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  Speaker 1: Introduction to Poems of Nature by Henry David Thereau. This
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot org. Recording by Larry Wilson introduction. The fifty
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  Speaker 1: poems here brought together under the title Poems of Nature
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  Speaker 1: are perhaps two thirds of those which Thereau preserved. Many
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  Speaker 1: of them were printed by him in whole or in part,
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  Speaker 1: among his early contributions to Emerson's Dial, or in his
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  Speaker 1: own two volumes, The Week and Walden, which were all
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  Speaker 1: that were issued in his lifetime. Others were given to
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  Speaker 1: mister Sanborn for publication by Sophia Thureau the year after
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  Speaker 1: her brother's death. Several appeared in the Boston Commonwealth in
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  Speaker 1: eighteen sixty three, or have been furnished from time to
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  Speaker 1: time by mister Blake, his literary executor. Most of There's
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  Speaker 1: poems were composed early in his life, before his twenty
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  Speaker 1: sixth year. Just now he wrote in the autumn of
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  Speaker 1: eighteen forty one, quote, I am in the mid sea
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  Speaker 1: of verses, and they actually rustled round me as the
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  Speaker 1: lees would round the head of autumnus himself, should he
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  Speaker 1: thrust it up through some vales which I know, but
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  Speaker 1: alas many of them are but crisped in yellow leaves
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  Speaker 1: like his, I fear, and will deserve no better faith
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  Speaker 1: than to make mold for new harvests unquote. After eighteen
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  Speaker 1: forty three, he seems to have written but few poems,
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  Speaker 1: and had destroyed perhaps as many as he had retained,
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  Speaker 1: because they did not meet the exacting requirements of his
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  Speaker 1: friend Emerson, upon whose opinion at that time he placed
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  Speaker 1: great reliance. This laws was regretted by Threau, and after years,
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  Speaker 1: when the poetical habit had left him for he fancied
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  Speaker 1: that some of the verses were better than his friend
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  Speaker 1: had supposed. But Emerson, who seldom changed his mind, adhered
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  Speaker 1: to to his verdict, and, while praising some of the
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  Speaker 1: poems highly, perhaps extravagantly, would admit but a small number
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  Speaker 1: of them to the slight selection which he appended to
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  Speaker 1: the posthumous edition of There's Letters, edited by him in
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  Speaker 1: eighteen sixty five, And even those were printed in some
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  Speaker 1: instances in an abbreviated and imperfect form. A few other poems,
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  Speaker 1: with some translations from the Greek, have lately been included
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  Speaker 1: by Therero's Boston publishers in their volume of Miscellany's Volume
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  Speaker 1: ten of the Riverside Edition, eighteen ninety four. But no
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  Speaker 1: collection so full as the present one has ever been
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  Speaker 1: offered to the public. It has not been attempted to
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  Speaker 1: make this a complete collection of Therero's poems, because, as
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  Speaker 1: has been well said, many of them seem to be
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  Speaker 1: merely pendants to his prose discourse, dropped in as forcible epigrams,
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  Speaker 1: where they are brief, and in other instances made ancillary
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  Speaker 1: to the idea just expressed, or to perpetuate a distinct
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  Speaker 1: conception that has some vital connection with the point from
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  Speaker 1: which it was poured forth. It is therefore almost an
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  Speaker 1: injustice to treat them separately at all. After the discontinuance
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  Speaker 1: of the dial, the Rose ceased to publish his verses
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  Speaker 1: as separate poems, but interpolated them in the manner described
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  Speaker 1: in his prose essays, where they form a sort of
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  Speaker 1: accompaniment to the thought, and from which it is in
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  Speaker 1: many cases impossible to detach them. That he himself set
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  Speaker 1: some value on them. In this connection may be gathered
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  Speaker 1: from a sentence in the last of his published letters,
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  Speaker 1: in which he writes to a correspondent quote, I am
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  Speaker 1: pleased when you say that in the weak you like
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  Speaker 1: especially those little snatches of poetry interspersed through the book,
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  Speaker 1: For these, I suppose are the least attractive to most
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  Speaker 1: readers a quote. Everything that concerns a great writer has
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  Speaker 1: its special interest, and the rose poetry, whatever its intrinsic
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  Speaker 1: value may be, is full of personal significance. In fact,
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  Speaker 1: as Emerson remarked, his biography is his verses. Thus many
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  Speaker 1: of these poems will be found to throw light on
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  Speaker 1: certain passages of his life. Inspiration, for example, is the
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  Speaker 1: record of his soul's awakening to the new impulse of Transcendentalism.
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  Speaker 1: The stanzas On Symphony perhaps contained in a thinly disguised form,
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  Speaker 1: the story of his youthful love and the sacrifice which
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  Speaker 1: he imposed on himself to avoid rivalry with his brother.
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  Speaker 1: The lines to my Brother referred to the sudden and
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  Speaker 1: tragic death of John Thoreau in eighteen forty two, and
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  Speaker 1: the Departure is believed to be the poem in which
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  Speaker 1: Henry Threau, when leaving in eighteen forty three the home
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  Speaker 1: of Emerson, where he had lived for two years, took
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  Speaker 1: farewell of his friends. The numerous other allusions to the
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  Speaker 1: life and scenery of conquered with which the Rou's own
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  Speaker 1: life was so closely blended, required no comment or explanation.
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  Speaker 1: View of the poetic character, as stated by him in
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  Speaker 1: the Weak, is illustrative of his own position. A true poem,
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  Speaker 1: he says, quote, is distinguished not so much by felicitous
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  Speaker 1: expression or any thought it suggests, as by the atmosphere
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  Speaker 1: which surrounds it. There are two classes of men called poets.
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  Speaker 1: The one cultivates life, the other art. One seeks food
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  Speaker 1: for nutriment, the other for flavor. One satisfies hunger, the
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  Speaker 1: other gratifies the palate. Unquote. There could be no doubt
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  Speaker 1: to which of these classes the Row himself belongs. If
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  Speaker 1: metrical skill be insisted on as an indispensable condition of poetry,
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  Speaker 1: he can hardly be ranked among the poets, nor where
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  Speaker 1: this criterion was dominant. Was it surprising that, as one
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  Speaker 1: of his contemporaries tells us, with reference to his verses
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  Speaker 1: in the Dial, quote, an unquenchable laughter like that of
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  Speaker 1: God's at Vulcan's limping when up over his ragged and
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  Speaker 1: halting lines unquote. But in the appreciation of poetry there
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  Speaker 1: is a good deal more to be considered than this,
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  Speaker 1: And as the same writer has remarked, there is quote
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  Speaker 1: a frank and unpretending nobleness unquote in many of Therero's verses, distinguish,
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  Speaker 1: as they are at their best, by their rightfulness of thought,
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  Speaker 1: quite gravity of tone, and epigrammatic terseness of expression. The
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  Speaker 1: title of poet could hardly be withheld from the author
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  Speaker 1: of such truly powerful pieces as The Fall of the Leaf, Winter, Memories,
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  Speaker 1: Smoke in Winter, or Inspiration. Nor should it be forgotten
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  Speaker 1: that Thereau was always regarded as a poet by those
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  Speaker 1: who were associated with him. Poet naturalist was the suggestive
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  Speaker 1: title which ellery Channing applied to him, and Hawthorne remark
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  Speaker 1: that quote his thoughts seem to measure and attune themselves
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  Speaker 1: into spontaneous verse, as they rightfully may, since there is
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  Speaker 1: real poet poetry in them unquote. Even Emerson's final estimate
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  Speaker 1: was far from unappreciative. His poetry, he wrote in his
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  Speaker 1: biographical sketch, quote might be bad or good. He no
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  Speaker 1: doubt wanted a lyric facility and technical skill, but he
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  Speaker 1: had the source of poetry in his spiritual perception. His
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  Speaker 1: own verses are often rude and defective. The gold does
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  Speaker 1: not yet run purer as drossy and crude. The time
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  Speaker 1: and majoram are not yet honey. But if he want
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  Speaker 1: lyric fineness and technical merits, if he have not the
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  Speaker 1: poetic temperament, he never lacks the casual thought showing that
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  Speaker 1: his genius was better than his talent. Unquote. Perhaps what
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  Speaker 1: Thoreau said at Quarrels, one of that school of gnomic
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  Speaker 1: poets of which he was a student, might be aptly
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  Speaker 1: applied to himself. Quote. It is rare to find one
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  Speaker 1: who was so much of a poet and so little
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  Speaker 1: of an artist, hopelessly quaint. He never doubts his genius.
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  Speaker 1: It is only he and his God in all the world.
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  Speaker 1: He uses language, sometimes as greatly as Shakespeare, And though
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  Speaker 1: there is not much straight grain in him, there's plenty
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  Speaker 1: of rough, crooked timber unquote. The affinity of the Roe's
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  Speaker 1: style through that of Herbert Dunn, Cowley and other minor
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  Speaker 1: Elizabethan's has often been remarked, and it has been truly
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  Speaker 1: said that the stanzas sick Vita might almost have a
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  Speaker 1: niche in Herbert's temple. It must be granted, then, that Thoreaux,
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  Speaker 1: whatever his limitations, had the poet's vision and sometimes the
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  Speaker 1: poet's divine faculty, And if this was manifested more frequently
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  Speaker 1: in his masterly prose, it was neither absent from his
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  Speaker 1: verse nor from the whole tenor of his character. It
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  Speaker 1: was his destiny to be one of the greatest prose
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  Speaker 1: writers whom America has produced, and he had a strong,
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  Speaker 1: perhaps an exaggerated sense of the dignity of this, calling
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  Speaker 1: great prose. He thinks, quote of equal elevation commands our
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  Speaker 1: respect more than great verse, since it implies a more
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  Speaker 1: permanent and level height, a life more pervaded with the
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  Speaker 1: grandeur of the thought. The poet only makes an irruption
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  Speaker 1: like a Parthian and is off again, shooting while he retreats.
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  Speaker 1: But the prose writer has conquered like a Roman and
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  Speaker 1: settled colonies. If therefore we cannot unreservedly place the Roe
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  Speaker 1: among the poetical brotherhood, we may at least recognize that
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  Speaker 1: he was a poet in the larger sense in which
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  Speaker 1: his friends so regarded him. He felt, thought, acted, and
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  Speaker 1: lived as a poet, though he did not always write
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  Speaker 1: as one. In his own words, my life has been
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  Speaker 1: the poem I would have writ but I could not
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  Speaker 1: both live and utter it. Such qualities dignified life and
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  Speaker 1: make the expression of it memorable, not perhaps immediately to
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  Speaker 1: the multitude of readers, but at first to an appreciative few,
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  Speaker 1: and eventually to a wide circle of mankind. End of
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  Speaker 1: introduction Nature by Henry David th Roau, read for Lebrivox
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  Speaker 1: dot Org by Larry Wilson, O Nature, I do not
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  Speaker 1: aspire to be the highest in thy choir, to be
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  Speaker 1: a meteor in the sky, or comet that may range
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  Speaker 1: on high, only a zephyr that may blow among the
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  Speaker 1: reeds by the river low. Give me thy most privy
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  Speaker 1: place where to run my airy race in some withdrawn
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  Speaker 1: on public meed. Let me sigh upon a reed, or
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  Speaker 1: in the woods with leafy din whisper the still evening
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  Speaker 1: end some still work. Give me to do, only be
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  Speaker 1: it near to you. For I'd rather be thy child
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  Speaker 1: and pupil in the forest wild than be the king
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  Speaker 1: of men elsewhere, and most sovereign slave of care, to
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  Speaker 1: have one moment of thy dawn than share the city's
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  Speaker 1: year forlorn in the poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain. Inspiration by Henry David th Roaux read for
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  Speaker 1: Librevox dot Org by Larry Wilson. Whate'er we leave to God,
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  Speaker 1: God does and blesses us. The work we choose should
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  Speaker 1: be our own. God leaves alone. If with light head erect,
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  Speaker 1: I sing, though all the muses lend their force from
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  Speaker 1: my poor love of anything. The Verse is weak and
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  Speaker 1: shallow as its source. But if with bended neck I
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  Speaker 1: grope listening behind me for my wit, with faith superior
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  Speaker 1: to hope, more anxious to keep back than forward, it
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  Speaker 1: making my soul accomplice there unto the flame my heart
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  Speaker 1: hath lit, then will the verse forever wear Time cannot
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  Speaker 1: bend the line which God hath writ Always the general
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  Speaker 1: show of things floats in review before my mind, and
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  Speaker 1: such true love and reverence brings that sometimes I forget
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  Speaker 1: that I am blind. But now there comes unsought unseen,
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  Speaker 1: some clear divine electuary. And I, who had but sensual,
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  Speaker 1: been grow sensible. And as God is a wary I
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  Speaker 1: hearing git who had but tears and sight, who had
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  Speaker 1: but eyes before I moments live, who lived, but years
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  Speaker 1: and truth discern who knew but learning's lore. I hear
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  Speaker 1: beyond the range of sound, I see beyond the range
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  Speaker 1: of sight You earth, sin skies and sees around and
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  Speaker 1: in my day the sun doth pale his light, A
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  Speaker 1: clear and ancient harmony pierces my soul through all its
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  Speaker 1: den as, through its utmost melody, farther behind than they
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  Speaker 1: farther within, More swift its bolt than lightning, is its
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  Speaker 1: voice than thunder is more loud. It doth expand my
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  Speaker 1: privacies to all, and leave me single in the crowd.
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  Speaker 1: It speaks with such authority, with so serene and lofty tone,
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  Speaker 1: that idle time runs gadding by and leaves me with
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  Speaker 1: eternity alone. Now chiefly is my natal hour, and only
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  Speaker 1: now by prime of life, of manhood's strength. It is
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  Speaker 1: the flower tis pieces end and war's beginning strife. It
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  Speaker 1: comes in summer's broadest noon by a gray wall or
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  Speaker 1: some chance place, unceasing time, insulting June and vexing day,
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  Speaker 1: with its presuming face such fragrance round my couch. It
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  Speaker 1: makes more rich than are Arabian drugs, that my soul
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  Speaker 1: scents its life and wakes the body up beneath its
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  Speaker 1: perfumed drugs. Such is the muse, the heavily made, the
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  Speaker 1: star that guides our mortal course, which shows where life's
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  Speaker 1: true colonel's laid, its wheat's fine flower, and its undying force.
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  Speaker 1: She with one breath attunes the sears. And also my
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  Speaker 1: poor human heart, with one impulse, propels the years around,
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  Speaker 1: and gives my throbbing pulse its start. I will not
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  Speaker 1: doubt for evermore, nor falter from a steadfast to faith.
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  Speaker 1: For though the system be turned o'er, God takes not
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  Speaker 1: back the word which once he saith, I will not
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  Speaker 1: doubt the love untold, which not my worth nor want
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  Speaker 1: has bought, which wooed me young and wooes me old.
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  Speaker 1: And to this evening hath me brought my memory. I'll
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  Speaker 1: educate to know the one historic truth, remembering to the
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  Speaker 1: latest date the only true and soul, immortal youth, be
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  Speaker 1: but thy inspiration given. No matter through what danger sought,
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  Speaker 1: I'll fathom hell or climb to heaven. And yet as
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  Speaker 1: that cheap which love has bought, fame cannot tempt the
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  Speaker 1: bard who's famous with his God, nor laurel him a
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  Speaker 1: reward who has his maker's nod in the poem. This
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  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain. Sick Vita by Henry
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  Speaker 1: David Thureaux read for LibriVox dot Org by Lari Wilson.
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  Speaker 1: It is but thin soil where we stand. I have
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  Speaker 1: felt by roots in a richer eir this. I have
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  Speaker 1: seen a bunch of violets in a glass vase, tied
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  Speaker 1: loosely with a straw, which reminded me of myself the
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  Speaker 1: weak I am, A parcel of vain strivings, tied by
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  Speaker 1: a chance bond together, dangling this way, And that their
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  Speaker 1: links were made so loose and wide methinks for milder weather.
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  Speaker 1: A bunch of violets without their roots and sorel into mixed,
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  Speaker 1: encircled by a wisp of straw, once coiled about their shoots.
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  Speaker 1: The law by which I'm fixed a nosegay which time
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  Speaker 1: clutched from out those fair Ilesian fields with weeds and
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  Speaker 1: broken stems. In haste doth make the rabble rout that
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  Speaker 1: waste the day he yields. And here I bloom for
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  Speaker 1: a short hour unseen, drinking my juices up, with no
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  Speaker 1: root in the land to keep my branches green. But
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  Speaker 1: stand in a bare cup, some tender buds were left
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  Speaker 1: upon my stem and memicree of life. But ah, the
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  Speaker 1: children will not know till time has withered them the
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  Speaker 1: woe with which their rife. But now I see I
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  Speaker 1: was not pluck'd for nought and after in life's vase
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  Speaker 1: of glass set while I might survive, but by a
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  Speaker 1: kind hand brought alive to a strange place. That stock,
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  Speaker 1: thus then will soon redeem its hours, and by another year,
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  Speaker 1: such as God knows, with freer air, more fruits and
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  Speaker 1: fairer flowers will bear while I droop here in a poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. The Fisher's Boy
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  Speaker 1: by Henry David the Roe, read for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 1: by Larry Wilson. My life is like a stroll upon
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  Speaker 1: the beach, as near the ocean's edge as I can go.
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  Speaker 1: My tardy steps, sits ways sometimes o'er reach. Sometimes I
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  Speaker 1: stay to let them overflow. My sole employment tis and
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  Speaker 1: scrupulous care to place my gains beyond the reach of tides.
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  Speaker 1: Each smoother pebble and each shell more rare, which ocean,
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  Speaker 1: kindly to my hand, confides, I have but few companions
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  Speaker 1: on the shore. They scorn the strand who sail upon
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  Speaker 1: the sea. Yet oft I think the ocean they've sailed
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  Speaker 1: or is deeper known upon the strand. To me, the
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  Speaker 1: Middle Sea contains no crimson doulse, its steeper waves cast up,
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  Speaker 1: no pearls to view along the shore. My hand is
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  Speaker 1: on its pulse, and I converse with many a shipwrecked
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  Speaker 1: crew in de poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: The Alentides by Henry David Threaux read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 1: Org by Larry Wilson. The friend is some fair floating
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  Speaker 1: isle of palms, eluding the mariner. In Pacific seas, the
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  Speaker 1: weak the smothered streams of love which flow more bright
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  Speaker 1: than phlegethon more. Low Island us ever like the sea
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  Speaker 1: in an Atlantic mystery, our fabled shores none ever reach.
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  Speaker 1: No mariner has found our beach scarcely. Our mirage now
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  Speaker 1: has seen and neighboring ways with floating green. Yet still
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  Speaker 1: the oldest charts contain some dotted outline of our main
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  Speaker 1: In ancient times, midsummer days unto the Western Island's gaze
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  Speaker 1: to Teneriffe and the Azores have shown our faint and
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  Speaker 1: cloud like shores, but sink not yet Ye desolate isles
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  Speaker 1: anon your coast, with commer smiles and richer frg ye'll
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  Speaker 1: furnish far than Africa or Malabar, be fair, be fertile. Evermore,
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  Speaker 1: Ye rumored but untrodden shore princes and monarchs will contend.
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  Speaker 1: Who first unto your land, shall send and pond the
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  Speaker 1: jewels of the crown to call your distant soil their
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  Speaker 1: own sea and land. Are but his neighbors and companions
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  Speaker 1: in his labors, Who on the ocean's verge, in firm
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  Speaker 1: land's end, doth long and truly seek his friend. Many
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  Speaker 1: men dwell far inland, but he alone sits on the strand.
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  Speaker 1: Whether he ponders men or books, Always still he seaward,
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  Speaker 1: looks marine news he ever reads, and the slightest glance
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  Speaker 1: heeds feels the sea breeze on his cheek. At each
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  Speaker 1: word the landsman speak in every companion's eye. A sailing
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  Speaker 1: vessel doth descry in the oceans, sullen roar from some
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  Speaker 1: distant port. He hears of wrecks upon a distant shore,
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  Speaker 1: and the ventures of past years in de poem. This
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  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain. The Aurora of Guido
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  Speaker 1: by Henry David Thereaux read for Lebrevox dot org by
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  Speaker 1: Larry Wilson. A fragment the god of day his car
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  Speaker 1: rolls up the slopes, raining his prancing steeds with steady hand.
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  Speaker 1: The lingering moon through western shadows gropes, while morning sheds
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  Speaker 1: its light. Or sea and land, castles and cities by
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  Speaker 1: the founding Maine resound with all the busy din of life.
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  Speaker 1: The fisherman unfurls his sails again, and the recruited warrior
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  Speaker 1: bides the strife. The early breeze ruffles the poplar leaves,
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  Speaker 1: the curling waves reflect the unseen light. The slumbering sea,
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  Speaker 1: with the day's impulse, heaves, while o'er the western hill
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  Speaker 1: retires the drowsy night. The sea birds dip their bills
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  Speaker 1: in ocean's foam, far circling out over the frothy waves
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  Speaker 1: in the poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Sympathy by Henry David Thureaux, read for Librevox dot org
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  Speaker 1: by Lurie Wilson. Lately, alas I knew a gentle boy
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  Speaker 1: whose features all were cast in virtues mold as one
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  Speaker 1: she had designed for beauty's toy, But after manned him
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  Speaker 1: for her own stronghold. On every side he opened was
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  Speaker 1: as day that you might see no lack of strength within,
• 22:06
  Speaker 1: For walls and ports do only serve always for a
• 22:09
  Speaker 1: pretense to feebleness and sin. Say nought that Caesar was
• 22:14
  Speaker 1: victorious with toil and strife, who stormed the house of fame.
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  Speaker 1: In others sense, this youth was glorious himself a kingdom
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  Speaker 1: wheresoe'er he came. No strength went out to get him victory,
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  Speaker 1: when all was income of its own accord. For where
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  Speaker 1: he went, none other was to see, but all were
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  Speaker 1: parcel of their noble lord. He forayed like the subtle's
• 22:37
  Speaker 1: haze of summer. That still he shows fresh landscapes to
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  Speaker 1: our eyes, and revolutions work without a murmur of rustling
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  Speaker 1: of a leaf beneath the skies. So was I taken
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  Speaker 1: unawares by this, I quite forgot my homage to confess.
• 22:53
  Speaker 1: Yet now am forced to know, though heart it is,
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  Speaker 1: I might have loved him, had I loved him less.
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  Speaker 1: Each moment as we nearer drew to each, a stern
• 23:03
  Speaker 1: respect withheld as farther, yet so that we seemed beyond
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  Speaker 1: each other's reach, and less acquainted than when first we met.
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  Speaker 1: We two were one while we did sympathize. So could
• 23:14
  Speaker 1: we not the simplest bargain drive? And what avails it
• 23:18
  Speaker 1: now that we are wise? If absence doth this doubleness contrive,
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  Speaker 1: eternity may not the chance repeat. But I must tread
• 23:28
  Speaker 1: my single way alone in sad remembrance that we once
• 23:32
  Speaker 1: did meet, and know that bliss irrevocably gone the spheres.
• 23:37
  Speaker 1: Henceforth my elegy shall sing, for Elgi has other subject none.
• 23:42
  Speaker 1: Each strain of music in my ears shall ring nell
• 23:45
  Speaker 1: of departure from that other one. Make haste and celebrate
• 23:49
  Speaker 1: my tragedy with fitting strain resound. Ye, woods and fields,
• 23:54
  Speaker 1: sorrow is darer in such case to me than all
• 23:57
  Speaker 1: the joy's other occasion yields. It's then too late the
• 24:02
  Speaker 1: damage to repair distance forsooth from my weak grasp is
• 24:06
  Speaker 1: left the empty husk and clutch the useless terror. But
• 24:10
  Speaker 1: in my hands the wheat and colonel left. If I
• 24:15
  Speaker 1: but love that virtue which he is, though it be
• 24:18
  Speaker 1: scented in the morning air, still shall we be truest acquaintances,
• 24:23
  Speaker 1: nor mortals, nor sympathy more rare in the poem. This
• 24:29
  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain. Friendship by Henry David
• 24:39
  Speaker 1: Thereaux read for LibriVox dot Org by Larry Wilson. Friends, Romans, countrymen,
• 24:46
  Speaker 1: and lovers. Let such pure hate still underprop our love,
• 24:51
  Speaker 1: that we may be each other's conscience and have our sympathy.
• 24:55
  Speaker 1: Mainly from thence will one another treeat like God's, and
• 25:00
  Speaker 1: all the faith we have in virtue and in truth
• 25:03
  Speaker 1: bestow on either, and suspicion leave to gods below. Two
• 25:08
  Speaker 1: solitary stars, unmeasured systems far between us roll, but by
• 25:13
  Speaker 1: our conscious light we are determined to one pole what
• 25:17
  Speaker 1: need confound the sphere love can afford to wait for it,
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  Speaker 1: no hours too late, that witnesseth one duty's end, or
• 25:27
  Speaker 1: to another doth beginning land. It will subserve no use
• 25:32
  Speaker 1: more than the tints of flowers. Only the independent guests
• 25:36
  Speaker 1: frequents its powers, inherits its bequest. No speech, though kind
• 25:42
  Speaker 1: has it, but kinder silence doles unto its mates by night,
• 25:47
  Speaker 1: consoles by day, congratulates what seth the tongue to tongue,
• 25:52
  Speaker 1: what heareth ear of ear by the decrees of fate
• 25:56
  Speaker 1: from year to year does it communicate pathless the gulf
• 26:00
  Speaker 1: of feeling yons. No trivial bridge of words or arch
• 26:04
  Speaker 1: of buldospan can leap them bout the gourds the sincere man.
• 26:09
  Speaker 1: No show of bolts and bars can keep the foeman
• 26:12
  Speaker 1: out or escape his secret mind who entered with the
• 26:16
  Speaker 1: doubt that drew the line. No warder at the gate
• 26:20
  Speaker 1: can let the friendly in. But like the sun or
• 26:23
  Speaker 1: all he will the castle wind and shine along the wall.
• 26:27
  Speaker 1: There's nothing in the world I know that can escape
• 26:30
  Speaker 1: from love. For every depth that goes below and every
• 26:33
  Speaker 1: height above, it waits as waits the sky until the
• 26:37
  Speaker 1: clouds go by, yet shines serenely on with an eternal day,
• 26:42
  Speaker 1: alike when they are gone, and when they stay implacable
• 26:46
  Speaker 1: as love. Foes may be bought or teased from their
• 26:50
  Speaker 1: hostile intent, but he goes unappeased. Who is unkindness bent?
• 26:58
  Speaker 1: In de poem? This record is in the public domain.
• 27:07
  Speaker 1: True Kindness by Henry David Thoreau read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 1: Org by Larry Wilson. True kindness is a pure divine affinity,
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  Speaker 1: not founded upon human consanguinity. It is a spirit, not
• 27:23
  Speaker 1: a blood, relation superior to family and station in the poem.
• 27:30
  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. To the Maiden
• 27:39
  Speaker 1: in the East by Henry David Thoreau read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 1: dot Org by Larry Wilson lo In. The eastern sky
• 27:48
  Speaker 1: is set thy glancing eye, And though its gracious light
• 27:51
  Speaker 1: near riseth to my sight, Yet every star that climbs
• 27:55
  Speaker 1: above the narlid limbs of Yonder Hill conveys thy gentle will.
• 28:00
  Speaker 1: Believe I knew thy thought, and that the zephyrs brought
• 28:03
  Speaker 1: thy kindest wishes through as mine. They bear to you
• 28:08
  Speaker 1: that some attentive cloud depase amid the crowd over my head.
• 28:12
  Speaker 1: While gentle things were said, Believe the thrushes sung, and
• 28:16
  Speaker 1: that the flower bells rung, That herbs excell'd their scent,
• 28:20
  Speaker 1: and beasts knew what was meant. The trees are welcome, waved,
• 28:24
  Speaker 1: and lakes their margins laid. When thy free mind to
• 28:27
  Speaker 1: my retreat did wind, it was a summer eve. The
• 28:31
  Speaker 1: air did gently heave, while yet a low hung cloud
• 28:35
  Speaker 1: thy eastern skies did shroud the lightning silent gleams, startling
• 28:40
  Speaker 1: My drowsy dream seemed like the flash under thy dark eyelash.
• 28:45
  Speaker 1: From yonder comes the sun, but soon his courses run,
• 28:50
  Speaker 1: rising to trivial day along his dusty way. But thy
• 28:55
  Speaker 1: noontide completes only a rooral heats, nor ever sets to
• 28:58
  Speaker 1: hasten vain regret. Direct thy pensive eye into the western sky,
• 29:04
  Speaker 1: And when the evening star does glimmer from afar upon
• 29:07
  Speaker 1: the mountain line, accept it for a sign that I
• 29:11
  Speaker 1: am near and thinking of thee Here, how be thy mercury,
• 29:16
  Speaker 1: thou scytherea to me distinguish by thy face the earth
• 29:20
  Speaker 1: shall learn my place. As near beneath thy light, will
• 29:24
  Speaker 1: I outwear the night with mingled ray leading the western way. Still,
• 29:29
  Speaker 1: will I strive to be as if thou wert with me.
• 29:33
  Speaker 1: Whatever path I take, it shall be for thy sake
• 29:36
  Speaker 1: of gentle slope, and wide as thou wert by thy side,
• 29:40
  Speaker 1: without a root to trip thy gentle foot. I'll walk
• 29:44
  Speaker 1: with gentle pace, and choose the smoothest place, and careful
• 29:49
  Speaker 1: dip the oar and shun the winding shore, and gently
• 29:52
  Speaker 1: steer my boat where water lilies float and cardinal flowers
• 29:56
  Speaker 1: stand in their silvern bowers in the poem. This recording
• 30:02
  Speaker 1: is in the public Domain. Free Love by Henry David Thoreau,
• 30:12
  Speaker 1: read for Librevox dot org by Larry Wilson. My love
• 30:18
  Speaker 1: must be as free as the eagle's way, hovering o'er
• 30:21
  Speaker 1: land and sea and everything. I must not dim my
• 30:26
  Speaker 1: eye in thy saloon. I must not leave my sky
• 30:29
  Speaker 1: and nightly moon. Be not the fowler's net which stays
• 30:33
  Speaker 1: my flight, and craftily is set to lure the sight,
• 30:37
  Speaker 1: But be the favoring gale that bears me on and
• 30:40
  Speaker 1: still to fill my sail when thou art gone. I
• 30:44
  Speaker 1: cannot leave my sky for thy caprice. True love would
• 30:47
  Speaker 1: sore as high as heaven is. The eagle would not
• 30:50
  Speaker 1: brook her mate. Thus one who trained his eye to
• 30:53
  Speaker 1: look beneath the sun in the poem. This recording is
• 30:58
  Speaker 1: in the public domain. Rumors from a Naiolian harp by
• 31:08
  Speaker 1: Henry David Thoreaux, read for Librevox dot Org by Larry Wilson.
• 31:14
  Speaker 1: There is a veil which none hath seen, where foot
• 31:17
  Speaker 1: of man has never been, such as here lives with
• 31:20
  Speaker 1: toil and strife, an anxious and a sinful life. There
• 31:25
  Speaker 1: every virtue has its birth. Ere it descends upon the earth,
• 31:29
  Speaker 1: and thither every deed returns, which in the generous bosom burns.
• 31:34
  Speaker 1: There love is warm, and youth is young, and poetry
• 31:37
  Speaker 1: is yet unsung. For virtue still adventures there, and freely
• 31:41
  Speaker 1: breathes her native air. And ever, if you hearken well,
• 31:45
  Speaker 1: you still may hear its vesper bell and tread of
• 31:48
  Speaker 1: high souled men go by their thoughts conversing with the
• 31:52
  Speaker 1: sky in the poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 32:03
  Speaker 1: Lines by Henry David the Roe, read for Librevox dot
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  Speaker 1: Org by Larry Wilson. Though all the fate should prove unkind,
• 32:14
  Speaker 1: leave not your native ladd behind. The ship be calmed
• 32:18
  Speaker 1: at lengths, stands still, the steed must rest beneath the hill.
• 32:22
  Speaker 1: But swiftly still our fortune's pace to find us out
• 32:25
  Speaker 1: in every place. The vessel, though her mass be firm
• 32:30
  Speaker 1: beneath her copper, bears a worm around the cape, across
• 32:34
  Speaker 1: the line till fields of ice. Her course confine. It
• 32:38
  Speaker 1: matters not how smooth the breeze, how shallow, or how
• 32:41
  Speaker 1: deep the seas, whether she bears Manila twine, or in
• 32:45
  Speaker 1: her hold Madeira wine or China teas, or Spanish hides
• 32:50
  Speaker 1: in port or quarantine. She rides far from New England's
• 32:54
  Speaker 1: blustering shore. New England's worm her hulk shall bore and
• 32:58
  Speaker 1: sink her in the Indian and seas, twine, wine and hides,
• 33:04
  Speaker 1: and china teas in the poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain. Stanzas by Henry David Thereaux read for
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot Org by Larry Wilson. Before each van prick
• 33:25
  Speaker 1: forth the airy knights and couch their spears till thickest
• 33:29
  Speaker 1: legions close with feats of arms from either end of heaven.
• 33:33
  Speaker 1: The welcome burns away, away, away, away. Ye have not
• 33:40
  Speaker 1: kept your secret. Well, I will abide that other day
• 33:44
  Speaker 1: those other lands ye tell, has time, no leisure left
• 33:48
  Speaker 1: for these The acts that ye rehearse is not eternity
• 33:53
  Speaker 1: at least for better deeds than verse. Tis sweet to
• 33:56
  Speaker 1: hear of heroes dead, to know them still alive, but
• 34:00
  Speaker 1: sweeter if we earn their bread, and in us they survive.
• 34:05
  Speaker 1: Our lives should feed the springs of fame with perennial wave,
• 34:09
  Speaker 1: as ocean feeds the babbling founts which find in it
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  Speaker 1: their grave. Ye skies, drop gently round my breast and
• 34:17
  Speaker 1: be my corselet blue, ye earth receive my lance in rest,
• 34:21
  Speaker 1: my faithful charter. You ye stars, my spearheads in the sky,
• 34:26
  Speaker 1: my arrow tips, Ye are I see the rotted fulmen
• 34:30
  Speaker 1: fly my bright spears. Fix adar, give me an angel
• 34:34
  Speaker 1: for a foe. Fix now the place and time, and
• 34:38
  Speaker 1: straight to meet tim. I will go above the starry chime,
• 34:42
  Speaker 1: and with our clashing bucklers clang. The heavenly sphears shall ring,
• 34:46
  Speaker 1: while bright the northern light shall hang beside our turning in.
• 34:51
  Speaker 1: And if she lose her champion, true, tell Heaven not despair,
• 34:55
  Speaker 1: for I will be her champion, new her fame I
• 34:58
  Speaker 1: will repair. In the poem, this recording is in the
• 35:04
  Speaker 1: public domain. A river scene by Henry David th Roaux
• 35:14
  Speaker 1: read for LibriVox dot Org by Lurie Wilson. The river
• 35:20
  Speaker 1: swelleth more and more like some sweet influence stealing o'er
• 35:24
  Speaker 1: the passive town. And for a while each tussock makes
• 35:27
  Speaker 1: a tiny isle, whereon some friendly air rat resteth the
• 35:31
  Speaker 1: weary water rat no ripple shows muscataquid, her very curns
• 35:37
  Speaker 1: eating is hid as deep as souls do comest rest
• 35:41
  Speaker 1: when thoughts are swelling in the breast, and she that
• 35:44
  Speaker 1: in the summer's drought doth make a rippling at a
• 35:48
  Speaker 1: rout sleeps. So Nasha tucked to the cliff, unruffled by
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  Speaker 1: a single skiff, but by a thousand distant hills. The
• 35:56
  Speaker 1: louder roar a thousand rills, and many a spring which
• 36:00
  Speaker 1: now is dumb, and many a stream with smothered hum.
• 36:04
  Speaker 1: The swifter well and faster glide, though buried deep beneath
• 36:08
  Speaker 1: the tide. Our village shows the rural Venice, its broad lagoons,
• 36:13
  Speaker 1: where yonder fen is as lovely as the Bay of Naples,
• 36:17
  Speaker 1: yon placid cove amid the Maples, and in my neighbor's
• 36:21
  Speaker 1: field of corn, I recognize the golden horn. Here nature
• 36:26
  Speaker 1: taught from year to year, when only red men came
• 36:29
  Speaker 1: to hear. Methinks twas in this school of art, Venice
• 36:33
  Speaker 1: and Naples learned their part, but still their mistress, to
• 36:36
  Speaker 1: my mind, her young disciples leaves behind. In a poem.
• 36:42
  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Riversong by Henry
• 36:52
  Speaker 1: David Thereaux, read for LibriVox dot Org by Larry Wilson.
• 36:57
  Speaker 1: Ply the oars away away in each dewdrop of the
• 37:02
  Speaker 1: morning lies the promise of a day rivers from the
• 37:05
  Speaker 1: sunrise flow springing with the dewy morn voyagers against time
• 37:10
  Speaker 1: to row idle noon nor sunset, no ever even with
• 37:15
  Speaker 1: the dawn, Since that first away away many a lengthy reach,
• 37:21
  Speaker 1: we've rowed still the sparrow on the spray haste to
• 37:25
  Speaker 1: ushure in the day, with her simple stanzi ode in
• 37:30
  Speaker 1: the poem. This recording is in the public domain. Some
• 37:38
  Speaker 1: Tumultuous Little Rill by Henry David Thureaux, read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 1: dot org by Larry Wilson. Some tumultuous little rill purling
• 37:50
  Speaker 1: round its stored pebble, tinkling to the south, same tune
• 37:53
  Speaker 1: from September until June, which no drought doth aer in
• 37:57
  Speaker 1: feeble silent flows the parent stream, and if rocks do
• 38:01
  Speaker 1: lie below smothers with her waves the din as it were,
• 38:06
  Speaker 1: with youthful sin, just as still and just as slow
• 38:12
  Speaker 1: into poem. This recording is in the public domain. Boat
• 38:21
  Speaker 1: Song by Henry David Thereaux, read for librevox dot org
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  Speaker 1: by Luri Wilson. Thus, perchance the Indian hunter many a
• 38:31
  Speaker 1: lagging year agone, gliding o'er thy rippling waters lully hummed
• 38:36
  Speaker 1: a natural song now the sun's behind the willows. Now
• 38:40
  Speaker 1: he gleams along the waves, faintly o'er the weird billows
• 38:45
  Speaker 1: come the spirits of the braves in the poem. This
• 38:51
  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain. To My Brother by
• 39:00
  Speaker 1: Henry David Thoreau, read from Librevox dot Org by Lurie Wilson, Brother.
• 39:07
  Speaker 1: Where dost thou dwell what sun shines for thee? Now?
• 39:12
  Speaker 1: Dost thou indeed farewell as we wish thee here? Below?
• 39:16
  Speaker 1: What season didst thou find twas winter? Here? Are not
• 39:20
  Speaker 1: the fates more kind than they appear? Is thy brow
• 39:24
  Speaker 1: clearer again? And in thy youthful years? And was that
• 39:28
  Speaker 1: ugly pain the summit of thy fears? Yet thou wast cheery?
• 39:32
  Speaker 1: Still they could not quench thy fire. Thou didst abide
• 39:37
  Speaker 1: their will, and then retire? Where chiefly shall I look
• 39:41
  Speaker 1: to feel thy presence near? Along? Then they bring brook?
• 39:45
  Speaker 1: May I thy voice still here? Dost thou still hamp
• 39:48
  Speaker 1: the brink of yonder river's tide? And may I ever
• 39:52
  Speaker 1: think that thou art by my side? What bird wilt
• 39:55
  Speaker 1: thou employ to bring me word of thee? For it
• 39:59
  Speaker 1: would give them joy? Twould give them liberty to serve
• 40:02
  Speaker 1: their former lord with wing and minstrelsy, a sadder strain
• 40:07
  Speaker 1: mixed with their song. They've slowly or built their nests
• 40:10
  Speaker 1: since thou art gone. Their lively labor rests. Where is
• 40:15
  Speaker 1: the finch the thrush? I used to hear, ah, they
• 40:18
  Speaker 1: could well abide the dying year. Now they no more return.
• 40:23
  Speaker 1: I hear them not. They have remained to mourn, or
• 40:26
  Speaker 1: else forgot in the poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain. Stanzas by Henry David Thrroau read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 1: dot Org by Lurie Wilson. Nature doth have her dawn
• 40:48
  Speaker 1: each day, but mine are far between. Content. I cry
• 40:55
  Speaker 1: for sooth to say, mind, brightest are I ween? For
• 40:59
  Speaker 1: when my sun doth deign to rise, though it be
• 41:02
  Speaker 1: her noontide her fairest field and shadow lies, Nor can
• 41:06
  Speaker 1: my light abide. Sometimes I bask me in her day,
• 41:11
  Speaker 1: conversing with my mate. But if we interchange one ray
• 41:15
  Speaker 1: forthwith her heats of eate through his discourse, I climb
• 41:19
  Speaker 1: and sea as from some eastern hill, A brighter morrow
• 41:23
  Speaker 1: rise to me than lieth in her skill. As twere
• 41:28
  Speaker 1: two summer days in one two Sundays come together, our
• 41:32
  Speaker 1: rays united make one sun with fairest summer weather in
• 41:38
  Speaker 1: the poem. This recording is in the public domain. The
• 41:48
  Speaker 1: Inward Morning by Henry David Thureaux read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 1: Org by Lurie Wilson. Packed in my mind lie all
• 41:57
  Speaker 1: the clothes which outward nature wears, and in its fashion's
• 42:01
  Speaker 1: hourly change it all things else repairs in vain. I
• 42:06
  Speaker 1: look for change abroad, and can no difference find till
• 42:10
  Speaker 1: some new ray of peace, uncalled illumes my inmost mind.
• 42:15
  Speaker 1: What is it? Gills the trees and clouds, and paints
• 42:17
  Speaker 1: the heavens so gay, but yonder fast abiding light with
• 42:21
  Speaker 1: its unchanging ray. Lo when the sun streams through the
• 42:26
  Speaker 1: wood upon a winter's morn, where his silent beams intrude
• 42:30
  Speaker 1: the murky night is gone. How could the patient pine
• 42:35
  Speaker 1: have known the morning breeze would come, or humble flowers
• 42:39
  Speaker 1: anticipate the insect's noonday hum. Till the new light, with
• 42:43
  Speaker 1: morning cheer from far stream through the aisles, and it
• 42:47
  Speaker 1: nimbly told the forest trees for many stretching miles. I've
• 42:52
  Speaker 1: heard within my inmost soul such cheerful morning news in
• 42:56
  Speaker 1: the horizon of my mind have seen such orient hues
• 43:00
  Speaker 1: as in the twilight of the dawn, when the first
• 43:03
  Speaker 1: birds awake are heard within some silent wood where they
• 43:07
  Speaker 1: the small twigs break, or in the eastern skies are
• 43:10
  Speaker 1: seen before the sun appears, the harbingers of summer heats,
• 43:15
  Speaker 1: which from afar he bears in the poem. This recording
• 43:20
  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. Greece by Henry David Thereaux
• 43:30
  Speaker 1: read for Lebrovox dot org by Lurie Wilson. When life
• 43:35
  Speaker 1: contracts into a vulgar span and human nature tires to
• 43:40
  Speaker 1: be a man, I thank the gods for Greece, that
• 43:44
  Speaker 1: permanent realm of peace. For as the rising moon far
• 43:48
  Speaker 1: in the night checkers the shade with her forerunning light,
• 43:52
  Speaker 1: so in my darkest hour my senses seem to catch
• 43:56
  Speaker 1: from her acropolis a gleam Greece. Who am I that
• 44:00
  Speaker 1: I should remember thee thy marathon and thy Thermopylie is
• 44:04
  Speaker 1: my life vulgar, my fate mien which on such golden
• 44:07
  Speaker 1: memories can lean in the poem. This recordingness in the
• 44:13
  Speaker 1: public domain. The Funeral Bell by Henry David throw read
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  Speaker 1: for LibriVox dot Org by Larry Wilson. One more is
• 44:29
  Speaker 1: gone out of the busy throng that tread these paths.
• 44:32
  Speaker 1: The church bell tolls its sad knell rolls to many hearths.
• 44:38
  Speaker 1: Flower bells toll not their echoes roll not upon my ear.
• 44:43
  Speaker 1: There still perchance that gentle spirit haunts of fragrant beer.
• 44:49
  Speaker 1: Low lies, the pall lowly, the mourners, all their passage grope,
• 44:53
  Speaker 1: though sable hue marks the serene blue of Heaven's cope.
• 44:57
  Speaker 1: In distant dell faint sounds the field unbel a heavenly chime.
• 45:03
  Speaker 1: Some poet there weaves the light burthened air into sweet
• 45:06
  Speaker 1: rhyme in a poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 45:18
  Speaker 1: The Summer Rain by Henry David Thureau read for LibriVox
• 45:23
  Speaker 1: dot Org by Larry Wilson. My books, I'd fain cast off.
• 45:28
  Speaker 1: I cannot read TwixT every page. My thoughts go stray
• 45:32
  Speaker 1: at large down in the meadow where is Richard feed
• 45:37
  Speaker 1: and will not mind to hit their proper charge. Plutarch
• 45:41
  Speaker 1: was good, and so was Homer too. Our Shakespeare's life
• 45:45
  Speaker 1: were rich to live again. But Plutarch read that was
• 45:49
  Speaker 1: not good, nor true nor Shakespeare's books, unless his books
• 45:53
  Speaker 1: were men here. While I lie beneath this walnut bough,
• 45:58
  Speaker 1: what care I for the Greece or for Tory town?
• 46:02
  Speaker 1: If justter battles are enacted now between the ants upon
• 46:05
  Speaker 1: this hummock's crown. Bid Homer, wait till I the issue
• 46:09
  Speaker 1: learn if red or black the gods will favor most
• 46:13
  Speaker 1: or yonder Ajax. Will the phalanx turn struggling to heave
• 46:18
  Speaker 1: some rock against the host. Tell Shakespeare to attend some
• 46:22
  Speaker 1: leisure hour. For now I've business with this drop of dew,
• 46:27
  Speaker 1: And see you not the clouds prepare a shower. I'll
• 46:31
  Speaker 1: meet him shortly when the sky is blue. This bed
• 46:35
  Speaker 1: of herd grass and wild oats was spread last year
• 46:38
  Speaker 1: with nicer skill than Monarch's shoes. A clover tuft is
• 46:42
  Speaker 1: pillow for my head, and violets quite overtop my shoes.
• 46:47
  Speaker 1: And now the cordial clouds has shut all in and
• 46:51
  Speaker 1: gently swells the wind to say all's well. The scattered
• 46:56
  Speaker 1: drops are falling fast and thin, some in the pool,
• 47:00
  Speaker 1: some in the flower bell. I am well drenched upon
• 47:04
  Speaker 1: my bed of oats. But see that globe come rolling
• 47:08
  Speaker 1: down its stem now like a lonely planet. There it floats,
• 47:13
  Speaker 1: and now it sinks into my garment's hemn drip, drip
• 47:18
  Speaker 1: the trees for all the country round, and richness rare
• 47:22
  Speaker 1: to steal from every bough. The wind alone it makes
• 47:25
  Speaker 1: every sound shaking down crystals on the leaves below. For shame.
• 47:30
  Speaker 1: The sun will never show himself, who could not with
• 47:34
  Speaker 1: his beams e'er melt me? So by dripping locks they
• 47:39
  Speaker 1: would become an elf who in beaded coat does gaily
• 47:42
  Speaker 1: go into poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Misted by Henry David Thoreau, read for LibriVox dot org
• 47:58
  Speaker 1: by Larry Wilson. Low anchored cloud, Newfoundland air fountain head
• 48:05
  Speaker 1: and source of rivers, dew cloth, dream, drapery and napkin,
• 48:10
  Speaker 1: spread by fays, drifting meadows of the air, where bloom
• 48:14
  Speaker 1: the daisied banks and violets, And in whose finny labyrinth
• 48:18
  Speaker 1: the bittern booms and heron wades. Spirit of lakes and
• 48:22
  Speaker 1: seas and rivers bear only perfumes and the scent of
• 48:26
  Speaker 1: healing herbs to just men's fields in the poem. This
• 48:32
  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain. Smoke by Henry David
• 48:42
  Speaker 1: The Roe red for LibriVox dot org by Laurie Wilson.
• 48:47
  Speaker 1: Light winged smoke, A carrying bird melting thy pinions in
• 48:51
  Speaker 1: thy upward flight, lark without song and messenger of dawn,
• 48:57
  Speaker 1: circling above thy hamlets as thy nest or else departing
• 49:02
  Speaker 1: dream and shadowy form of midnight vision, gathering up thy
• 49:06
  Speaker 1: skirts by night star veiling, and by day, darkening the
• 49:09
  Speaker 1: light and blotting out the sun. Go thou my incense
• 49:14
  Speaker 1: upward from this hearth, and ask the gods to pardon
• 49:17
  Speaker 1: this clear flame in the poem. This recording is in
• 49:23
  Speaker 1: the public domain. Haze by Henry David Thoreaux read for
• 49:34
  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot org by Laurie Wilson. Woof of the Sun
• 49:40
  Speaker 1: ethereal gauze, woven of nature's richest stuffs visible heat, air,
• 49:45
  Speaker 1: water and dry sea. Last conquest of the eye, toil
• 49:51
  Speaker 1: of the day, displayed sun doest aerial surf upon the
• 49:55
  Speaker 1: shores of Earth, ethereal estuary, frith of light, breakers of air,
• 50:01
  Speaker 1: billows of heat, find sumber spray on inland seas, bird
• 50:06
  Speaker 1: of the sun, transparent winged owlet of noon, soft pinioned
• 50:13
  Speaker 1: from heath or stubble rising without song establish thy serenity
• 50:17
  Speaker 1: or the fields in the poem. This recording is in
• 50:22
  Speaker 1: the public domain. The Moon by Henry David Throw read
• 50:31
  Speaker 1: for LibriVox dot org by Larry Wilson. Time wears her
• 50:35
  Speaker 1: not she doth his chariot guide mortality. Below her orb
• 50:40
  Speaker 1: is placed Raleigh. The full ord moon, with unchanged ray,
• 50:47
  Speaker 1: mounts up the eastern sky, not doomed to thee short
• 50:51
  Speaker 1: nights for eye, but shining steadily. She does not wane.
• 50:57
  Speaker 1: But my fortune, which her rays do not bless yes
• 51:00
  Speaker 1: by wayward path declineth soon, But she shines not the less.
• 51:06
  Speaker 1: And if she faintly glimmers here and pale, it is
• 51:09
  Speaker 1: her light. Yet always in her proper sphere. She's mistress
• 51:14
  Speaker 1: of the night. In the poem, This recording is in
• 51:19
  Speaker 1: the public domain. The Virio by Henry David Thoreau read
• 51:29
  Speaker 1: for LibriVox dot org by Larry Wilson. Upon the lofty
• 51:34
  Speaker 1: elm tree sprays the virial rings. The change is sweet
• 51:39
  Speaker 1: during the trivial summer days, striving to lift our thoughts
• 51:42
  Speaker 1: above the street in the poem. This recording is in
• 51:47
  Speaker 1: the public domain. The Poet's Delay by Henry David Thoreau
• 51:57
  Speaker 1: read for LibriVox dot org Berry Wilson. In Vain, I
• 52:02
  Speaker 1: see the morning rise in Vain, observe the western blaze,
• 52:07
  Speaker 1: who idly to look to other skies, expecting life by
• 52:10
  Speaker 1: other ways. Amidst such boundless wealth without I only still
• 52:16
  Speaker 1: am poor within. The birds have sung their summer out,
• 52:20
  Speaker 1: but still my spring does not begin. Shall I then
• 52:24
  Speaker 1: wait the autumn wind, compelled to seek a milder day,
• 52:28
  Speaker 1: and leave no curious nest behind, no woods still echoing
• 52:32
  Speaker 1: to my lay In the poem. This recording is in
• 52:37
  Speaker 1: the public domain. Lines by Henry David Thoreau read for
• 52:47
  Speaker 1: Librevox dot org by Larry Wilson. All things are current
• 52:53
  Speaker 1: found on earthly ground. Spirits and elements have their descents
• 52:58
  Speaker 1: night and day, year on year, high and low, far
• 53:03
  Speaker 1: and near. These are our own aspects. These are our
• 53:07
  Speaker 1: own regrets, Ye, gods of the shore, who abide evermore.
• 53:13
  Speaker 1: I see your far headland stretching on either hand. I
• 53:16
  Speaker 1: hear the sweet evening sounds from your undecaying grounds. Cheat
• 53:21
  Speaker 1: me no more with time, Take me to your clime
• 53:26
  Speaker 1: in the poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 53:35
  Speaker 1: Nature's Child by Henry David Thureaux read for LibriVox dot
• 53:40
  Speaker 1: Org by Lurry Wilson. I am the autumnal sun, with
• 53:45
  Speaker 1: autumn gales, my races run. When will the hazel put
• 53:50
  Speaker 1: forth its flowers, or the grape ripen under my bowers?
• 53:54
  Speaker 1: When will the harvest or the hunter's moon turn my
• 53:57
  Speaker 1: midnight into mid noon? I am all sere and yellow,
• 54:03
  Speaker 1: and to my core mellow. The mast is dropping within
• 54:07
  Speaker 1: my woods, the winter's lurking within my moods, and the
• 54:11
  Speaker 1: rustling of the withered leaf is the constant music of
• 54:14
  Speaker 1: my grief in the poem. This recording is in the
• 54:20
  Speaker 1: public domain. The Fall of the Leaf by Henry David
• 54:29
  Speaker 1: Thoreaux read for LibriVox dot Org by Larry Wilson. Thank God,
• 54:35
  Speaker 1: whose seasons thus the year, and sometimes kindly slants his rays,
• 54:41
  Speaker 1: For in his winter he is most near and plainest
• 54:45
  Speaker 1: seen upon the shortest days, who gently tempers now his heats,
• 54:49
  Speaker 1: and then is harsher cold, lest we should surfeit on
• 54:53
  Speaker 1: the summer sweets or pine upon the winter's crudity. A
• 54:58
  Speaker 1: sober mind will walk alone apart from nature, if need be,
• 55:03
  Speaker 1: and only its own season zone, for nature, leaving its
• 55:07
  Speaker 1: humanity sometimes a late autumnal thought has crossed my mind.
• 55:12
  Speaker 1: In green July, and to its early freshness brought late
• 55:16
  Speaker 1: ripened fruits and an autumnal sky. The evening of the
• 55:21
  Speaker 1: year draws on the fields a later aspect, where, since
• 55:26
  Speaker 1: summer's garishness is gone, some grains of night tincture the
• 55:30
  Speaker 1: noontide air behold. The shadows of the trees now circle
• 55:35
  Speaker 1: wider about their stem like sentries, that by slow degrees
• 55:40
  Speaker 1: perform their rounds, gently protecting them. And as the year
• 55:46
  Speaker 1: doth decline, the sun allows a scantier light. Behind each
• 55:51
  Speaker 1: needle of the pine, there lurks a small auxiliar to
• 55:55
  Speaker 1: the night. I hear the cricket slumbrous lay around beneath me,
• 56:00
  Speaker 1: and on high it rocks the night, It soothes the day,
• 56:05
  Speaker 1: and everywhere is nature's lullaby. But most he chirps beneath
• 56:09
  Speaker 1: the sod when he has made his winter bed, his
• 56:12
  Speaker 1: creek grown fainter but more broad, a film of autumn
• 56:16
  Speaker 1: or the summer spread. Small birds and fleets migrating by
• 56:22
  Speaker 1: now beat across some meadows bay, and as they tack
• 56:25
  Speaker 1: and veer and high with faint and hurried click beguiled
• 56:29
  Speaker 1: away far in the woods these golden days. Some leaf
• 56:33
  Speaker 1: obeys its maker's call, and through their hollow aisles it
• 56:37
  Speaker 1: plays with delicate touch the prelude of the fall. Gently,
• 56:41
  Speaker 1: withdrawing from its stem, it lightly lays itself along where
• 56:46
  Speaker 1: the same hand hath pillowed them, resign'd to sleep upon
• 56:50
  Speaker 1: the old year's throng. The loneliest birches brown and sere,
• 56:56
  Speaker 1: the furthest pool is strewn with leaves which float upon
• 56:59
  Speaker 1: their watery beer. Where is no eye that sees, no
• 57:04
  Speaker 1: heart that grieves. The jay squeaks through the chestnut wood.
• 57:10
  Speaker 1: The crisp and yellow leaves around are hue and texture
• 57:14
  Speaker 1: of my mood. And these rough burrs my heirlooms. On
• 57:17
  Speaker 1: the ground, the threadbare trees, so poor and thin, they
• 57:23
  Speaker 1: are no wealthier than I, but with as brave a
• 57:27
  Speaker 1: core within, they rear their boughs to the october sky.
• 57:31
  Speaker 1: Poor nights they are, which bravely wait the charge of
• 57:34
  Speaker 1: winter's cavalry, keeping a simple Roman state, discumbered of their
• 57:39
  Speaker 1: Persian luxury into poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 57:51
  Speaker 1: Smoke in Winter by Henry David Thoreau, read for Librevox
• 57:56
  Speaker 1: dot Org by Larry Wilson. The sluggish Smoke curls up
• 58:01
  Speaker 1: from some deep dell, the stiffened air, exploring in the
• 58:05
  Speaker 1: dawn and making slow acquaintance with the day, delaying now
• 58:10
  Speaker 1: upon its heavenward course in wreathed loiterings, dallying with itself
• 58:16
  Speaker 1: with as uncertain purpose and slow deed as its half
• 58:20
  Speaker 1: wakened master by the hearth, whose minds still slumbering and
• 58:24
  Speaker 1: sluggish thoughts have not yet swept into the onward current
• 58:28
  Speaker 1: of the new day. And now it streams afar that
• 58:32
  Speaker 1: while the chopper goes with step direct and mind intent
• 58:35
  Speaker 1: to wield the early acts first in the dusky dawn,
• 58:39
  Speaker 1: he sends abroad. His early scout is emissary Smoke, the
• 58:44
  Speaker 1: earliest latest pilgrim from the roof to feel the frosty
• 58:48
  Speaker 1: air inform the day. And while he crouches still beside
• 58:53
  Speaker 1: the hearth, nor muster's courage to unbar the door, it
• 58:57
  Speaker 1: has gone down the glen with the light of wind,
• 59:01
  Speaker 1: and o'er the plane unfurled, its venturous wreath, draped the
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  Speaker 1: tree tops, loitered upon the hill, and warmed the pinions
• 59:08
  Speaker 1: of the early bird, And now perchance high in the
• 59:12
  Speaker 1: crispy air has caught sight of the day or the
• 59:15
  Speaker 1: earth's edge, and greets its master's eye at his low door,
• 59:20
  Speaker 1: as some refulgent cloud in the upper sky in the poem.
• 59:26
  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Winter Memories by
• 59:36
  Speaker 1: Henry David Thoreau read for LibriVox dot Org by Larry Wilson.
• 59:43
  Speaker 1: Within the circuit of this plotting life, their inter moments
• 59:48
  Speaker 1: of an azure hue, untarnished, fair as is the violet,
• 59:52
  Speaker 1: or an enemy when the spring strews them by some
• 59:55
  Speaker 1: meandering rivulet, which make the best philosophy untrue, that aims
• 1:00:01
  Speaker 1: but to console man for his grievances. I have remembered
• 1:00:05
  Speaker 1: when the winter came high in my chamber, in the
• 1:00:08
  Speaker 1: frosty nights, when in the still light of the cheerful moon,
• 1:00:12
  Speaker 1: on every twig and rail and jutting spout, the icy
• 1:00:16
  Speaker 1: spears were adding to their length against the arrows of
• 1:00:20
  Speaker 1: the coming sun. How in the shimmering noon of summer
• 1:00:23
  Speaker 1: passed some unrecorded beams slanted across the upland pastures, where
• 1:00:28
  Speaker 1: the Johnswart grew or heard amid the verdure of my mind,
• 1:00:32
  Speaker 1: the bees long smothered hum on the blue flag loitering
• 1:00:36
  Speaker 1: amidst the mead, or busy rill, which now through all
• 1:00:40
  Speaker 1: its course stands still and dumb, its own memorial, purling
• 1:00:45
  Speaker 1: at its play along the slopes and through the meadows
• 1:00:48
  Speaker 1: next until its youthful sound was hushed at last in
• 1:00:52
  Speaker 1: the staid current of the lowland stream. Or seeing the
• 1:00:56
  Speaker 1: furrows shine but late upturned, and where the fieldfare followed
• 1:01:00
  Speaker 1: in the rear, when all the fields around lay bound
• 1:01:03
  Speaker 1: in hoar beneath a thick intugament of snow, So by
• 1:01:07
  Speaker 1: God's cheap economy made rich to go upon my winter's
• 1:01:11
  Speaker 1: task again in the poem. This recording is in the
• 1:01:16
  Speaker 1: public domain. Stanzas written at Walton by Henry David Throw,
• 1:01:27
  Speaker 1: read for LibriVox dot Org by Larry Wilson. When Winter
• 1:01:32
  Speaker 1: fringes every bough with his fantastic wreath and puts the
• 1:01:36
  Speaker 1: seal of silence now upon the leaves beneath, when every
• 1:01:40
  Speaker 1: stream in its penthouse goes gurgling on its way, and
• 1:01:44
  Speaker 1: in his gallery the mouse nibbleth the meadow hay methinks
• 1:01:48
  Speaker 1: the summer still is nigh and lurketh underneath, as that
• 1:01:52
  Speaker 1: same meadow mouse doth lie snug in that last year's heath,
• 1:01:56
  Speaker 1: and if perchance the tickadee lispetheint note Anon. The snow
• 1:02:00
  Speaker 1: is summer's canopy, which she herself put on fair blossoms deck,
• 1:02:05
  Speaker 1: the cheerful trees and dazzling fruits depend. The north wind
• 1:02:10
  Speaker 1: sighs as summer breeze the nipping frost defend, bringing glad
• 1:02:16
  Speaker 1: tidings unto me. The while I stand all ear of
• 1:02:19
  Speaker 1: a serene eternity which need not winter. Fear out on
• 1:02:25
  Speaker 1: the silent pond straightway, the restless ice doth crack, and
• 1:02:29
  Speaker 1: pond sprite's merry gambols play amid the deafening rack. Eager,
• 1:02:34
  Speaker 1: I hastened to the veil, as if I heard brave
• 1:02:37
  Speaker 1: news how nature held high festival which it were hard
• 1:02:41
  Speaker 1: to lose. I gamble with my neighbor ice, and sympathizing quake.
• 1:02:47
  Speaker 1: As each new crack darts in a trice across the
• 1:02:50
  Speaker 1: gladsome lake, one with a cricket in the ground and
• 1:02:54
  Speaker 1: faggot on the hearth resounds the rare domestic sound along
• 1:02:59
  Speaker 1: the forest path in the poem. This recording is in
• 1:03:05
  Speaker 1: the public domain. The Thaw by Henry David Throw read
• 1:03:15
  Speaker 1: for LibriVox dot org by Larry Wilson. I saw the
• 1:03:21
  Speaker 1: civil sun dry in Earth's tears, her tears of joy
• 1:03:26
  Speaker 1: that only faster flowed Fagin would I stretched me by
• 1:03:30
  Speaker 1: the highwayside to thaw and trickle with the melting snow
• 1:03:35
  Speaker 1: that mingles soul and body with the tide, I too, may,
• 1:03:39
  Speaker 1: through the pores of nature, flow into poem. This recording
• 1:03:46
  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. A winter scene by Henry
• 1:03:55
  Speaker 1: David Throw read for LibriVox dot org by Larry Wilson.
• 1:04:01
  Speaker 1: The rabbit leaps, the mouse out creeps, the flag out
• 1:04:05
  Speaker 1: peeps beside the brook. The ferret weeps, the marmot sleeps.
• 1:04:10
  Speaker 1: The outlet keeps in his snug nook. The apple's saw.
• 1:04:15
  Speaker 1: The ravens caw, the squirrels gnaw the frozen fruit to
• 1:04:19
  Speaker 1: their retreat. I tract the feet of mice that eat
• 1:04:22
  Speaker 1: the apple's root. The snow does falls, The otter crawls,
• 1:04:27
  Speaker 1: The partridge calls far in the wood. The traveler dreams.
• 1:04:31
  Speaker 1: The tree ice gleams. The blue jay screams in angry mood.
• 1:04:36
  Speaker 1: The willows droop, the alder stoop, the pheasant's group beneath
• 1:04:40
  Speaker 1: the snow. The Catkin's green cast o'er the scene as
• 1:04:44
  Speaker 1: summer sene a genial glow in Depoeum. This recording is
• 1:04:50
  Speaker 1: in the public domain. The Crow by Henry David Theau
• 1:05:00
  Speaker 1: read for LibriVox dot org by Larry Wilson. Thou dusky
• 1:05:05
  Speaker 1: spirit of the wood bird of an ancient brood, flitting
• 1:05:10
  Speaker 1: thy lonely way a meteor in the summer's day, from
• 1:05:14
  Speaker 1: wood to wood, from hill to hill, low over forest,
• 1:05:18
  Speaker 1: field and rill. What wouldst thou say? Why shouldst thou
• 1:05:22
  Speaker 1: haunt the day? What makes thy melancholy float? What bravery
• 1:05:27
  Speaker 1: inspires thy throat and bears thee up above the clouds,
• 1:05:32
  Speaker 1: over desponding human crowds, which far below lay thy haunts
• 1:05:37
  Speaker 1: low in de poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 1:05:48
  Speaker 1: To a Stray Fowl by Henry David Thoreaux, read for
• 1:05:52
  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot org by Larry Wilson. Poor bird, destined to
• 1:05:58
  Speaker 1: lead thy life far in thee a enters west, and
• 1:06:01
  Speaker 1: here to be debarred to night from thy accustomed nest.
• 1:06:06
  Speaker 1: Must thou fall back upon old instinct, now well nigh
• 1:06:11
  Speaker 1: extinct under man's fickle care? Did Heaven bestow its quenchless
• 1:06:16
  Speaker 1: inner light so long ago for thy small wont tonight?
• 1:06:21
  Speaker 1: Why stance upon thy toes to grow so late? The
• 1:06:25
  Speaker 1: moon is deaf to thy low feathered fate. Or dost
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  Speaker 1: thou think so to possess the knight and people that
• 1:06:32
  Speaker 1: drear dark with thy brave sprite, And now with anxious
• 1:06:36
  Speaker 1: eye thou look'st about while the relentless shade draws on
• 1:06:40
  Speaker 1: its veil for some sure shelter from approaching dews. And
• 1:06:44
  Speaker 1: the insidious step of knightly foes. I fear imprisonment has
• 1:06:50
  Speaker 1: dulled thy wit, or ingrained servitude extinguished it, But no
• 1:06:55
  Speaker 1: dim memory of the days of yore, thy Brahmaputra and
• 1:06:58
  Speaker 1: the Juma's shore, where thy proud rays flew swiftly o'er
• 1:07:02
  Speaker 1: the heath and sought its food. The jungles shade beneath
• 1:07:06
  Speaker 1: has taught thy wings to seek yon friendly trees as
• 1:07:10
  Speaker 1: erst by Indus Bank and the far Ganges in the poem.
• 1:07:15
  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Mountains by Henry
• 1:07:25
  Speaker 1: David Thereaux read for LibriVox dot Org by Larry Wilson.
• 1:07:31
  Speaker 1: With frontier strength, Ye stand your ground, with grand content,
• 1:07:36
  Speaker 1: Ye circle round tumultuous silence for all sound, ye distant
• 1:07:41
  Speaker 1: nursery of rills manadnock, and the Peterborough Hills firm argument
• 1:07:47
  Speaker 1: that never stirs out, circling the philosophers, like some vast fleet,
• 1:07:52
  Speaker 1: sailing through rain and sleet, through winter's cold and summer's heat,
• 1:07:57
  Speaker 1: still holding on upon your high emprise, until ye find
• 1:08:01
  Speaker 1: ashore amid the skies, not skulking close to land with
• 1:08:05
  Speaker 1: cargo contraband, For they who sent a venture out by
• 1:08:09
  Speaker 1: ye have set the sun to see their honesty. Ships
• 1:08:14
  Speaker 1: of the line, each one ye westward run, convoying clouds
• 1:08:18
  Speaker 1: which cluster in your shrouds, always before the gale, under
• 1:08:22
  Speaker 1: a press of sail, with weight of metal, all untold.
• 1:08:26
  Speaker 1: I seem to feel ye in my firm seat here
• 1:08:29
  Speaker 1: immeasurable depth of hold, and breadth of beam, and length
• 1:08:33
  Speaker 1: of running gear. Methinks ye take luxurious pleasure in your
• 1:08:37
  Speaker 1: novel Western leisure, So cool your brows and freshly blue,
• 1:08:43
  Speaker 1: as time had not for ye to do. For ye
• 1:08:46
  Speaker 1: lie at your length and unappropriated strength, unhewn primeval timber
• 1:08:52
  Speaker 1: for knees, so stiff, for mass, so limber, the stock
• 1:08:56
  Speaker 1: of which new earths are made one day to be
• 1:08:59
  Speaker 1: our we Eastern trade, fit for the stensions of a
• 1:09:03
  Speaker 1: world which through the seas a space is hurled while
• 1:09:07
  Speaker 1: we enjoy a lingering ray. Ye still o'er top the
• 1:09:10
  Speaker 1: western day, reposing Yonder on God's croft, like solid stacks
• 1:09:15
  Speaker 1: of hay, so bold a line as ne'er was writ
• 1:09:18
  Speaker 1: on any page by human wit. The forest glows as
• 1:09:22
  Speaker 1: if an enemy's camp fire shone along the horizon, or
• 1:09:26
  Speaker 1: the day's funeral pyre were lighted there, edged with silver
• 1:09:30
  Speaker 1: and with gold. The clouds hang o'er in damask, fold
• 1:09:35
  Speaker 1: and with fresh depth of amber light. The west is dight,
• 1:09:39
  Speaker 1: where still a few rays slat that even Heaven seems extravagant.
• 1:09:43
  Speaker 1: Watata Hill lies on the horizon's sill like a child's
• 1:09:47
  Speaker 1: toy left over night. Another does too, left and right
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  Speaker 1: on the earth's edge, Mountains and trees stand as they
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  Speaker 1: were on air graven, or as the vessels in a
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  Speaker 1: haven await the morning breeze. I fancy, even through your defiles,
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  Speaker 1: windeth the way to Heaven and Yonder. Still, in spite
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  Speaker 1: of history's page linger the golden and the silver age
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  Speaker 1: upon the laboring gale, The news of future centuries is
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  Speaker 1: brought and of new dynasties of thought from your remotest veil.
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  Speaker 1: But special I remember thee Wachusut, who like me standest
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  Speaker 1: alone without society. Thy far blue eye, a remnant of
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  Speaker 1: the sky seen through the clearing of the gorge, or
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  Speaker 1: from the windows of the forge, doth leavin all it
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  Speaker 1: passes by. Nothing is true, but stands between me and you,
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  Speaker 1: Thou western pioneer, who know'st not shame nor fear by
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  Speaker 1: venturous spirit, driven under the eaves of heaven, and canst
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  Speaker 1: expand thee there and breathe enough of air even beyond
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  Speaker 1: the west. Thou, my greatest, into unclouded tracts, without a
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  Speaker 1: pilgrim's axe, cleaving thy road on high with thy well
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  Speaker 1: timbered brow, and makes thyself a clearing in the sky,
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  Speaker 1: upholding Heaven, holding down Earth, thy pastime from thy birth,
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  Speaker 1: not steadied by the one, nor leaning on the other.
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  Speaker 1: May I approve myself thy worthy brother in the poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. The Respectable Folks
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  Speaker 1: by Henry David Thoreaux read for LibriVox dot Org by
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  Speaker 1: Lurie Wilson. The Respectable Folk Square Dwell. They they whisper
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  Speaker 1: the oaks, and they sigh in the hay summer and winter,
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  Speaker 1: night and day out on the meadow there dwell they
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  Speaker 1: They never die, nor snivel, nor cry, nor ask our pity.
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  Speaker 1: With a wet eye a sound estate. They ever mend
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  Speaker 1: to every ascer readily lend to the ocean wealth, to
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  Speaker 1: the meadow health, to time his length, to the rock's strength,
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  Speaker 1: to the star's light, to the weary night, to the
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  Speaker 1: busy day, to the idle play. And so their good
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  Speaker 1: cheer never ends, for all are their debtors and all
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  Speaker 1: their friends. In a poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain. Poverty a fragment by Henry David Thoreau, read
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  Speaker 1: for LibriVox dot org by Larry Wilson. If I am poor,
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  Speaker 1: it is that I am proud. If God has made
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  Speaker 1: me naked and abhore, he did not think it fit
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  Speaker 1: his work to shroud the poor man comes direct from
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  Speaker 1: Heaven to Earth, as stars drop down the sky and
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  Speaker 1: tropic beams. The rich receives in our gross air his birth.
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  Speaker 1: As from Low's suns are slanted golden gleams. Yon's sun
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  Speaker 1: is naked bear of satellite. Unless our earth and moon
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  Speaker 1: that office hold though his perpetual day fereth no night,
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  Speaker 1: and his perennial summer dreads. No cold mankind may tell
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  Speaker 1: that cannot my wealth spend? If I no partial wealth appropriate,
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  Speaker 1: no armored ships, unto the Indie sind none robs me
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  Speaker 1: of my oriented state in the poem, this recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain. Conscience by Henry David Thoreau, read
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  Speaker 1: for LibriVox dot Org by Larry Wilson. Conscience is instinct
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  Speaker 1: bred in the house, feeling and thinking propagate the sin
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  Speaker 1: by an unnatural breeding in and in. I say, turn
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  Speaker 1: it out doors into the moors. I love a life
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  Speaker 1: whose plus is simple and does not thicken with every pimple,
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  Speaker 1: A soul so sound, no sickly conscience binds it, that
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  Speaker 1: makes the universe no worse than finds it. I love
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  Speaker 1: an earnest soul whose mighty joy and sorrow are not
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  Speaker 1: drowned in a bowl and brought to life tomorrow, that
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  Speaker 1: lives one tragedy and not seventy. A conscience worth keeping, laughing,
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  Speaker 1: not weeping. A conscience wise and steady and forever, ready
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  Speaker 1: not changing with events, dealing in compliments. A conscience exercised
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  Speaker 1: about large things, where one may doubt. I love a soul,
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  Speaker 1: not all of wood, predestinated to be good, but true
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  Speaker 1: to the backbone, unto itself alone, and faults to none,
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  Speaker 1: born to its own affairs, its own joys, and own cares,
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  Speaker 1: by whom the work which God begun is finished and
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  Speaker 1: not undone, taken up where he left off, whether to
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  Speaker 1: worship or to scoff. If not good, why then evil?
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  Speaker 1: If not good, God, good, devil, goodness, You hypocrite, Come
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  Speaker 1: out of that. Live your life, do your work, then
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  Speaker 1: take your hat. I have no patience towards such conscientious cowards.
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  Speaker 1: Give me simple laboring folk who love their work, whose
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  Speaker 1: virtue is a song to cheer God along in the poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Pilgrims by Henry
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  Speaker 1: David Throux, read for LibriVox dot Org by Larry Wilson.
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  Speaker 1: Have you not seen in ancient times pilgrims pass by
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  Speaker 1: toward other climes with shining faces, youthful and strong, mounting
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  Speaker 1: this hill with speech and with song. Ah, my good sir,
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  Speaker 1: I know not those ways, little my knowledge, though many
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  Speaker 1: my days, when I have slumbered I have heard sounds
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  Speaker 1: as of travelers passing these my grounds. Twas a sweet
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  Speaker 1: music wafted them by. I could not tell if afar
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  Speaker 1: off or nigh unless I dreamed it. This was of yore.
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  Speaker 1: I never told it to mortal before, never remembered, but
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  Speaker 1: in my dreams what to me waking a miracle seems
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  Speaker 1: in the poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: The Departure by Henry David Thorrow read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 1: Org by Laurie Wilson. In this roadstead I have ridden,
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  Speaker 1: in this covert I have hidden friendly thoughts were cliffs
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  Speaker 1: to me, and I hid beneath their lee. This true
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  Speaker 1: people took the stranger and warm hearted house to the
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  Speaker 1: They received their roving guests, and have fed him with
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  Speaker 1: the best whatsowere the land afforded to the stranger's wish, accorded,
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  Speaker 1: shook the olive, stripped the vine, and expressed the strengthening wine.
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  Speaker 1: And by night they did spread o'er him what by
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  Speaker 1: day they spread before him. That good will which was
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  Speaker 1: repassed was his covering. At last the stranger moored him
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  Speaker 1: to their peer without anxiety or fear. By day he
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  Speaker 1: walked the sloping land by night, the gentle heavens he scanned,
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  Speaker 1: when first a bark stood inland to the coast of
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  Speaker 1: that far finland. Sweet water brooks came tumbling to the
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  Speaker 1: shore the weary mariner to restore. And still he stayed
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  Speaker 1: from day to day if he their kindness might repay.
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  Speaker 1: But more and more the sullen waves came rolling toward
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  Speaker 1: the shore. And still the more the stranger waited, the
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  Speaker 1: less his argacy was freighted. And still the more he stayed,
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  Speaker 1: the less his debt was paid. So he unfurled his
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  Speaker 1: shrouded mass to receive the fragrant blast, and that same
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  Speaker 1: refreshing gale which had wooed him to remain again and
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  Speaker 1: again it was that filled his sail and drove him
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  Speaker 1: to the main. All day, the low hung clouds dropped
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  Speaker 1: tears into the sea, and the wind amid the shrouds
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  Speaker 1: sighed plaintively in the poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain. Independence by Henry David Thoreau read for Lebrevox
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  Speaker 1: dot Org by Larry Wilson. My life more civil is
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  Speaker 1: and free than any civil polity. Ye princes, keep your
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  Speaker 1: realms and circumscribed power, not wide as are my dreams,
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  Speaker 1: nor rich as is this hour. What can ye give
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  Speaker 1: which I have not? What can ye take which I
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  Speaker 1: have got? Can ye defend the dangerous? Can ye inherit
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  Speaker 1: nakedness to all true wants? Time's ear is death. Penurias
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  Speaker 1: states lend no relief out of their pelf, But a
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  Speaker 1: free soul, thank God, can help itself. Be sure your
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  Speaker 1: fate doth keep a parted state, not linked with any band,
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  Speaker 1: even the noblest in the land, in tented fields with
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  Speaker 1: cloth of gold. No place doth hold, but is more
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  Speaker 1: chivalrous than they are, And sayeth for nobler war. A
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  Speaker 1: finer strain, its trumpet rings, a brighter gleam, Its armor
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  Speaker 1: flings the life that I aspire to live. No man
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  Speaker 1: proposeth me no trade upon the street wears its emblazonry
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  Speaker 1: in the poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Ding Dong by Henry David Throw read for Librevox dot
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  Speaker 1: Org by Larry Wilson. When the world grows old by
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  Speaker 1: the chimney side, Then forth to the ugly nooks, I
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  Speaker 1: glide where over the water and over the land the
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  Speaker 1: bells are booming on either hand. Now up they go,
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  Speaker 1: Ding then down again, dong and a while they ring
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  Speaker 1: to the same old song. For the metal goes round
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  Speaker 1: at a single bound, a cut in the fields, with
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  Speaker 1: its measured sound, while the tired tongue falls with a
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  Speaker 1: lengthened boom, as solemn and loud as the crack of
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  Speaker 1: doom then changed. Is there measured tone upon tone, And
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  Speaker 1: seldom it is that one sound comes alone. For they
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  Speaker 1: regout their peals in a mingled throng, and the breezes
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  Speaker 1: waft the loud ding dong along. When the echo hath
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  Speaker 1: reached me in this lone vale, I am straightway a
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  Speaker 1: hero in coat of mail. I tug up my belt on,
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  Speaker 1: I march on my post, and feel myself more than
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  Speaker 1: a match for a host in a poem. This recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. My Prayer by Henry David
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  Speaker 1: Thoreaux read for Lebrivox dot Org by Laurie Wilson, Great God,
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  Speaker 1: I ask THEE for no meaner pealth than that I
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  Speaker 1: may not disappoint myself, that in my action I may
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  Speaker 1: soar as high as I can now discern with this
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  Speaker 1: clear eye, and next in value which thy kindness lends,
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  Speaker 1: that I may greatly disappoint my friends. Howhere they think
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  Speaker 1: or hope that it may be, they may not dream
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  Speaker 1: how thou'st distinguished me. That my weak hand may equal
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  Speaker 1: my firm faith and my life practice more than my
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  Speaker 1: tongue saith, that my low conduct may not show, nor
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  Speaker 1: my relenting lines, that I thy purpose, did not know
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  Speaker 1: or overrated Thy designs in the poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain. End of Poems of Nature by
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  Speaker 1: Henry David Thereaux