  Speaker 2: is very very nigh, and of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 2: in the public domain name wa Jevie la Villenriuge by
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  Speaker 2: David Park Barnet's Red for LibriVox by Brian Fullen. Your
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  Speaker 2: soul is like a purple flower Mary, whose eyes are amethyst,
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  Speaker 2: whose lips are like red wine, when kissed with sweet
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  Speaker 2: life and sweet death. For dour there are who will
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  Speaker 2: have none of these, who walk in peace all day,
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  Speaker 2: upright and in the night, prey on their knees. The
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  Speaker 2: pleasures of the life in white, all clothed with virtues manifold,
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  Speaker 2: are these. Their souls are like white snow, fair love
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  Speaker 2: around thy heart. I know my heart is bound with
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  Speaker 2: chains of gold. Sweet youths whose life is in the spring,
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  Speaker 2: The water is all wine they drink. They sorrow not
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  Speaker 2: at anything, the pleasures of the life in pink. Your
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  Speaker 2: gold hairs like an oriole. Your lips are gold wine
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  Speaker 2: bought and sold, pure golden kisses bought for gold. Each
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  Speaker 2: breast is like a golden bowl. These things are for
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  Speaker 2: a scorn to those that read great books both night
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  Speaker 2: and day, that say joy dieth as the rose. The
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  Speaker 2: pleasures of the life in gray, sweet youths, white ladies,
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  Speaker 2: scholar's sour rejoice and hasten on your way. Marry whose
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  Speaker 2: skin is white as whe your soil is like a
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  Speaker 2: purple flower. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 2: public domain. Leon All by David Park Barnet's read for
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  Speaker 2: LibriVox by Brian Fullan, O muse of mine that sittest orientally,
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  Speaker 2: with a green emerald snake about the waist of thee,
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  Speaker 2: with hannah tinted feet and almond eyes, that dream put
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  Speaker 2: down the opium pipe of jade and ivory. For she
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  Speaker 2: that is most fair is fain to hear thy song. Awake,
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  Speaker 2: O muse and singer, praises solemnly that to the laughing
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  Speaker 2: heart of California. Hath added all the grace of France
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  Speaker 2: and Italy. She who to put to sleep my pitiless
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  Speaker 2: on we is come from distant Paris, and from Varsavie.
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  Speaker 2: Athens is in her heart, and Paris in her eyes,
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  Speaker 2: dear European angel from beyond the sea. There is no
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  Speaker 2: use to sing. She is not to be sung. What
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  Speaker 2: mortal praise can come to her glory near? And she
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  Speaker 2: hath quite forgot her natal English tongue. She is too far,
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  Speaker 2: too high, thy languid praise to hear, too delicate, too strange,
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  Speaker 2: too wicked, too divine, too heavenly, too sweet, too bad,
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  Speaker 2: too fair, too dear. NetTel pa loasis utu rev e
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  Speaker 2: la gourd ut um a long crey levan souvenir. End
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  Speaker 2: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Hellas by David Park Barness read bolibivox dot org by
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  Speaker 4: Alan Lawley. Hellas, why sittest thou O muse in grief
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  Speaker 4: and folden? Thou hast me promised you rich and rare,
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  Speaker 4: to wear within my hair and for my slaves, the
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  Speaker 4: kings of kingdoms olden, and to abide in lofty castles
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  Speaker 4: golden because I am most fair and lo I have
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  Speaker 4: no sandals for my feet, and little bread to eat
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  Speaker 4: of that their golden iron. I am dreaming, whence for
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  Speaker 4: few kisses I did follow thee there is to that
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  Speaker 4: spot to see, with far off waving palms and towers gleaming,
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  Speaker 4: great deserts round that aisle of blissful seeming lie stretching endlessly,
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  Speaker 4: and of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Sonnet by David Park Barnets read Bolibrivox dot Org by
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  Speaker 4: Allan Lawley Sonnet. When I contemplate how my state is low,
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  Speaker 4: and how my bride, that had the earth forethrown in
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  Speaker 4: this dark city, sitteth all alone. My heart is vain
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  Speaker 4: for death to end its woe. Then, when I think
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  Speaker 4: how all the great billow had only sorrow and grief
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  Speaker 4: through all their days, I that with these shall some
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  Speaker 4: time stand in place my fortune, like that bitter fortune
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  Speaker 4: know among whom also Holy Baudelaire, though an to him
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  Speaker 4: the loftiest lot was given to hear the blessed muses
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  Speaker 4: sing in heaven, past his few days in anguish and despair.
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  Speaker 4: Yet did he not bow down his mournful head until
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  Speaker 4: peace found him in his glory dead. So thou in
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  Speaker 4: this low lair, although in sorrow and grief thou dost remain,
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  Speaker 4: Though of all things whereof thy soul was vain, remaineth
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  Speaker 4: only pain. Yet be not thou, oh soul, disconsolate. Forget
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  Speaker 4: not thou thy far exalted state and of poem. This
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  Speaker 4: recording is in the public domain. Sonnet by David Parkbarnets
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  Speaker 4: read Bolibrivox dot org by Alan Lawley sonnet. Be not
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  Speaker 4: cast down my heart, and be not sad that thou,
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  Speaker 4: like common men, must sorrow, know not only they that
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  Speaker 4: live and die below, but even the gods Thy supreme
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  Speaker 4: sorrow had not unto Tamars was this fortune given not
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  Speaker 4: to know grief whom starry Asterith sought through the seven
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  Speaker 4: gated realm of death, far from the great moon and
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  Speaker 4: the stars of heaven. Oh, Cyrus also could not but
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  Speaker 4: to die. He reigned king among the perish, dead, and
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  Speaker 4: Christ when his long grief was finished, hid his great
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  Speaker 4: glory in the lowly ground. All these had sorrow that
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  Speaker 4: were great and high. These also were august, these also
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  Speaker 4: ground and of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Rondo by David Park Barnett's read for Librivaks by Tag
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  Speaker 5: and Johnson. As shadows pass in the misty night, over
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  Speaker 5: the wan and moonlit grass, so passeth our glory out
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  Speaker 5: of sight. As shadows pass a little darkness, a little light,
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  Speaker 5: sorrow and gladness, a weird mass, glimmer and falter and
• 32:03
  Speaker 5: pass in blight. So all our life in waning flight
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  Speaker 5: fadeth and faltereth alas passeth our sorrow, end our delight
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  Speaker 5: as shadows pass end of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 5: the public domain. Autumn Song by David park Barnett's read
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  Speaker 5: for LibriVox by Tag and Johnson. Weep far autumnal skies,
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  Speaker 5: shrouded in misty air, weep for thy solemn dearth, and
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  Speaker 5: for thy chilled despair Earth, Oh, stricken forest trees, dead
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  Speaker 5: leaves that falter down, solemnly to your sleep go and
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  Speaker 5: red and brown weep. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 5: in the public domain. Ballad by David park Barnet's read
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  Speaker 5: for LibriVox by Teagan Johnson. The lady rode neath the
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  Speaker 5: strange sky's pall, through the leafy woods, funereal, and all
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  Speaker 5: the length of her moonlit way was wanly white as
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  Speaker 5: the light of day. Solemnly robed, she rode along, unmindful
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  Speaker 5: of their droning throng that thronged her shadowy path, alas
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  Speaker 5: as though to see her funeral pass so through the
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  Speaker 5: mournful forest, slow, her palfrey's silken feet did go, bearing
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  Speaker 5: her solemnly like a god over the shadow haunted sod.
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  Speaker 5: She laughed to see them dead desire that even now
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  Speaker 5: her life should tire, she laughed to think that to
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  Speaker 5: the earth they'd called her, that was full of mirth.
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  Speaker 5: And though before her horse's head thronged the wan legions
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  Speaker 5: of the dead, wanly attempting to stop her way, she
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  Speaker 5: halted not for their legions gray, but rode through the
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  Speaker 5: midnight's mystic noon under the far gaze of the moon.
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  Speaker 5: Then out from the dying woods at last into the
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  Speaker 5: moonlight plains she passed. The misty stars were almost dead,
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  Speaker 5: sunk in the heavens overhead. Well low down in the
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  Speaker 5: solemn skies. The white moon waned as one that dies
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  Speaker 5: solemnly through the misty air. She rode with gold gems
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  Speaker 5: in her hair, bright were her holy eyes divine, and
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  Speaker 5: red her lips as the red red wine. At last,
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  Speaker 5: in the un ceasing night, down from her pal threy
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  Speaker 5: she doth alight by the strange murmuring of the sea.
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  Speaker 5: She climbs the tall stair fearlessly, and cometh at last
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  Speaker 5: to her chamber, high beneath the wide face of the sky.
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  Speaker 5: At last, her journey being done, she hath her golden
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  Speaker 5: stays undone, and being a little wearied, hath laid her
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  Speaker 5: naked on her bed, thinking to slumber like the dead.
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  Speaker 5: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Changelessness by David Park Barnet's read for Lebrivox by Teagan Johnson.
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  Speaker 5: When death shall touch thy body, beautiful, and thou that
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  Speaker 5: art of all the earth most fair, shalt close thine
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  Speaker 5: eyes upon the shining air, an unadorned gold urn, to
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  Speaker 5: make full when that thou liest, quietly, unhearned in the
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  Speaker 5: dark bosom of the earth divine being turned unto a
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  Speaker 5: heap of ashes fine for love of whose white face
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  Speaker 5: all men have burned. Then in the earth, O beautiful
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  Speaker 5: white love, Thy beauty shall not wholly end and cease,
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  Speaker 5: when that thou art gone to endless peace, though all
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  Speaker 5: things beneath the sky above fade away. It knoweth not
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  Speaker 5: to die, but abideth changeless, endlessly. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 5: recording is in the public domain. Madonna by David Park
• 36:54
  Speaker 5: Barnet's read for LibriVox by t And Johnson. Anguish and
• 37:00
  Speaker 5: mourning are as gold to her. She weareth pain upon
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  Speaker 5: her as a gem, and on her head grief like
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  Speaker 5: a diadem, and as with frankincense, and tropic mirr. Her
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  Speaker 5: face is fragrant, made with utter woe. And on her
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  Speaker 5: purple gorgeous garment's hem madness and death and all the
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  Speaker 5: ways of them, and blazoned in a strange caressl show
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  Speaker 5: within her delicate face are all things met, And all
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  Speaker 5: the sad years and the dolorous days are but as
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  Speaker 5: jewels round her forehead. Set add but a little glory
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  Speaker 5: to her face, a little languor to her half closed
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  Speaker 5: eyes that smile so strangely under the far skies. End
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  Speaker 5: of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Poppy
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  Speaker 5: song by David Park Barnet's Red for LibriVox by Teag
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  Speaker 5: and Johnson. O poppy buds that in the golden air wave,
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  Speaker 5: heavy hanging censers of delight, give me an anodyne for
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  Speaker 5: my despair, Oh Crimson poppy blooms, O golden blight, O
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  Speaker 5: careless drunken, heavy poppy flowers, make that the day for
• 38:28
  Speaker 5: me be as night. Give me to lie down in
• 38:31
  Speaker 5: your drowsy bowers, that having breathed of your rich perfume,
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  Speaker 5: my soul may have all rest through all the hours.
• 38:40
  Speaker 5: So shall I lie within my little room while the
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  Speaker 5: poor tyrants of the world, go by restfully shrouded in
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  Speaker 5: your velvet gloom, beneath the wide face of the cloudless sky.
• 38:54
  Speaker 5: Even so when thou shalt eat of us, Even so
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  Speaker 5: thy life shall be a slap, empty of all things
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  Speaker 5: fierce and piteous, even as a sailor on the tossing
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  Speaker 5: deep hears vaguely the vein tumult on the shore, shouts
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  Speaker 5: of the fighters, songs of them that reap. Life is
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  Speaker 5: all vanity, a loathed sore, a scattered dust of vein
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  Speaker 5: and soiled heap. Thou shalt have golden rest forevermore. Oh
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  Speaker 5: poppy flowers, golden, sleepy sweet, Oh yellow, tawning, fading blooms
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  Speaker 5: of gold, Give unto me your holy fruit to eat.
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  Speaker 5: Make me forget all things above the mold, Make me
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  Speaker 5: forget that dolorous vow that sears not to be lesser
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  Speaker 5: than the great of old. Make me forget the heavy, old,
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  Speaker 5: dead years, and all that lives from out the writhing past,
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  Speaker 5: old struggles, dead ambitions, buried tears, and that white face
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  Speaker 5: that I shall see. The last sweet is forgetfulness, most sweet,
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  Speaker 5: to lie sunken from sorrow in our pleasant veil. But
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  Speaker 5: where the sun shines, and the clouds go by, even
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  Speaker 5: as to them that through deep waters sail, The toiling
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  Speaker 5: shore fades and becomes a sky, and evermore behind the
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  Speaker 5: billows fail sweet to forget the deathlike things that were
• 40:30
  Speaker 5: green pastures, where the clouds sail by on high dead
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  Speaker 5: sun dawns over pathless prairies, fair and suns long, sunk
• 40:40
  Speaker 5: beneath the wall of the sky, under the sun, my
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  Speaker 5: spirit lies alone, drunken with slumber and mild ecstasy. Sleep,
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  Speaker 5: sweet sleep, long. Unto my eyes, unknown drops on me
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  Speaker 5: as ripe fruit drops from a tree. My dim eyes
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  Speaker 5: see the valley poppy strown. The clouds fade, and the
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  Speaker 5: gold sun over me, and the world's murmur sounds within
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  Speaker 5: my lair, like some far tossing of some infinite sea.
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  Speaker 5: Within the heavy, slumber laden air, all fades, all fades
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  Speaker 5: and grows afar, afar, leaving my soul alone, empty of care,
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  Speaker 5: even as happy, long dead bodies are. Even so I
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  Speaker 5: slumber in my tireless clothes, while the whole world fades
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  Speaker 5: like a fading star, dies like the perfume of a
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  Speaker 5: dying rose. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 5: public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Consolation by David Park Barnets, read from librovox dot org
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  Speaker 3: by Larry Wilson. Among all sorrows, that my heart hath known,
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  Speaker 3: among all sorrows, that my spirit keep forever buried neath
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  Speaker 3: their mountains steep standeth one consolation. One alone, I know
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  Speaker 3: that Earth shall be for death a throne, and evermore
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  Speaker 3: within their burials deep the banded nations of the Earth
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  Speaker 3: shall sleep, sunken in sepulchers of sculptured stone. Then all
• 42:35
  Speaker 3: the world shall be a quietness, dead women, beautiful with
• 42:40
  Speaker 3: their delights, All they that had such striving and distress
• 42:45
  Speaker 3: and endless weariness. In all the lands, white faces, eager
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  Speaker 3: heart strings, soiled hands, and peace shall hold the valleys
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  Speaker 3: and the heights in the poem. Recording is in the public.
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  Speaker 6: Domain levistud by David park Barnet's red for LibriVox by
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  Speaker 6: Jennifer Beckett Wood. Thy splendor lighted face before mine eyes
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  Speaker 6: shines like a flaming sunset. Evermore, the only I behold
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  Speaker 6: on the Earth's floor, the only I behold within the skies.
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  Speaker 6: Thy coming on is like a conqueror before thy footsteps.
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  Speaker 6: The world's gloried eyes within mine ears Thy voice doth
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  Speaker 6: ever rise like a loud ocean beating on the shore.
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  Speaker 6: Thou art made kindred with eternity, daughter of glory, daughter
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  Speaker 6: of consolations. Thy face is set above the constellations of death.
• 43:52
  Speaker 6: O love, be I made one with thee that on
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  Speaker 6: thy holy lips, and in thy love the world may perish,
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  Speaker 6: and the light thereof Lo Now my life is gone
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  Speaker 6: unto eclipse upon thy perilous bosom. Lo I die faint
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  Speaker 6: with the utter hole of ecstasy, with unassuaged lips, against
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  Speaker 6: thy lips that can give no more joy. Lo at
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  Speaker 6: the place of utter joy, Lo at Joy's far off throne,
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  Speaker 6: which none shall reach. With eyes now weary grown, I
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  Speaker 6: lie slain at its utmost golden base. Yea we have
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  Speaker 6: called the white stars to behold are pale and fainting faces,
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  Speaker 6: sick with joy, oragle lips that shall death sting destroy.
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  Speaker 6: I have such bare life's cup upon thy breath. Kiss
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  Speaker 6: me to death. Lo Now our lips are cold. Wilt
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  Speaker 6: thou not bring new joy? Oh death, Oh death. End
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  Speaker 6: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Evening Song by David Park Barnet's read for LibriVox dot org.
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  Speaker 7: By public Domain scholar Evening song, Lo, all the passionate
• 45:15
  Speaker 7: pale evening, I lay between the breasts of my beloved,
• 45:18
  Speaker 7: among the lilies in the lily garden. The sky was pale,
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  Speaker 7: and all the sunset faded, and all the stars I
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  Speaker 7: saw not in the heaven, because the glory of her
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  Speaker 7: face above me I saw alone, wrapped in a dream
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  Speaker 7: of slumber.
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  Speaker 8: And Lo.
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  Speaker 7: She was more fair than all the lilies among the
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  Speaker 7: lilies in the lily garden, And all her hair was
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  Speaker 7: golden chains to bind me, and all her mouth was
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  Speaker 7: crimson fire to burn me. And all the world became
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  Speaker 7: as the wind before me, but as the wind before
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  Speaker 7: her face that passes among the lilies in the lily garden.
• 45:54
  Speaker 7: And low her face was fairer than the stars are,
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  Speaker 7: and low her breasts were wider than the moon, is
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  Speaker 7: whiter than the moon, and tipped with crimson coral.
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  Speaker 8: And Lo.
• 46:04
  Speaker 7: She bowed her body low before me and gave me
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  Speaker 7: of her joy unto fulfilling. She bowed her head, or
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  Speaker 7: to the stars, do homage before whose face the years
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  Speaker 7: wax dim and fading, before whose eyes the ages pass
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  Speaker 7: and vanish. Bout her low down before me, like a
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  Speaker 7: lily among the lilies in the lily garden. And now
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  Speaker 7: at last, I care not if the morning come at all,
• 46:29
  Speaker 7: or the pale stars half setting. Nay I care not
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  Speaker 7: if the whole world perish, perish and die, or if
• 46:36
  Speaker 7: the white stars falter. Nay I care not if the
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  Speaker 7: Knight for ever hold me by her, and all things
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  Speaker 7: half ceasing. YEA, because her lips are more than roses.
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  Speaker 9: YEA.
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  Speaker 7: Because her breasts are more than heaven.
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  Speaker 9: YEA.
• 46:50
  Speaker 7: Because her face is more than God is among the
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  Speaker 7: lilies in the lily garden. End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 7: is in the public domain.
• 47:05
  Speaker 4: Song of the Stars in Praise of Her by David
• 47:10
  Speaker 4: Park Bonnets read Bolybrivox dot Org by Allan Lawleigh. Song
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  Speaker 4: of the Stars in Praise of Her, O, starry light
• 47:23
  Speaker 4: of the dim universe, the night adoreth thee, the planets
• 47:30
  Speaker 4: high that rain far off within the desert sky. Praise
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  Speaker 4: thee as with the sound of Dulcimer's, and all the
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  Speaker 4: temples of the night rehearse thy solemn glory everlasting, O Thou,
• 47:53
  Speaker 4: for whom the Moon's pale lighted star, and all the
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  Speaker 4: planets and the milky gleam, but as a little of
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  Speaker 4: thy praising scene, and the great lights that swim through
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  Speaker 4: heaven afar, but the reflection of Thy glory are thou
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  Speaker 4: only art. These are but shine and dream. Thou art
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  Speaker 4: that height that doth the stars he loom, Thou art
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  Speaker 4: the glimmer of the moon divine. Or these are but
• 48:31
  Speaker 4: the garment that is thine. Thou art, the wonder and
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  Speaker 4: the glow, the bloom thou art, the lonely lamp in
• 48:43
  Speaker 4: nights great gloom, Thou art the sky light, the starry shine.
• 48:52
  Speaker 4: Starlight is but the glory of thy face. The shimmer
• 48:58
  Speaker 4: of the silver planets. Pale is but the dim effagance
• 49:04
  Speaker 4: of Thy bail, and the great passing of the nights
• 49:09
  Speaker 4: and days is all but as the perfume of Thy praise, Oh, Holy, Holy,
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  Speaker 4: Holy Hell, Oh hail, and of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 4: in the public domain. Oh Bad by David Park Bonnets
• 49:38
  Speaker 4: readbolibrivox dot org by Alan Lawley. Oh Bad. The lady
• 49:45
  Speaker 4: awoke before the gold gray dawn and had no joy
• 49:50
  Speaker 4: thereof what joy is mine? Of all the joy of love?
• 49:56
  Speaker 4: When love is gone, lo alle, the air is strange
• 50:02
  Speaker 4: unto mine eyes lo, all the stars are dead. Only
• 50:09
  Speaker 4: the moon appeareth overhead as one that dies.
• 50:16
  Speaker 3: Lo.
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  Speaker 4: All the garden lieth desolate and very strange to see.
• 50:22
  Speaker 4: Wherein the roses and the grass for me blossom'd of late,
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  Speaker 4: oh rose garden, wherein my roses grew o odorous dim ways.
• 50:38
  Speaker 4: Why are ye strange to me? As perish'd days and cold?
• 50:45
  Speaker 4: WI do through the wide window creeps the cold, sweet air,
• 50:53
  Speaker 4: faint with sweet rose perfume, and stealeth o'er my body
• 50:59
  Speaker 4: in the gloom, and o'er my hair. Surely I have
• 51:05
  Speaker 4: drunk full of love's delight, But now my lips are cold,
• 51:11
  Speaker 4: while the pale day in silence doth behold the dying
• 51:16
  Speaker 4: night and of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 51:30
  Speaker 4: Remember by David Parkbarnet's readfolibrivox dot org by Alan Lawley.
• 51:39
  Speaker 4: Remember remember ye whom the sky's delight, whose faces flame
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  Speaker 4: with the falling sun, that after sunset cometh the night
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  Speaker 4: that sorrow followeth all delight, When love and lover and
• 52:02
  Speaker 4: love are one, O ye, whose days are as sands
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  Speaker 4: that run one house there is unknown of delight, one
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  Speaker 4: garden is there beloved of none one place there is
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  Speaker 4: unsecene of the sun, remember ye whom the skies delight,
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  Speaker 4: and of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 52:44
  Speaker 4: Song by David Parkbarnets read bolibrivox dot org by Alan Lawley.
• 52:53
  Speaker 4: Song she hath lived the life of a rose. She
• 52:58
  Speaker 4: that was fair blown on by the summer air, grown
• 53:04
  Speaker 4: tall in a golden close, and ending is set to
• 53:10
  Speaker 4: delight Now those art as grass, as the leaves, as
• 53:16
  Speaker 4: the blossoms that pass made pale at the touch of
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  Speaker 4: the night. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 4: public domain. Song by David Park Bonnets readbolyibrivox dot org
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  Speaker 4: by Alan Lawley. Song cometh a day and a night,
• 53:48
  Speaker 4: when the lamps of life burned dim, When peace is
• 53:53
  Speaker 4: secured for delight and poppies for the red rose flower,
• 53:59
  Speaker 4: When the lamp of life burned dim, cometh the day
• 54:04
  Speaker 4: and the night, A day and the night and an
• 54:09
  Speaker 4: hour cometh the end of the years, when the cheeks
• 54:15
  Speaker 4: have the lilies bloom, when slumber is given for tears,
• 54:21
  Speaker 4: and the breasts to the worm belong. When the cheeks
• 54:26
  Speaker 4: have the lilies bloom, cometh the end of the years,
• 54:32
  Speaker 4: As silence after the song cometh a day and the
• 54:37
  Speaker 4: night for him to whom all is thrown, whose own
• 54:44
  Speaker 4: is the bosom white, whose own are the lips of gold.
• 54:51
  Speaker 4: For him to whom all is thrown, cometh the day
• 54:56
  Speaker 4: and the night, to have and to own and to hold.
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  Speaker 4: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 55:15
  Speaker 4: Constancy by David Parkbarnets Readfolibrivox dot Org by Allan Lawley Constancy.
• 55:27
  Speaker 4: Surely thy face love is a little pale, and somewhat
• 55:32
  Speaker 4: wean thy lips that were so red. And though my
• 55:38
  Speaker 4: kisses might raise up the dead to waken thy deep sleep,
• 55:45
  Speaker 4: thy naught avail before thy stillness. Some poor men might wail,
• 55:52
  Speaker 4: But I shall not desert thy holy bed, although thy
• 55:58
  Speaker 4: passionate lips have no words said, and thine adored breasts
• 56:05
  Speaker 4: are gold like hail. Thou art gone down to death,
• 56:11
  Speaker 4: Thou art gone down, and the dead things shall nestle
• 56:16
  Speaker 4: in thy hair, and the dust shall profane thy golden crown,
• 56:24
  Speaker 4: and the worms shall consume thy perfect face. Even so,
• 56:31
  Speaker 4: but death shall bring thee no disgrace, and the stars
• 56:38
  Speaker 4: I cry Thou art most.
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  Speaker 7: Fair and of poem.
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  Speaker 4: This recording is in the public Domain Requiem by David
• 56:57
  Speaker 4: Park Barnets read for LibriVox dot Org by Allan Lawley, Requiem,
• 57:06
  Speaker 4: White Rose Perfume, Go with THEE on thy way unto
• 57:11
  Speaker 4: thy shaded tomb. Low music, for lightly, as autumn leaves
• 57:18
  Speaker 4: about thy solemn pale faith incess, rise from many a
• 57:24
  Speaker 4: censer swung above thy closed eyes. And the sounds of
• 57:29
  Speaker 4: them that prey make thy low, bare and holy thing.
• 57:36
  Speaker 4: To be that all the beauty underneath the sun carries
• 57:42
  Speaker 4: unto the clay odor of musk and roses make sweet
• 57:49
  Speaker 4: thy crimson lips, whereon my soul hath gone to deep eclipse.
• 57:56
  Speaker 4: Poppies and violets scent be for thy burial length, and
• 58:03
  Speaker 4: every flower that sweetest smell discloses upon thy breast, before
• 58:10
  Speaker 4: which all my spirit hath bowed down. White lilies rest,
• 58:17
  Speaker 4: And for a crown upon thy mortal head be poppies red,
• 58:24
  Speaker 4: and for eternal peace be popp is strown upon thy
• 58:29
  Speaker 4: holy eyes. To also these shall cease turning to that
• 58:36
  Speaker 4: which man is when he dies, And poppi is on
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  Speaker 4: thy unassuaged mouth, be strown, until death shall be done
• 58:47
  Speaker 4: with thee, until the white worms shall be won with
• 58:53
  Speaker 4: thee and of poem. This recording is in the Puppa Domain.
• 59:06
  Speaker 4: Autumn Burial by David Parkbarnets Redbolibrivox dot Org by Alan Lawley,
• 59:17
  Speaker 4: Autumn Burial. The moon shone fall that night and filled
• 59:23
  Speaker 4: with misty light. The Solomon clouds hung white above her paw,
• 59:32
  Speaker 4: waiting the golden dawn. The silent woods stood wane, while
• 59:40
  Speaker 4: through their aisles moved on her funeral.
• 59:45
  Speaker 1: Paley.
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  Speaker 4: Their torches flare, while rope in white they bare her corpse.
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  Speaker 4: That was most fair of them that day by sleeping forests,
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  Speaker 4: tall and woods funeral through the decaying fall. Beneath the sky,
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  Speaker 4: the orbed moon looks down upon her golden crown. From
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  Speaker 4: out the forest brown the wood things stare the holy
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  Speaker 4: stars behold her woven hair of gold, and slumbering and cold,
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  Speaker 4: her bosom bare. The moon shines full or head, and they,
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  Speaker 4: with bowed head about her body, dead in silence, stand
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  Speaker 4: there where no foot hath trod. They bury her with
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  Speaker 4: sod alone, with only God in all the land. Tall
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  Speaker 4: forests stand around about her grassy mound, and over all
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  Speaker 4: the ground like shadows. Or she neath the passing moon
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  Speaker 4: sees not the shadows strewn, sunk in her golden swoon forevermore,
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  Speaker 4: and of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Sonnet of Burial by David Park Barnets, read forlibrivox dot
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  Speaker 4: Org by Alan Lawley. Sonnet of Burial. Now that the
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  Speaker 4: earth thy buried corpse do hold. Now that thy soul
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  Speaker 4: that hath so much desired, is gone down to the
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  Speaker 4: place faces of the tired, far from the dawning and
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  Speaker 4: the starlight cold. Thine eyes shall not again the sun behold.
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  Speaker 4: Now shall thy body that all men have fired, have ceasing,
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  Speaker 4: and thy grave shall be admired, that that the fairest
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  Speaker 4: thing or the earth enfold. Now that thine ashes are
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  Speaker 4: all buried, and thou art gone to slumber with the blessed,
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  Speaker 4: thy buried body shall be no more distressed, being now
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  Speaker 4: numbered with the pleasant dead. Thine eyes forever more have
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  Speaker 4: ceased from weeping, for ever more thy spirit shall have sleeping.
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  Speaker 7: And of poem.
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  Speaker 4: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 10: Nocturne by David park Barnet, read for Librevox by gilah
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  Speaker 10: Tzarb freeburg Lo How the moon beloved far in the
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  Speaker 10: heavens gleaming o'er the ocean, dreaming her pallid light doth
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  Speaker 10: row Lo where the endless ocean, where softly the night
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  Speaker 10: wind bloweth into the darkness, floweth thither At last, I
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  Speaker 10: go listen, how sweet the ocean unto our spirit, sayeth,
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  Speaker 10: and lo, where our pinnace lieth awaiting with sails unfurled.
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  Speaker 10: Come thou with me, beloved, Come thou, with heart unquailing
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  Speaker 10: there where no ships come sailing out of the dreary world.
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  Speaker 10: Come thou with me, beloved, out of the world and
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  Speaker 10: its seeming, where all things are only dreaming and shadows
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  Speaker 10: all we know. The heart hath not found its longing here,
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  Speaker 10: nor shall find it ever. Behold of my life's endeavor
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  Speaker 10: remaineth only woe behold my desire. My anguish, trouble, and
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  Speaker 10: toil surpassing are all but as shadows passing shadows the
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  Speaker 10: fame thereof Here, where the heart attaineth not what the
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  Speaker 10: heart desireth, Where beauty too early tireth, and kisses mean
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  Speaker 10: not love. Here, where what man hath desired he shall
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  Speaker 10: not find forever, but ever and only ever, unending vanity.
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  Speaker 10: Not in this world, beloved, my only longing hideth But
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  Speaker 10: in farther lands abideth, and over a wider sea. There
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  Speaker 10: when the spring shall blossom. There, when the winter is vanished,
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  Speaker 10: my spirit that long was banished, shall come to its home,
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  Speaker 10: though late, there in mine olden kingdom, where nothing is transitory, I,
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  Speaker 10: in exceeding glory, shall hold mine ancient state.
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  Speaker 8: Here.
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  Speaker 10: Let us leave our anguish here at the hour of leaving.
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  Speaker 10: Leave we our woe and grieving, Like garments long outworn.
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  Speaker 10: Leave we are mortal sorrow, our longing and our repenting,
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  Speaker 10: the anguish and the lamenting that made our hearts to mourn.
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  Speaker 10: Others may weep and anguish, others may talk of laughter,
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  Speaker 10: and ever a little after sorrow is theirs the more.
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  Speaker 10: But we two have done with laughter and sadness. That
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  Speaker 10: hath no reason. We two, in the springtime season push
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  Speaker 10: out from the weary shore. Past are the storms of winter.
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  Speaker 10: Past is the rainy weather. Past, are the snows together
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  Speaker 10: with sadness and sorrowing. Past are the rains, beloved, Past
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  Speaker 10: is the time of weeping, and lo o'er the green
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  Speaker 10: earth sleeping laugheth the world wide spring. Come thou with me, beloved, Oh,
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  Speaker 10: let us now be starting all things at the hour
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  Speaker 10: of parting, shall be made new for thee. Listen, how
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  Speaker 10: sweet the ocean, unto our spirits colleth softly, the starlight
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  Speaker 10: falleth over the dreaming sea fadeth the land beloved, that
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  Speaker 10: long hath our spirits tired before us, Lies that desired
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  Speaker 10: far country, strange and new, far off, Lies that dreamed
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  Speaker 10: of country eternally fair and blessed, eternally undistressed. Far over
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  Speaker 10: the ocean blue. Knowest thou the land beloved, year long,
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  Speaker 10: with gentle motion, There the unending ocean batheth the tropic shore.
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  Speaker 10: There never storms blow loudly. There never wet rain falleth. There,
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  Speaker 10: never loud wind colleth, nor stormy waters roar. Fairer the
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  Speaker 10: stars that lighten there than to us is given There
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  Speaker 10: in a fairer heaven shineth a larger moon, fair stand
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  Speaker 10: the castle's golden there, and o'er stranger flowers there through
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  Speaker 10: the long long hours. The wandering breeze is swoon there
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  Speaker 10: in that land beloved. Is never a sound of living,
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  Speaker 10: never is heard thanksgiving there, nor the noise of moan. There,
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  Speaker 10: naught is heard of sorrow, and nothing is there begotten
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  Speaker 10: There with all life forgotten. We too shall come alone there, oh,
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  Speaker 10: my one beloved, through twilight, never closing, We too shall sit,
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  Speaker 10: reposing forever.
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  Speaker 1: Thou with me.
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  Speaker 10: There need the stars eternal, We too shall sit we
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  Speaker 10: only while from the heavens lonely the moon sinks in
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  Speaker 10: the sea. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 10: public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Mad sonnet by David Park Barnets read for LibriVox by
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  Speaker 2: Brian Fullon. Lo In the night, I cry out in
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  Speaker 2: the night, God, and my voice show how into the sky.
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  Speaker 2: I am weary of seeing shapeless things that fly and
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  Speaker 2: flap into my face in their vile flight. I am
• 1:08:56
  Speaker 2: weary of dead things that crowd into my sight. I
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  Speaker 2: am of hearing horrible corpses that cry God. I am
• 1:09:04
  Speaker 2: weary of that lidless sigh that comes and stares at me, Oh,
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  Speaker 2: God of Light, all all the world has become a
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  Speaker 2: dead blur. God, God, and I, stricken with hideous blight,
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  Speaker 2: crouch in the black corners, and I dare not stir.
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  Speaker 2: I am all weary of my evil plight. If thou
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  Speaker 2: art not a dead corpse in thy sky, send thou
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  Speaker 2: down death into my loathed sky. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 2: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: The House of Youth by David park barnis read bolibrivox
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  Speaker 4: dot org by Alan Lawley. The House of Youth far
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  Speaker 4: in the melancholy hills. It stands far off and through
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  Speaker 4: the vista of the years, down which my soul, it's
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  Speaker 4: hapless journey, steers. Its flames a fire to lighten o'er
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  Speaker 4: the lands, a fire that burns me, and a flame
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  Speaker 4: that brands me whose dead days pass slow as heavy tears.
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  Speaker 4: The road my footsteps tread is dim, and still their
• 1:10:39
  Speaker 4: darkness abides, and silence endlessly. And the low way mine
• 1:10:46
  Speaker 4: eyes can scarcely see. And yet the light and sound
• 1:10:53
  Speaker 4: from that far hill, like the sky's fire, my weary
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  Speaker 4: pathway fall, so that it seems a place of.
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  Speaker 3: Light to be.
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  Speaker 4: The world is but a background for it. There there
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  Speaker 4: where it stands loud like a beaten leer, and flames
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  Speaker 4: blood red like some vast funeral pire. Whereat my heart
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  Speaker 4: to fail, doth not forbear of all the things that
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  Speaker 4: have been made, so only the house remains a quenchless fire.
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  Speaker 4: Our God, that this thing were not in the world.
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  Speaker 4: The hate for house that flames with light and song
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  Speaker 4: and weary singing all the ages. Long ah, that even
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  Speaker 4: this might, in the dust be held and crushed and slain,
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  Speaker 4: even as my heart were curled. The kindly armies of
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  Speaker 4: the worm do throng. YEA, surely I have seen it
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  Speaker 4: long ago, far sunken in the weary dust of time. YEA,
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  Speaker 4: surely even that stare so hard to climb. I climbed
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  Speaker 4: and strode its hallways to and fro the which were
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  Speaker 4: bright with many lamps, aglow and loud, with choristers in
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  Speaker 4: ceaseless chime.
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  Speaker 7: And of poem.
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  Speaker 4: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: The pros by Devon Park Pardners read Librovox dot org
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  Speaker 3: by Larry Wilson. Out of the Grave, Oh God, I
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  Speaker 3: call to thee be thou not deaf unto my dolorous cry.
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  Speaker 3: My soul has fallen down into the sty, and the
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  Speaker 3: dead things are crawling over me. Oh Thou, my God,
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  Speaker 3: give me the worm to flee out from the pit's depths.
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  Speaker 3: I would rise on high again. Am I fallen down
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  Speaker 3: into the grave. My soul is sunken in the place
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  Speaker 3: of slime. I am too weak its loathed walls to climb.
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  Speaker 3: Thou only thou, o God, art strong to save low
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  Speaker 3: in mine eyes the worms have made their cave, and
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  Speaker 3: squatting toads oppress me all the time. Yea, from this
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  Speaker 3: pit I have crawled out before with groans and cries,
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  Speaker 3: in many a dolorous fall, I have climbed up its
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  Speaker 3: impregnable wall. I shall not rise now from its slimy floor.
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  Speaker 3: O God, here thou my lamentable call, or from the grave,
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  Speaker 3: I come not evermore. I am become a housing for
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  Speaker 3: the toad. All things are fled wherein I took delight.
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  Speaker 3: There is no joy here, and there is no light.
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  Speaker 3: Oh God, Oh God, I have reaped what I sowed.
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  Speaker 3: I am become a dead thing in the night, and
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  Speaker 3: in my heart the worms have their abode. Lo from
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  Speaker 3: my body. All my might is fled, and all the
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  Speaker 3: light is gone. Out of mine eyes. Mine ears hear
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  Speaker 3: only lamentable cries, and idless things stand round about my head.
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  Speaker 3: I am made as a man that slowly dies. I
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  Speaker 3: am made as a man already dead in the poem.
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  Speaker 3: This recording is in the Public Domaiden.
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  Speaker 8: Prayer by David Park Barnett, read for Libri vox by
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  Speaker 8: Mark Schmingers. In time of plague, Holy pestles, Holy pestlens,
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  Speaker 8: grid thee with might, holy pestilence. Come thou upon them,
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  Speaker 8: Come thou at night, Holy pestlens. Put on thy mantle,
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  Speaker 8: put on thy crown, Holy pestlens. Come on the cities,
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  Speaker 8: Come and strike down, Holy pestlens. Let them all perish.
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  Speaker 8: Touch with thy breath, Holy pestilence. Let them grow rotten,
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  Speaker 8: molding in death, Holy pestilence. Put on thy garments, a
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  Speaker 8: crown on thy head, Holy pestilence. Let all the nations
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  Speaker 8: fall at thy tread, Holy pestilence. Let them all perish,
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  Speaker 8: Let them be dead, Holy pestlence. Then shall the cities
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  Speaker 8: sink with thy might, Holy pestilence. They shall lie desert
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  Speaker 8: plague struck at night Holy pestilence. Then shall the rulers,
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  Speaker 8: crowned with the crown Holy pestilence, feeling them stricken real
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  Speaker 8: and fall down Holy pestilence. Then shall the nations faint
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  Speaker 8: with thy breath Holy pestilence. Then shall the valleys be
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  Speaker 8: cover'd with death, Holy pestilence. Peasant with ruler, body, with head,
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  Speaker 8: holy pestilence, all shall be stricken under thy tread holy pestilence,
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  Speaker 8: all shall be rotten, all shall be dead in a point.
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  Speaker 8: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Cestets by David Park Barnets red bolibrivox dot Org by
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  Speaker 4: Allan Lorle Cestetes, Thou shalt rejoice for woe the pallid
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  Speaker 4: bublet old that hoes thy lives. Dull wine is made
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  Speaker 4: thereby divine, stained with a purple glow, and wrought in
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  Speaker 4: stranger gold from the sut leaves of pain. We have
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  Speaker 4: one joy again death. Shall they not distress That sleepy
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  Speaker 4: bitterness to thy kissed lips shall be the supreme ecstasy.
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  Speaker 4: Put ashes on your golden body, bear puercnt as musk,
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  Speaker 4: bittersweet as to die, ashes upon your arms that grow
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  Speaker 4: not old, and on your unassuaged lips of gold. So
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  Speaker 4: we will wanton in Love's sepulcher and mock the face
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  Speaker 4: of death with blasphemy. I love you more than death,
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  Speaker 4: your mournful head, your shrouding hair, and your unfathomed eyes,
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  Speaker 4: and your white body, beautiful alas priestess and victim in
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  Speaker 4: Love's holy mass, your flesh that loves and loving ever dies.
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  Speaker 4: I could not love you more if you were dead.
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  Speaker 4: Death is death. The little host that squirms, the smell,
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  Speaker 4: the dark, the coffin closed, and I so soft, so soft,
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  Speaker 4: no movement, and no breath, no ears, no nose, no
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  Speaker 4: eye paws. Death is death. The sepulcher, no sight, no sound,
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  Speaker 4: no cry, and always death is death. The worms, the worms.
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  Speaker 4: Not for your evil is my spirit sad I mourned
• 1:20:22
  Speaker 4: because you are not really bad, because your beauties perfect
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  Speaker 4: cruelty is every marred with pity and distress, and you
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  Speaker 4: still show within your wickedness the bore, still weakness of humanity.
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  Speaker 4: I am as one that bursteth for all things, as
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  Speaker 4: one that holdeth to his lips the cup with lowered
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  Speaker 4: eyes searching a wine's dull flame. No thing may I
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  Speaker 4: refuse among all things, till, having drained unto its dregs,
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  Speaker 4: the cup I may return into the astral flame.
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  Speaker 7: Heart.
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  Speaker 4: We have wholly drained the cup of sadness, and founding
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  Speaker 4: sadness no reality. Now from the night of sadness. Let
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  Speaker 4: us go henceforward, let us drain the cup of gladness,
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  Speaker 4: and finding gladness no reality from sadness then and gladness,
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  Speaker 4: let us go, And of poem this recording is in
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  Speaker 4: the public domain.
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  Speaker 11: Sonnet of the Instruments of Death by David Parkbarnet's read
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  Speaker 11: for LibriVox dot org by Nita hibberd adorned daggers, ruby,
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  Speaker 11: hilted swords, huge, mortal serpents in gold volumes rolled, all
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  Speaker 11: holy poisons in wrought cups of gold, unfailing crucifixes of
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  Speaker 11: strong cords, mortal baptismal waters without fords. Wherein lies Death's
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  Speaker 11: communicants untold? Which of these instruments, blessed and old is
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  Speaker 11: mitist for Life's purple robed lords? Ye that commune in
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  Speaker 11: death siborium, of all the vessels in his sacristy, which
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  Speaker 11: will ye choose to make of you a claud sharp swords,
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  Speaker 11: bright lightnings, orient opium. All these brave souls are of
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  Speaker 11: one sanctity, always are good, whereby ye pass to God.
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  Speaker 11: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 11: Truth by David Park Barnet's read for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 11: by Anita Hibbert. It is not that I have not
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  Speaker 11: sought Thy face ceaselessly through the world eternal lie more
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  Speaker 11: than all things, and throughout every place which, having seen
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  Speaker 11: I were content to die. But I have sought thee
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  Speaker 11: and I have not found. Wherefore my soul is banished
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  Speaker 11: from delight and sitteth joyless as a madman, bound seeing
• 1:24:05
  Speaker 11: vained visions in the loathed night. I know not even
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  Speaker 11: that I do not know, but all things waver before
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  Speaker 11: me to and fro as one half head that would
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  Speaker 11: be dead. I lie, and thou death, if thy face
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  Speaker 11: be really fair, I know not, or but renewal of vanity.
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  Speaker 11: Wherefore mine eyes have seen the last despair. End of poem.
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  Speaker 11: This recording is in the public domain. Hegel by David
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  Speaker 11: Park Barnet's read for LibriVox dot Org by Anita Hibberd.
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  Speaker 11: Because my hope is dead, my heart a stone. I
• 1:25:05
  Speaker 11: read the words that Hagel once did write, an idiot,
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  Speaker 11: gibbering in the dark alone, till on my heart and
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  Speaker 11: vision fill the night. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 11: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 9: Monotony by David Park Barnet's read for LibriVox by M. F.
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  Speaker 9: Q One. A dead corpse full of wormy questionings. Beneath
• 1:25:44
  Speaker 9: the open sky, my soul lies dead, shameless and rotten,
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  Speaker 9: and unburied, for whom eternity no difference brings only the wind.
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  Speaker 9: My loathed incense flings afar afar, only above my head.
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  Speaker 9: Day passes, night returns when day is fled, unchangeable return
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  Speaker 9: of changeless things. Unto the dead, all things bring only pain,
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  Speaker 9: and evermore. My perished heart is woe for the vile
• 1:26:17
  Speaker 9: worms that not lying low, while the dead days like
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  Speaker 9: to an endless chain, pass ever o'er my body cruelly slow,
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  Speaker 9: and evermore with pain return again. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 9: recording is in the public domain. Sepulture by David Park
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  Speaker 9: Barnet's read for LibriVox by M. F. Q One. My
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  Speaker 9: heart is but a tune, where vain and cold, my
• 1:26:54
  Speaker 9: dead hopes lie and coffin There my pride lies dead,
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  Speaker 9: and my life's gladness chrus. And there my morning joy
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  Speaker 9: long turned to mold. And there like once loved corpses
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  Speaker 9: dead and old, my victory that long long since hath died,
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  Speaker 9: And all my hopes lie shrouded side by side for
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  Speaker 9: whom no eyes have wept, no dirges told, And there
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  Speaker 9: insensate on the darkened floor despair. A maniac still doth
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  Speaker 9: howl and scream Among all these long dead alive alone
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  Speaker 9: among these things, I sit upon the throne an endless
• 1:27:37
  Speaker 9: contemplation evermore, nor these suffice to break my iron dream.
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  Speaker 9: End of poem. This recording is in the Public Domains.
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  Speaker 12: By David Backbonnets read Philipprivox dot Org In last hopeless
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  Speaker 12: depth of Hell's dark tomb, wherein I sat for eye
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  Speaker 12: with bowed head, in anguish and great sorrow, buried whene'er sun,
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  Speaker 12: the blackness doth illumee I saw pass by me through
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  Speaker 12: the bitter gloom, all them whom life, with deepest grief
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  Speaker 12: hath fed, whom also here among the hopeless dead, through
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  Speaker 12: hell pursueth manic gnashing doom me there for ever, crushed
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  Speaker 12: to hopeless stone, they passed by, all the damn'd they
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  Speaker 12: shall not know through all eternity, but only a woe.
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  Speaker 12: Now hear no sound but sound of them that groan,
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  Speaker 12: and unto me that sat than these more law, these
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  Speaker 12: seem'd like happy gods that heaven on. They passed away,
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  Speaker 12: and there in hell alone my heart took up again.
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  Speaker 12: It's ancient war. End of boem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 12: the public to.
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  Speaker 9: Mean Scorn by David Park Barnet's read for LibriVox by M.
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  Speaker 13: FQ.
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  Speaker 9: One dead, am I, and ye triumph or me dead,
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  Speaker 9: Ye that within mine eyes have found your home, Ye
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  Speaker 9: that are soft and blind and white like foam, Ye
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  Speaker 9: that have made of me your meat and bread. And
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  Speaker 9: to the worms I am abandoned over my flesh. Their
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  Speaker 9: loathed cohorts roam upon my heart, where too their hosts
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  Speaker 9: have clomb their hungry lips shall ever more be fed.
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  Speaker 9: Here Am I but a dead corpse in a tomb.
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  Speaker 9: I shall not out from my accursed abode, inhabited by
• 1:29:57
  Speaker 9: the dull worm and the toad. Ye file sojourners in
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  Speaker 9: my rotten room torment me with your everlasting goad. I
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  Speaker 9: scorn you till the end shall come of doom. End
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  Speaker 9: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 13: The Grave by David Park Barnett's Red for Libverery Box
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  Speaker 13: by Marissa D. Six. The loathed worms are crawling over
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  Speaker 13: me all the dead hours about my buried head. Their soft,
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  Speaker 13: intolerable mouths are gathered, and in my dead eyes that
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  Speaker 13: have ceased to see. I am full of worms and rotten,
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  Speaker 13: utterly dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead.
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  Speaker 13: The lifeless earth lies close against mine eyes. I know
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  Speaker 13: that I have rotted long ago. My limbs are made
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  Speaker 13: one with the worms. I know where all my head
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  Speaker 13: and body putrefies. So in the earth my coffined order
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  Speaker 13: lies within my loathed shambles, straight and low. There is
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  Speaker 13: no thing now where my face hath been, and all
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  Speaker 13: my flesh lie soft upon the floor. Unto my heart,
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  Speaker 13: the worms have found a door, and all my body
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  Speaker 13: is to the worms. Akin they long time since their
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  Speaker 13: feasting did begin, and they shall part not from me evermore.
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  Speaker 13: Here lie I stretched out through the rotting years. And
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  Speaker 13: I am surely weary of the grave. And I I
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  Speaker 13: have sometimes thought that I might rave, and my two
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  Speaker 13: perished eyes almost shed tears. There is no one that sees,
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  Speaker 13: and none that hears. I shall not out from my
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  Speaker 13: corrupted cave. Here now forever, with the lustful worms. I
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  Speaker 13: lie within my putrid, sunken sty, And through eternity my
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  Speaker 13: soul shall die. O Thou, toward whom all my dead
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  Speaker 13: spirit squirms forevermore. I love THEE through all terms, until
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  Speaker 13: the dead stars wrought in the black sky. End of poem.
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  Speaker 13: This recording is in the public domain. Mummy by David
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  Speaker 13: Park Barnet's read for Libbryvox by Maricity thou Art at
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  Speaker 13: last made perfect from the estate of mushy life, death.
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  Speaker 13: Hath thee petrified, the soft, the flowing, and the putrefied
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  Speaker 13: that made thee up is by that artist great now
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  Speaker 13: crystallized unto a changeless state. That thing thou walk'st nosed
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  Speaker 13: and eared and eyed eternally severely doth abide sunk from
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  Speaker 13: the bands of them that drank and ate. Green mummies
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  Speaker 13: walk above thy walled gloom, unripened mummies. They intemperate seek
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  Speaker 13: in life's beauty, their high crowned doom in vain. But
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  Speaker 13: thee no passion doth illume stiff in the musked darkness
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  Speaker 13: of the tomb, hard in stiff bands of red and
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  Speaker 13: knockerot end of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 13: Sepulchral Life by David Park Barnet's read for Liberyvox by
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  Speaker 13: Marissa D. Six Low. All the world as some vast corpse,
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  Speaker 13: long dead, fadeth and perisheth, and doth decay even as
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  Speaker 13: a corpse in whose unhonored clay the worms have long
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  Speaker 13: the inmost secrets read even as a corpse, upon whose
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  Speaker 13: lowly head the sun beats and the holy rain doth play,
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  Speaker 13: even as a corpse, whereof the people say we would
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  Speaker 13: that these dead bones were buried. Even so, and in
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  Speaker 13: the earth's vast sepulcher, our fainting souls, their doubtful footsteps
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  Speaker 13: bear dreaming of that which no dead men may see.
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  Speaker 13: And in our passage to the second death, we whisper
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  Speaker 13: strange names with our pesty breath of love and honor
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  Speaker 13: and great victory. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 13: the public domain. Corpse by David Park Barnet's read for
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  Speaker 13: Liberyvox by Marissa D. Six A dead corpse crowned with
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  Speaker 13: a crown of gold sits throned beneath the sky's gigantic
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  Speaker 13: paul gold garments from its rotted shoulders fall and regal
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  Speaker 13: purple robes funereal before its a vast processional goes by
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  Speaker 13: with offerings for its great knees. Cold, its soft hand
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  Speaker 13: doth a golden scepter hold, and in its flesh lie
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  Speaker 13: sleeping worms uprolled. They that pass ceaseless by see not
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  Speaker 13: at all. They know not that beneath its garments fold
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  Speaker 13: is but a corpse, rotted and dead and tall. He
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  Speaker 13: is a cursed that sees it dead and old. He
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  Speaker 13: is a cursed that sees the white worms call for him.
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  Speaker 13: For him have funeral dirges told. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 13: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Mankind by David Park Barnet's red for Librivos by Brian Fullen.
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  Speaker 2: They do not know that they are wholly dead, nor
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  Speaker 2: that their bodies are to thee worm given o'er they
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  Speaker 2: pass beneath the sky forever more with their dead flesh,
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  Speaker 2: the earth is cumbered. Each day they drink of wine
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  Speaker 2: and eat of bread, and do the things that they
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  Speaker 2: have done before. And yet their hearts are rotten to
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  Speaker 2: the core, and from their eyes the light of life
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  Speaker 2: is fled. Surely the sun is weary of their breath.
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  Speaker 2: They have no ears, and they are dumb and blind.
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  Speaker 2: Long time their bodies hunger for the grave. How long,
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  Speaker 2: o God, shall these dead corpses rave? When shall the
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  Speaker 2: earth be clean of human kind? When shall the sky
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  Speaker 2: cease to behold this death? End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 2: is in the public domain. The Defilers by David Park
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  Speaker 2: Barnet's read for Librivochs by Brian Fullen. O endless idiocy
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  Speaker 2: of human kind, O blatant dead, that howl and scream
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  Speaker 2: and roar, O strange dead things the worms have gamboled for,
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  Speaker 2: Oh dull and senseless, foolish, mad and blind? How long
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  Speaker 2: now shall your scent defile the wind? How long shall
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  Speaker 2: you make vile the Earth's wide floor?
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  Speaker 3: How long?
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  Speaker 2: How long? Oh waiting ages war, shall the white dawn
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  Speaker 2: their gaping faces find, oh vile and simple, blind of
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  Speaker 2: heart and mind? When shall your last wave roll forevermore
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  Speaker 2: back from the sick and long defiled shore? When shall
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  Speaker 2: the grave, the last dead carcass bind, Oh shameless humankind,
• 1:39:21
  Speaker 2: Oh dead, oh dead? When shall your rottenness be buried?
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  Speaker 2: End of poem? This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 13: The Grotesques by David Park Barnett's read for libby Vox
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  Speaker 13: by Mauric Dy six one. I saw a dead corpse
• 1:39:51
  Speaker 13: lying in a tomb, long buried and rotten to the core. Behold,
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  Speaker 13: this corpse shall know not ever more aught that may
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  Speaker 13: be outside its wormy room. It lies uncovered in the pesty, gloom,
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  Speaker 13: eyeless and earless, on the charnel floor, while in its
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  Speaker 13: nameless corpse, the wormlets hoar make in its separated brain
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  Speaker 13: their room, And in that charnel that no lights allom
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  Speaker 13: it shrieked of things that lay outside its door. And
• 1:40:29
  Speaker 13: while the still worms threw its soft heart bore it
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  Speaker 13: lay and reasoned of the ways of doom. And in
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  Speaker 13: its head thoughts moved as in a womb, and in
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  Speaker 13: its heart the worms lie ever more. Two I saw
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  Speaker 13: a dead corpse in a haughty car, whom in a
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  Speaker 13: high tomb phantom horse's bore I to and fro upon
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  Speaker 13: the scattered floor. His dead eyes starred as though they
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  Speaker 13: looked afar his gold wheels, myriad perished souls did mar,
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  Speaker 13: while through his flesh the ravenous wormlets tore. He in
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  Speaker 13: whose eyes the worm was conqueror held his high head
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  Speaker 13: unmoved like a star. And as with loud sound and
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  Speaker 13: reverberant jar, and as with splash of crushed flesh and
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  Speaker 13: dull roar, the death car thundered past the tomb wall's hoar.
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  Speaker 13: Within those dead dominions, the dead tsar received his plaudits
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  Speaker 13: where dead bodies are, and in his heart the worms
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  Speaker 13: lie evermore. Three I saw a dead corpse making a
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  Speaker 13: strange cry. With dead feet planted on a high tomb's floor,
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  Speaker 13: The dead stand round with faces that implore his dead
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  Speaker 13: hands bless them stretched forth on high. And art thou God,
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  Speaker 13: and art thou majesty, And art thou he whom all
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  Speaker 13: the dead adore, And art thou he that hath the
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  Speaker 13: skies in store, nay nay, dead dust, dead dust and vanity.
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  Speaker 13: And wouldst thou rise up to the lighted sky. Nay nay,
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  Speaker 13: thy limbs are rotten on the floor. Thou shalt not
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  Speaker 13: out from thy polluted sty Thou wouldst become divinity once more,
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  Speaker 13: Thou dreamest of splendor that shall never die. And in
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  Speaker 13: thy heart the worms lie ever more. For I saw
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  Speaker 13: a dead corpse lying on the floor of a tomb.
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  Speaker 13: Worms were in its woman's head, its black flesh lay
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  Speaker 13: about it shred on shred, and the dead things slept
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  Speaker 13: in its bosom hoar, and evermore, inside that loathed door,
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  Speaker 13: it turned itself as one upon a bed. It turned
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  Speaker 13: itself as one whom sleep hath fled, as one that
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  Speaker 13: the sweet pangs of passion bore, and from its passionate
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  Speaker 13: mouths corrupted sore, and from its lips that are no
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  Speaker 13: longer read. Came forth Love's accents and its spake, and
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  Speaker 13: said the pleiatees and night's noon hours are o'er, and
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  Speaker 13: I am left alone in weary head, and in its
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  Speaker 13: heart the worms lie evermore. End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 13: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 12: Dead Dialog by David Park Barnet's red LibriVox dot org.
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  Speaker 12: First Copse, ay would now that the sweet light of
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  Speaker 12: the sun might once again shine down upon my face.
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  Speaker 12: So weary am I of my rottenness. Second Copse, rejoice
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  Speaker 12: that now at least thou art done with life, this
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  Speaker 12: thing shall never more return. First cops, at last, my
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  Speaker 12: body is a weary of the tomb. It is a
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  Speaker 12: hundred years since in the grave I have lain down
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  Speaker 12: between four narrow walls, shut up with putrid darkness in
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  Speaker 12: the worm. There is no flesh upon my body, now
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  Speaker 12: that was long a rotting on my shelf. Here am
• 1:45:00
  Speaker 12: I now nothing but stinking bones that have had life
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  Speaker 12: beneath the face of the sun. Third Copse, I am
• 1:45:09
  Speaker 12: not yet utterly putrefied, and the worms yet within my
• 1:45:13
  Speaker 12: flesh abound. I do repent me that I did not
• 1:45:17
  Speaker 12: learn what life was while I lived beneath the sun.
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  Speaker 12: At least then I might think of what I had done.
• 1:45:24
  Speaker 12: But I am rotten and I have not lived. First Copse,
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  Speaker 12: I would that I might leave this place of Ordier
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  Speaker 12: and look once more upon the face of the world
• 1:45:37
  Speaker 12: where the sun is. Second Copse, O foolish ragged bones,
• 1:45:43
  Speaker 12: wouldst thou show forth thy dripping excrements and shredded rottenness
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  Speaker 12: to the face of day, stink and be still, and
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  Speaker 12: leave us here in peace? First copse, envy me, not,
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  Speaker 12: oh stene, slop faced dung eyes. My bones are clean
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  Speaker 12: and dry as the tomb's walls, and stink, not as
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  Speaker 12: for thee. Thou art a sink. Second copse envy me,
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  Speaker 12: not thou that I am so sweet? The black worms
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  Speaker 12: love me hungry? Were that worm that on thee prays?
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  Speaker 12: Fourth copse, be silent both ye dead and rotten things
• 1:46:25
  Speaker 12: lo I than was unburied yesterday, am fair and smooth
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  Speaker 12: and firm and almost sweet. If that I were not dead,
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  Speaker 12: one might be love. Third copse is it so sweet
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  Speaker 12: a thing? This love?
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  Speaker 14: This love?
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  Speaker 12: Second copse. Thy lips are green for kissing, and streaks
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  Speaker 12: of black streak over thee where the worms have not
• 1:46:51
  Speaker 12: yet been. Fourth copse, ha, ha, I know wherefore thou
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  Speaker 12: speakest so, because thy torture is too great for thee,
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  Speaker 12: and the worms gnawing in thy body is rottenness, and
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  Speaker 12: the rottenness in thy bones and in thy brain. First copse, Oh, beautiful,
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  Speaker 12: oh dead, Oh spit upon he speaketh well, that is,
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  Speaker 12: but lately dead. Thy flesh lies all along thee like
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  Speaker 12: green slime o pudding, gravied in thine own dead sauce.
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  Speaker 12: Second copse rotten one. First cops dung heap. Second copse
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  Speaker 12: dead one, first cops beast, beast, beast. Therefore perhaps thou
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  Speaker 12: art so early dead. Second copse. They say that those
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  Speaker 12: thou lovedst were not men? O goat face. Shall I say?
• 1:47:50
  Speaker 12: What was thy death? Fourth copse? Come, come, my brothers,
• 1:47:55
  Speaker 12: be not so slanderous. We have all been the same
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  Speaker 12: upon the earth. Third copse, thou sayest true, you brother?
• 1:48:04
  Speaker 12: First copse, thou sayest true? Second copse. I shall not
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  Speaker 12: suffer anything any more, aside I have left all that
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  Speaker 12: I am ever more released, I shall not struggle and
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  Speaker 12: suffer any more. This seemeth strange and very sweet to me,
• 1:48:24
  Speaker 12: and I shall grow accustomed to the worms. Fifth copse,
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  Speaker 12: rejoice not thou that thou art fallen into a pit
• 1:48:33
  Speaker 12: where people leave their toungue. There is no reason here
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  Speaker 12: for any joy Sepulcher, be silent now, ye spindle shanked dead.
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  Speaker 12: Ye will learn to be silent when ye're here for
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  Speaker 12: a long time. Ye always spout and roar at first,
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  Speaker 12: before the time of rottenness. But so I suppose it
• 1:48:57
  Speaker 12: must be Ye're not the first, and ye shall not
• 1:49:01
  Speaker 12: be the last. So fast in the world, so eagerly
• 1:49:06
  Speaker 12: they are begotten, and they die, and they are begotten again,
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  Speaker 12: just for this end, hideously propagated evermore, a voice above singing, golden.
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  Speaker 15: Is the sun light when the day lie closes, golden
• 1:49:27
  Speaker 15: bluer rouses e'er the spring is.
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  Speaker 12: Old old ay haye golen.
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  Speaker 14: Falling long in lowly round thy bosom holy, and thy
• 1:49:46
  Speaker 14: heart is of fine gold.
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  Speaker 12: End upon. This recording is in the public Domean Fragments
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  Speaker 12: by David Park Barnets Red Filibrovox dot org. And since
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  Speaker 12: I understood not what so strong driveth all these at
• 1:50:09
  Speaker 12: such ecstatic pace, I too went down and joined in
• 1:50:12
  Speaker 12: the throng, And many sitting in a lowly place I saw,
• 1:50:16
  Speaker 12: where scents and vision, darkness, clogs, with one flat breasted
• 1:50:20
  Speaker 12: wife with munched face, and best chill litter as of
• 1:50:24
  Speaker 12: rats or hogs. These are all they that eat and
• 1:50:27
  Speaker 12: multiply in the same manner with low apes and dogs.
• 1:50:31
  Speaker 12: Like these they live, and like these they shall die.
• 1:50:34
  Speaker 12: Pass Thou from these, said then to me that voice,
• 1:50:38
  Speaker 12: and heed, not thou the stinking of that stye. Then
• 1:50:42
  Speaker 12: saw I them that did with wine rejoice, crowning their
• 1:50:45
  Speaker 12: heads with the roses of the earth. I too sat
• 1:50:48
  Speaker 12: down and joined in that noise, but asked me soon,
• 1:50:52
  Speaker 12: why do all these have mirth? From these? I passed,
• 1:50:55
  Speaker 12: weary of muh and wine. Others apart, whose spirit said
• 1:51:00
  Speaker 12: more dearth sad, solitary, as would feign divine of seeing
• 1:51:04
  Speaker 12: and of hearing. Ill content with these, I sat half
• 1:51:08
  Speaker 12: drunken with the vine, and sick of visions that I
• 1:51:11
  Speaker 12: came and went. But all the knowledge that their striving
• 1:51:15
  Speaker 12: found was but one vision more than wine had sent.
• 1:51:19
  Speaker 12: All these also shall molder in the ground. From these
• 1:51:23
  Speaker 12: I passed, as from dead flesh and bones. Then came I,
• 1:51:27
  Speaker 12: with the kings of earth, sad, crowned neath purple canopies
• 1:51:31
  Speaker 12: and golden thrones. These offered me part in that changeless state,
• 1:51:35
  Speaker 12: until my soul wearied of brass and bronze, others whose
• 1:51:40
  Speaker 12: sweating nothing could abate, kingdoms and cities build and overthrow,
• 1:51:44
  Speaker 12: till my soul wondered at the striving grate of all
• 1:51:48
  Speaker 12: the puppets in that puppet show. Doth the string move
• 1:51:51
  Speaker 12: them with such urgency that all their limbs, such strange
• 1:51:56
  Speaker 12: grimaces show, these are all they that do. One made
• 1:52:00
  Speaker 12: reply in all their actions. Never could I find what
• 1:52:05
  Speaker 12: they were doing these things for, nor why from these
• 1:52:08
  Speaker 12: I passed, as from the deaf and blind. And ever
• 1:52:12
  Speaker 12: as I went, the solemn brawl of all these mad
• 1:52:15
  Speaker 12: and idiot howled behind. I came to those that ceased
• 1:52:19
  Speaker 12: not to call the world unto them, shouting o'er and o'er.
• 1:52:23
  Speaker 12: My heart knew not why these so loudly ball And
• 1:52:27
  Speaker 12: some stood round with faces that implore, asking for peace,
• 1:52:32
  Speaker 12: And ever those that gave did, but like these dilute
• 1:52:35
  Speaker 12: themselves the more. But rottenness shall stop all these that
• 1:52:39
  Speaker 12: rave last. Some there were that did, with vanity toil,
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  Speaker 12: ever with unwearied hands, to save and to eternalize all
• 1:52:49
  Speaker 12: things great and high. With these I stayed till my
• 1:52:53
  Speaker 12: heart questioned, what are the things thou doest here? And
• 1:52:56
  Speaker 12: why whereat all these became as persons did? Then I
• 1:53:01
  Speaker 12: arose from among these the last, and followed then where'er
• 1:53:05
  Speaker 12: my footsteps led, And among them that reigned, then I passed,
• 1:53:09
  Speaker 12: and among them that ever fain would know, and among
• 1:53:13
  Speaker 12: them whose lot with wine was cast, I passed the
• 1:53:16
  Speaker 12: prophets and the puppet show, and among them that joyed
• 1:53:19
  Speaker 12: in marble and in song, and all that seven tired
• 1:53:23
  Speaker 12: of long ago? And is this all the meaning of
• 1:53:26
  Speaker 12: that throng? This all, o heart, that wast of seeing fain,
• 1:53:30
  Speaker 12: But like a circle that still seemeth long, because it
• 1:53:34
  Speaker 12: goeth round and round again. Not in all these doth
• 1:53:37
  Speaker 12: any reason hide no more than in the words of
• 1:53:41
  Speaker 12: the insane. There is no ground for sorrow, nor in
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  Speaker 12: pride for pride, nor in them that in gladness see it.
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  Speaker 12: Wherefore with none of these shall I abide. The sort
• 1:53:53
  Speaker 12: is vanity, the seeking great vanity, the not seeking vanity.
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  Speaker 12: For none of these change aye my solemn state. Then,
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  Speaker 12: since no one could answer unt me the question, and
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  Speaker 12: since no one could tell me the wherefore this endless
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  Speaker 12: vanity of all the spirits that on earth did dwell,
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  Speaker 12: I said, I go unto the absolute, He will perchance
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  Speaker 12: release me from this hell. Him that made noisy what
• 1:54:22
  Speaker 12: before was mute. I found upon a heap of filthy dung, low,
• 1:54:26
  Speaker 12: sitting in the fashion of the brute, in strange grimaces.
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  Speaker 12: Still his face he rung up to the chin within
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  Speaker 12: that filth immersed, which still his busy hands about him flung.
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  Speaker 12: Do thou those clothes wherein he is in her stake off,
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  Speaker 12: said I to one, And do not shirk. He did,
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  Speaker 12: while still what being howled and cursed for their so
• 1:54:49
  Speaker 12: thick and muddy was the murk, and he still bore
• 1:54:52
  Speaker 12: of clothes so thick a weight. I knew not well
• 1:54:55
  Speaker 12: what thing therein did lurk three coverings? Then that one
• 1:54:59
  Speaker 12: removed trait, omniscience, omnipressence, omnipotence from off the thing that
• 1:55:05
  Speaker 12: in the ogiers said, then did his truth show clear
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  Speaker 12: to every sense? Or filthy idiot, so foul and low
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  Speaker 12: that decency the perfect tale prevents. And I O thou,
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  Speaker 12: whose nakedness doth show like one not in the womb
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  Speaker 12: to fullness brought why are all things that are? If
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  Speaker 12: thou dost know? Then he replied from out the orger hot, brama,
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  Speaker 12: great bramma, everlasting ay, not such reply my question? Sot
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  Speaker 12: answer thou me. And he still made reply, bramma, great bramma.
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  Speaker 12: Repetition vain I asked again, and bramma he did cry.
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  Speaker 12: Then one thereby to me, Why art thou feign knowledge
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  Speaker 12: to have from it? It knows not it? Why seek
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  Speaker 12: for truth among the law insane? Then he that did
• 1:55:58
  Speaker 12: within the orgs it out of the filth that lay
• 1:56:02
  Speaker 12: about his feet such things as children make with little
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  Speaker 12: whit maid, and then broke and did the act repeat,
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  Speaker 12: I have made all the worlds. He gibbered, and I
• 1:56:14
  Speaker 12: his labor with these words, did greet. Why dost thou
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  Speaker 12: these things? Why?
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  Speaker 5: Or why?
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  Speaker 12: I said? No word vouchsafed the mouth of him that
• 1:56:24
  Speaker 12: stank but giggling sounds. An idiot uttered. Then, seated in
• 1:56:29
  Speaker 12: that place of orger rank with his sto lips, he
• 1:56:32
  Speaker 12: made a cackling sound, and back within the friendly oger sank.
• 1:56:37
  Speaker 12: Then I, with a great sad and awful voice, cried out,
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  Speaker 12: O thou that rottest in this stye O thou whose
• 1:56:45
  Speaker 12: soulen orger doth rejoice. What art thou doing these things for?
• 1:56:49
  Speaker 12: And why then, one to me his bliss is not
• 1:56:54
  Speaker 12: to know the infiniteness of his own vanity. Therefore the
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  Speaker 12: soul of him that stinketh so because his sense is
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  Speaker 12: blind and deaf and mad, for ever knoweth not eternal
• 1:57:05
  Speaker 12: woe lo from the first his soul, nor reason had
• 1:57:09
  Speaker 12: he thinketh he himself is everything, and nothing is but him,
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  Speaker 12: he is not sad ignorance. Ignorance shrouds him like a ball. Therefore,
• 1:57:20
  Speaker 12: thus low upon the fetterid floor, he sits and knoweth
• 1:57:24
  Speaker 12: not outside his stall, And I he maketh not outside
• 1:57:28
  Speaker 12: his store. Why doth he this? And in this fetid
• 1:57:33
  Speaker 12: tomb sitteth he here in madness? Evermore? How long shall iron, awful,
• 1:57:38
  Speaker 12: gnashing doom leave him thus naked, old and idiot, line,
• 1:57:42
  Speaker 12: deaf and stinking in the loathed gloom? How long shall
• 1:57:46
  Speaker 12: this within the Ogero's court? How long shall this cease
• 1:57:50
  Speaker 12: not to beckon nod? How long shall this cease not
• 1:57:54
  Speaker 12: to rot and rot? And he this rottenness that seemeth
• 1:57:59
  Speaker 12: God more woe than this nor any other mode, shall
• 1:58:03
  Speaker 12: know not till it seiseeth in the sod, and as
• 1:58:06
  Speaker 12: a gnat, a viper, or a toad, because its nature
• 1:58:10
  Speaker 12: is not infinite, it too shall perish in the worm's
• 1:58:13
  Speaker 12: abode till then it supperattth in the night. Then from
• 1:58:18
  Speaker 12: the world I turned my steps afar. I came there
• 1:58:21
  Speaker 12: where the Holy Trinity and all the blessed saints and
• 1:58:24
  Speaker 12: glory are, And did the beatific vision see, and how
• 1:58:28
  Speaker 12: those happy are? That once did mourn? But my heart said,
• 1:58:32
  Speaker 12: all this is not to me, nor knew I why
• 1:58:35
  Speaker 12: all these should be reborn? Where moon faced Hourri's wanton
• 1:58:39
  Speaker 12: arms to fling round Mahmoudes blessed, I passed by, and
• 1:58:44
  Speaker 12: scorn for my heart dreamed a deeper revelling. Then came
• 1:58:48
  Speaker 12: I to that banquet, more divine, that Jayadeva, and that
• 1:58:52
  Speaker 12: JARMI sing, and the fair goblet, filled full of the wine,
• 1:58:55
  Speaker 12: brought the cup bearer clad with wantonness, And there with
• 1:58:59
  Speaker 12: the beloved and the wine, my heart grew weary of
• 1:59:02
  Speaker 12: that blessedness from life. I passed, finding no joy therein
• 1:59:07
  Speaker 12: the vision, in the vine, and drunkenness still like a
• 1:59:10
  Speaker 12: circle ever closing in. Then I departed to the final peace,
• 1:59:15
  Speaker 12: sick of what is and shall be, and hath been
• 1:59:18
  Speaker 12: of Brahma. As the drop sinks in the seas, I
• 1:59:21
  Speaker 12: passed out from the bonds of thee, and me lost
• 1:59:24
  Speaker 12: in that infinite whose being is glory in all things
• 1:59:28
  Speaker 12: and reality. But therein I that was not I alas
• 1:59:32
  Speaker 12: in that deliverance from me in thee where all illusion
• 1:59:35
  Speaker 12: fadeth like to grass, found not that equalled my undimmed desire.
• 1:59:41
  Speaker 12: If that reality then real was what is that real
• 1:59:45
  Speaker 12: more than trodden maia? Then from all being did my
• 1:59:48
  Speaker 12: spirit pass, sick of all being, whether low or higher,
• 1:59:53
  Speaker 12: out of that circle unto nothingness. I came unto Nirvana,
• 1:59:57
  Speaker 12: the far goal of many a holy saint, where vision sees,
• 2:00:01
  Speaker 12: but nothingness did not my heart console Ah. Not in
• 2:00:05
  Speaker 12: nothingness is any peace, nor in peace, any peace, nor
• 2:00:10
  Speaker 12: in the whole, nor in the vine, nor in the vision,
• 2:00:14
  Speaker 12: nor in being nor non being, nor in all that
• 2:00:18
  Speaker 12: man hath dreamed of and hath anguished for. Nay, not
• 2:00:22
  Speaker 12: in joy nor the vine jovial, nor in the perfume
• 2:00:25
  Speaker 12: of the loved one's breath. Nay, nor in anything anyway
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  Speaker 12: at all, nor in illusion, nor what sundereth illusion. In
• 2:00:34
  Speaker 12: the sundering of that chain, there is no joy, and
• 2:00:37
  Speaker 12: not alas in death. Find aye that thing whereof my
• 2:00:41
  Speaker 12: soul is vain. All these things also are all vanity,
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  Speaker 12: no less than sun and stars that wax in vain
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  Speaker 12: for ever in the everlasting sky. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 12: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: En Voir by David Park Barnet's read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 3: Org by Larry Wilson. At the end of the century,
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  Speaker 3: Now I am come to the nature at last, to
• 2:01:16
  Speaker 3: the absolute sorrow. Now all the stars are gone out
• 2:01:21
  Speaker 3: of my sky. Night everlasting is mine without hope or
• 2:01:26
  Speaker 3: desire of the morrow. All my life's hopes are gone
• 2:01:30
  Speaker 3: toomwards to die. All my life's glories lie perish'd around me.
• 2:01:36
  Speaker 3: And lo, with a great laughing laugh, I out loud,
• 2:01:40
  Speaker 3: and I care not at all. Here with mine anguish,
• 2:01:45
  Speaker 3: my sorrow, my madness, my grief. I sit quaffing wine
• 2:01:52
  Speaker 3: in high state, in my echoing hall. This is the
• 2:01:56
  Speaker 3: last night I drink with you, maniac Watler's dreary. Lift
• 2:02:00
  Speaker 3: up your goblets and drink ere I go lo. I
• 2:02:04
  Speaker 3: am easily bored, I am easily tired and made weary.
• 2:02:10
  Speaker 3: Now at the last I am weary of woe. Lo
• 2:02:15
  Speaker 3: I that walk in the flower crowned a season of youthfulness, golden,
• 2:02:20
  Speaker 3: think ye that all things my gladness can slay. Sorrow
• 2:02:25
  Speaker 3: is fitting for daughterards and them that are loathsome and olden.
• 2:02:31
  Speaker 3: I am as one that goes ever away. Lo I
• 2:02:35
  Speaker 3: laugh out at grief. Lo I laugh in unending rejoicing,
• 2:02:41
  Speaker 3: I that have nightshade entwined in my hair heart of me,
• 2:02:46
  Speaker 3: What dost thou hear in the wearisome darkness, revoicing yesterday
• 2:02:50
  Speaker 3: stale and forgotten despair. Now it is midnight, But soon
• 2:02:56
  Speaker 3: shalt the wakening glory of morning shine in the east,
• 2:02:59
  Speaker 3: when the darkness is gone. Now in my spirit, that
• 2:03:04
  Speaker 3: sat for a time in the darkness of morning, waketh
• 2:03:07
  Speaker 3: in gladness the mystical dawn new spring. Laugheth without to
• 2:03:13
  Speaker 3: thy heart, it is calling, And o'er thee soon shall
• 2:03:16
  Speaker 3: the banners of dawn be unfurled. Wait thou no longer,
• 2:03:20
  Speaker 3: o heart, O heart that art strong, for before thee
• 2:03:24
  Speaker 3: life the pump of the great high world. Now it
• 2:03:28
  Speaker 3: is midnight, my anguish, my morning, my sadness, my sorrow,
• 2:03:33
  Speaker 3: crown you with night shade, and once more with me
• 2:03:36
  Speaker 3: drink and make berry farewell. I am here with you
• 2:03:41
  Speaker 3: now on the morrow, sail I over the mighty sea
• 2:03:46
  Speaker 3: in the poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Purst Lude by David Park Barnet's read for librivocs by
• 2:04:02
  Speaker 2: Brian Fullen. Song of India not the Last Zuleika. All
• 2:04:09
  Speaker 2: my sorrows odin are farther off than Europe or than
• 2:04:14
  Speaker 2: China seam, And like an idle dream, the north is
• 2:04:19
  Speaker 2: faded far off in the distance. Golden, and here with
• 2:04:23
  Speaker 2: thee I sit in perfect peace and foldin beside the
• 2:04:28
  Speaker 2: Gange stream. Full Well, I knew that ne'er those northern
• 2:04:33
  Speaker 2: promontories could give to me thee dream that did my
• 2:04:37
  Speaker 2: soul desire for there my heart did tire for always
• 2:04:43
  Speaker 2: me allured these strangely whispered stories of skies that burn
• 2:04:49
  Speaker 2: with more consuming languid glories, and sons of mightier fire.
• 2:04:56
  Speaker 2: I dream'd of heavier suns than burn in sky of hours,
• 2:05:01
  Speaker 2: and heavier airs that through the long long evening swoon
• 2:05:07
  Speaker 2: under a larger moon, and heavier scented gardens filled with
• 2:05:12
  Speaker 2: stranger flowers and tropic palms that wave through all the long,
• 2:05:18
  Speaker 2: long hours of endless afternoon. At last, now from that
• 2:05:25
  Speaker 2: northern dream am I awoken. At last, I am come
• 2:05:30
  Speaker 2: home over the watery main, long long, I sighed in vain,
• 2:05:37
  Speaker 2: Now under tropic palms, I lie in peace, unbroken, and
• 2:05:42
  Speaker 2: mine own land. I see beloved, And here spoken my
• 2:05:48
  Speaker 2: natal tongue again, Zuleika. Past is all the longing and endeavor.
• 2:05:55
  Speaker 2: The palm trees sleep and sleeping move not any leaf perished,
• 2:06:01
  Speaker 2: is woe and grief stilly. The padmas float upon thee
• 2:06:06
  Speaker 2: holy river. Among all these, we two with languid eyes,
• 2:06:11
  Speaker 2: forever lie sunk in endless keith. Before us riseth white
• 2:06:18
  Speaker 2: our marble builded palace. Thou hast let fall from out
• 2:06:22
  Speaker 2: thy hands, that weary are the volume of atar. Thy
• 2:06:28
  Speaker 2: hand hath spilled the wine within the silver chalice. Upon
• 2:06:33
  Speaker 2: the river winding through the distant valleys, sleepeth the nanufar
• 2:06:40
  Speaker 2: from out the oleanders. Languid slumbers deepeth, and thou zuleika
• 2:06:47
  Speaker 2: dust in rest too deep for dream like one enchanted
• 2:06:52
  Speaker 2: seam thy beauty now in waking slumber, sunken sleepeth and
• 2:06:58
  Speaker 2: dreaming past thy thy holy closed eyelids creepeth thee sleepy
• 2:07:04
  Speaker 2: flowing stream. Thou hast delight of asia in thy face divinest,
• 2:07:10
  Speaker 2: and in thy scented mouth, and in thy lotus eyes,
• 2:07:15
  Speaker 2: O whine of paradise, O moon faced love, that by
• 2:07:20
  Speaker 2: thee sacred stream reclinest, hath this world anything for which
• 2:07:26
  Speaker 2: in vain thou pinest, that thing shall be thy prize.
• 2:07:32
  Speaker 2: The caravans, that in the desert, heavy laden by unknown oases,
• 2:07:38
  Speaker 2: pitch their sun blackened tents, shall bring THEE all sweet scents,
• 2:07:44
  Speaker 2: wherein delight in heaven the hoarries ever maiden, petullly, gnar'd
• 2:07:49
  Speaker 2: and mrr from many a distant aden of heavenly in
• 2:07:54
  Speaker 2: THEO lens, all kinds of gems, wherefore thine almond eyes
• 2:07:59
  Speaker 2: have yearning in heaps, wherein to bathe thy beauties languorous,
• 2:08:06
  Speaker 2: O maiden amorous, they shall bring home to THEE from
• 2:08:11
  Speaker 2: distant isles, returning pearl sapphire, diamond, topaz, and ruby, burning
• 2:08:19
  Speaker 2: and opal luminous. Thou art that sweet whereof all poets
• 2:08:25
  Speaker 2: dead have chaunted. Therefore my soul hath sought thy face
• 2:08:30
  Speaker 2: o'er pathless seas here to have endless peace. Thou art
• 2:08:35
  Speaker 2: the garden of delight, with slumber haunted. Thy perfume maketh
• 2:08:40
  Speaker 2: dream of desert lands enchanted and far off oases. Thou
• 2:08:47
  Speaker 2: hast that beauty in thine all consuming glances that openeth
• 2:08:52
  Speaker 2: thee ways too far enchanted skies, And in thy lotus eyes,
• 2:08:58
  Speaker 2: thou hast thee light that shineth in the countenances of
• 2:09:03
  Speaker 2: them whose eyes have seen the glory which entrances the
• 2:09:08
  Speaker 2: blest of paradise. Thou art all sweets that unto perfect
• 2:09:13
  Speaker 2: joy devote us in thee all spices and all sense together, Come,
• 2:09:20
  Speaker 2: o lute, that now art dumb. Thou art musk, frankincense, amomum,
• 2:09:27
  Speaker 2: stephanotis thou art the fragrant wine, the paradisal lotus. Thou
• 2:09:34
  Speaker 2: art the opium Hashish nor opium are worth not Thy
• 2:09:39
  Speaker 2: caresses sweeter than opium to still thee spirit's drouth thine
• 2:09:45
  Speaker 2: unassuaged mouth, him that hath known thy love. No mortal
• 2:09:51
  Speaker 2: grief distresses sweeter. Thy kisses are than incense, which oppresses
• 2:09:58
  Speaker 2: the breezes of the south. At last, I am come home,
• 2:10:03
  Speaker 2: Come home, and all regretting is with the north afar
• 2:10:07
  Speaker 2: from thee and me away. Behold o love. The day
• 2:10:13
  Speaker 2: is pasted in Indian skies. The holy sun is setting
• 2:10:18
  Speaker 2: the mousine from his tower colleth unforgetting the faithful ones
• 2:10:23
  Speaker 2: to pray under the velvet night wide India reposes. Now
• 2:10:30
  Speaker 2: in the scented dark. The champac odors swoon slowly. The
• 2:10:35
  Speaker 2: summer moon riseth into the azure night, made drunk with
• 2:10:39
  Speaker 2: roses and lo The camel bells, now that the daylight closes,
• 2:10:46
  Speaker 2: tinkle their quiet tune. Behold, oh well beloved, neath the
• 2:10:52
  Speaker 2: moonlight gleaming. The travelers depart from out the sleeping kN
• 2:10:58
  Speaker 2: oh perfume Asian yea, and past the moonlit palace where
• 2:11:03
  Speaker 2: we two light, dreaming with camels and with horsemen, like
• 2:11:08
  Speaker 2: two shadows seeming, departs the caravan. It is the starting hour,
• 2:11:15
  Speaker 2: olmost melancholy in long procession. Underneath the moon's pale gleams
• 2:11:22
  Speaker 2: like something that but seems. The caravan departeth to the
• 2:11:27
  Speaker 2: desert slowly, therefar afar to seek through endless time the
• 2:11:33
  Speaker 2: holy mirages of their dreams. End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 2: is in the public Domain.
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  Speaker 1: Dedication by David Parkbarnets read forlivervolks dot Org. By our mapstone,
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  Speaker 1: these paltry rhymes which Loftier shall pursue than aught America,
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  Speaker 1: of high or great, has seen since first began her
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  Speaker 1: worldwide state. I dedicate my brother unto you.
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  Speaker 8: End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. End of the
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  Speaker 1: Book of Jade by David Park Barnet's