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Rainbow and the Rose - E. Nesbit · Timeless Fyodor Dostoevsky Stories

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  Speaker 1: The Things That Matter by Edith in Nesbitt read for
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox by Eleanor Howard. Now that I've nearly done my
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  Speaker 1: days and grown too stiff to sweep or sow, I
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  Speaker 1: sit and think till I'm a maze about what lots
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  Speaker 1: of things I know, things as I've found out, one
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  Speaker 1: by one. And when I'm fast down in the clay,
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  Speaker 1: my knowing things and how they're done will all be
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  Speaker 1: lost and thrown away. There's things I know as won't
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  Speaker 1: be lost. Things as folks write and talk about the
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  Speaker 1: way to keep your roots from frost, and how to
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  Speaker 1: get your ink spots out, what medicines good for sores
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  Speaker 1: and sprains, what way to salt your butter down, what
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  Speaker 1: charms will cure your different pains, and what will bright
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  Speaker 1: your faded gown. But more important things than these they
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  Speaker 1: can't be written in a book. How fast to boil
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  Speaker 1: your greens and peas, and how good bacon ought to
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  Speaker 1: look the feel of real good wearing stuff, the kind
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  Speaker 1: of apple as will keep the look of bread that's
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  Speaker 1: rose enough, And how to get a child asleep, whether
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  Speaker 1: the jam is fit to pot, whether the milk is
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  Speaker 1: going to turn, whether a hen will lay or not
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  Speaker 1: is things as some folks never learn. I know the
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  Speaker 1: weather by the sky. I know what herbs grow in
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  Speaker 1: what lane, and if sick men are going to die,
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  Speaker 1: or if they'll get about again. Young wives come in
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  Speaker 1: a smiling grave with secrets that they itch to tell.
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  Speaker 1: I know what sort of times they'll have, and if
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  Speaker 1: they'll have a boy or girl, and if a lad
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  Speaker 1: is ill to bind, or some young maid is hard
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  Speaker 1: to lead. I know when you should speak n kind
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  Speaker 1: and when it's scolding, as they need. I used to
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  Speaker 1: know where birds had set and likely spots for trout
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  Speaker 1: or hair. And God may want me to forget the
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  Speaker 1: way to set a line or snare, but not the
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  Speaker 1: way to truss a chick, to fry a fish, or
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  Speaker 1: baste a roast, nor how to tell when folks are
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  Speaker 1: sick what kind of herb will ease them most. Forgetting
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  Speaker 1: seems such a silly waste. I know so many little things,
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  Speaker 1: and now the angels will make haste to dust it
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  Speaker 1: all away with wings. O, God, you made me like
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  Speaker 1: to know, You kept the things straight in my head. Please, God,
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  Speaker 1: if you can make it so, let me know something
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  Speaker 1: when I'm dead. End of poem This LibriVox recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: The confession by Edith Nesbit read for LibriVox by Red Adament.
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  Speaker 2: I haven't always acted good. I've taken things not meant
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  Speaker 2: for me, not other people's drink and food, but things
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  Speaker 2: they never seem to see. I haven't done the way
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  Speaker 2: I ought. If all they say in church is true,
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  Speaker 2: but all I've had I've fairly bought and paid for
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  Speaker 2: pretty heavy too. For days and weeks are very long
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  Speaker 2: if you get nothing new and bright, and if you
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  Speaker 2: never do no wrong, somehow you never do no right.
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  Speaker 2: The chap that dre sain't go a yard for fear
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  Speaker 2: the path should read astray may be a saint, though
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  Speaker 2: that seems hard, but he's no traveler anyway. Some things
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  Speaker 2: I can't be sorry for the things that silly people hate.
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  Speaker 2: But some I did I do deplore. I knew in
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  Speaker 2: side they wasn't straight. And when my last account is
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  Speaker 2: filed and stuck up angels stopped their song, I'll ask
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  Speaker 2: God's pardon like a child for what I really knew
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  Speaker 2: was wrong. If you've a child, you'd rather see a
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  Speaker 2: bit of temper off and on a greedy grab a
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  Speaker 2: silly spree, and then a braced thing said or done.
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  Speaker 2: Then hear your boy whine all day long about the
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  Speaker 2: things he mustn't do, just doing nothing right or wrong.
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  Speaker 2: And God may feel the same as you. For God's
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  Speaker 2: or father, so they say he made his laws and
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  Speaker 2: he made me. He'll understand about the way me and
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  Speaker 2: his laws could not agree. He might say, you're worth more,
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  Speaker 2: my son than all my laws. Since law began, take
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  Speaker 2: good with bad. Here's something done. And I'm your God,
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  Speaker 2: and you're my man and of poem. This LibriVox recording
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  Speaker 2: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Work by Edith Lisbet read for LibriVox by Beth Thomas.
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  Speaker 3: When I am busying about sewing on buttons, tapes and strings,
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  Speaker 3: hanging the weeks wet, washing out or ironing the children's things,
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  Speaker 3: sweeping and dusting, cleaning grates, scrubbing the dresser or the floors,
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  Speaker 3: washing the greasy dinner plates, scouring the brasses on the doors,
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  Speaker 3: I wonder what it's all about. And when did people
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  Speaker 3: first begin to keep the dirt and wornness out and
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  Speaker 3: keep the wholesome comfort in? How long it is since
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  Speaker 3: woman bore this round of wash and make and mend
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  Speaker 3: and what God makes us do it for, and whether
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  Speaker 3: it will ever end. When God began to do his work,
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  Speaker 3: he made a new thing every day. Even now. He
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  Speaker 3: is not one to shirk, but makes things always some
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  Speaker 3: new way. He made the earth and sky and sun,
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  Speaker 3: the creatures of the sea and wood. And when his
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  Speaker 3: first week's work was done, he saw that it was
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  Speaker 3: very good. But he for all he worked so fast
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  Speaker 3: to finish air and wave and shore, knew that work
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  Speaker 3: of his would last for ever and for evermore. On
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  Speaker 3: Saturday night he was content. He knew that Monday would
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  Speaker 3: not bring need for another firmament, another set of everything.
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  Speaker 3: But though my work is easier far than making sea
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  Speaker 3: and sky and sun, it's harder than God's labors are.
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  Speaker 3: Because my work is never done. I sweep and churn,
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  Speaker 3: save and contrive. I bake and brew. I don't complain,
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  Speaker 3: But every Monday morning I've last Monday's work to do again.
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  Speaker 3: I'm good at work. I work away always the same.
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  Speaker 3: My work must go. The flowers grow different every day.
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  Speaker 3: That's why I like to see them grow. If up
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  Speaker 3: in heaven God understood, he'd let me, for my paradise
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  Speaker 3: make all things new and very good. And never make
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  Speaker 3: the same thing twice. End of Palm. This Liprivox recording
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  Speaker 3: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: The Jilted Lover to his Mother by Edith Nesbit read
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  Speaker 4: for LibriVox by Christy Kruz. You needn't pray for me,
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  Speaker 4: old lady. I don't want no one's prayer. I'm fit
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  Speaker 4: and jolly as ever I was. You needn't think I
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  Speaker 4: care when I go whistling down the road when the
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  Speaker 4: warm night is falling. She needn't think I'm whistling her.
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  Speaker 4: It's another girl I'm calling. If I pass her house
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  Speaker 4: a dozen times or fifty times a day, she needn't
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  Speaker 4: think I think of her. My work lies out that way.
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  Speaker 4: If they should tell her I've grown thin, for that
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  Speaker 4: is what they've told me. This cursed weather counts for that,
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  Speaker 4: and not the girl who sold me. And if they
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  Speaker 4: say I'm off my feed, I still can tip a
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  Speaker 4: can if I get drunk, what's that to her? I
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  Speaker 4: am not her, young man. I know I've had a
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  Speaker 4: lucky let off. She ain't no class, She ain't for all.
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  Speaker 4: She looked like a bus show roses and talked like
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  Speaker 4: a story book saint. I never give a thought to her.
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  Speaker 4: Don't worry your old head. I've quite forgot her pretty
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  Speaker 4: ways and the cruel things. She said. There's lots of
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  Speaker 4: other gals to be had, as any chap can see.
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  Speaker 4: So you cheer up. You've got no call to go
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  Speaker 4: and pray for me. But all the same, if you
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  Speaker 4: want to pray, you'd best prayed. God take care of them,
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  Speaker 4: for if I catch them two together, by hell, I'll
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  Speaker 4: swing for the pair of them. In of poem, This
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  Speaker 4: labor box recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: The Will to Live by Edith Nesbitt, read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 5: dot Org by Larry Wilson. Since faith is a veil
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  Speaker 5: that has nothing behind it, and hope wanders lost where
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  Speaker 5: no mortal can find it. Since love is a mirror,
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  Speaker 5: we break in a minute in snatching the image our
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  Speaker 5: soul has cast in it. What is the use of
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  Speaker 5: the summers and springs, the wave of the woods in
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  Speaker 5: the waft of the wings. Since all means nothing, and
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  Speaker 5: good things and ill make madness a mirage tormenting us still,
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  Speaker 5: Since all the fighting, the ardent endeavor, the heart casts
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  Speaker 5: bleeding to the ideal are vain, vain, vain, And the
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  Speaker 5: one thing real is that all's vain for ever and ever.
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  Speaker 5: Why then, be a man and stand back from the
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  Speaker 5: strife fall by the sword, but keep out of the snare.
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  Speaker 5: Will but to be and be willing to bear all
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  Speaker 5: that the gods may lay on your of life. In
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  Speaker 5: the far east, where light ever dawns, first there has
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  Speaker 5: man learned how the fates may be cheated, How by
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  Speaker 5: our craft may their strength be defeated, though all our
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  Speaker 5: best be no match for their worst. Kill the desire
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  Speaker 5: that they set in your bosom. Long not for fruit
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  Speaker 5: when you gaze on the blossom, Dream not of flowers
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  Speaker 5: when you gaze on the bud. Kill all the rebels
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  Speaker 5: that shout in your blood, sorrow and sickness, disease and decay.
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  Speaker 5: These toll the hours of life's desolate day, hopes, unfulfilled
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  Speaker 5: and forbidden delight. These are the dreams of life's treacherous night.
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  Speaker 5: So let me image an infinite peace, touched with no joy,
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  Speaker 5: but the ease of release. Out of the eddies, I climb,
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  Speaker 5: and I cease keeping in charge for this man's soul.
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  Speaker 5: Of me, something which by the eternal decree is as
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  Speaker 5: like nothing as something can be. Not to desire to
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  Speaker 5: admit to a door casting the robe of the soul
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  Speaker 5: that you wore, just as the soul casts the body's
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  Speaker 5: robe down. This is man's destiny, This is man's crown,
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  Speaker 5: This is the splendor the end of the feast. This
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  Speaker 5: is the light of the star in the east. So
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  Speaker 5: silence reconciles life's jarring phrases far in the future, austere
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  Speaker 5: and august mean, while the buds of the poplars are falling,
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  Speaker 5: springs on the lawn, and a little voice calling, Daddy,
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  Speaker 5: come out, Daddy, Darling, you must, Daddy, come out and
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  Speaker 5: help Molly pick daisies. And since one's here and the
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  Speaker 5: springs in the garden, how many lives hints will that
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  Speaker 5: thought earn pardon? Since one's a man, and a man's
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  Speaker 5: heart is insistent, And since nirvana is doubtful and distant.
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  Speaker 5: Though life's a hard road and thorny to travel, stone's
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  Speaker 5: in the borders and grass on the gravel, still there's
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  Speaker 5: the wisdom that wise men call folly. Still one can
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  Speaker 5: go and pick daisies with Molly and a poem. This
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  Speaker 5: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: Edie's a Bit Read for liby Box by Gena Devinera.
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  Speaker 7: The beatific vision. Oh God, if I do my duty
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  Speaker 7: and walk in a thorny way, will you pain me
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  Speaker 7: with heavens of beauty millions of lives away? Will you
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  Speaker 7: give me the music.
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  Speaker 6: Of heaven and the joy that none understands in place
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  Speaker 6: of what life would have given if I had held
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  Speaker 6: out my hands.
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  Speaker 8: I have lived in a narrow prison. I have arrived
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  Speaker 8: me for a bitter creed, and I dare to say
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  Speaker 8: that no heaven can paign the renounce to dream and deed.
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  Speaker 8: But when my life's portal closes, if you have no
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  Speaker 8: heaven to spare, God, give me a garden of roses
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  Speaker 8: and someone to walk with you.
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  Speaker 6: Dead end of Poeen. This Dtriful's recording is in the
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  Speaker 6: public domain.
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  Speaker 9: Mummy Wheat by Edith Nesbit read for LibriVox by ed Humpel.
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  Speaker 9: Laid close to death these many thousand years in this
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  Speaker 9: small seed, life hid herself and smiled so well she
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  Speaker 9: hid death was at least beguiled, set free the grain
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  Speaker 9: and lo the sevenfold ears, warmed by the sun, wooed
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  Speaker 9: by the wind's soft word. Under blue canopy, they hold
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  Speaker 9: their state for this ah, was it not worth while?
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  Speaker 9: To wait through all the centuries of hope deferred. What
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  Speaker 9: could they know who laid this seed? With death, of
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  Speaker 9: this divine fruition fixed in planned love, since life parts us,
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  Speaker 9: lend my hand your hand, and look with me into
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  Speaker 9: the eyes of faith, For here between your hand and
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  Speaker 9: mine there lies a little seed we trust to death
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  Speaker 9: to keep through unimagined centuries of sleep, until the day
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  Speaker 9: when life shall bid it rise. Our harvest waits us.
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  Speaker 9: Who knows where or how, what world's away, wrapped in
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  Speaker 9: what coil of pain? But life shall bid us pluck
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  Speaker 9: gold sevenfold grain grown from the love. She bids us
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  Speaker 9: bury now. End of poem. This LibriVox recording is in
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  Speaker 9: the public domain.
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  Speaker 10: The Beech Tree by Edith Nesbitt readful LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 10: by Joe Bloom, My beautiful beech, Your smooth gray coat
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  Speaker 10: is trimmed with letters, once each stood for all things.
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  Speaker 10: Dear to foolish lovers dead, this many a year whose
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  Speaker 10: lamp of lighted love so soon was dimmed. You have
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  Speaker 10: seen them come and go, and heard their kisses and
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  Speaker 10: vows under your boughs, the pitiful wows they swore, Have
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  Speaker 10: seen their poor tears flow, have seen them part to
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  Speaker 10: meet and to return no more. And in old winters,
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  Speaker 10: through your branches bare, the north wind drove the blue
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  Speaker 10: home scented smoke that on the glowing Christmas hearth awoke,
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  Speaker 10: where the old logs, with eager flicker and flare, sang
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  Speaker 10: their low, crackling song of peace and good will. The
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  Speaker 10: old song is still. The old voices have died away.
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  Speaker 10: The hearth has been cold so long, and the bright
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  Speaker 10: faces dimmed and covered up with clay, and summer after
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  Speaker 10: summer wakes to glow. The ordered pleasants with the clipped
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  Speaker 10: box hedge, the drooping lilac by the old moats, the
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  Speaker 10: roses that throw you kisses from below, the orchard pink
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  Speaker 10: and white, the sedges whispered words, the nestling birds. All
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  Speaker 10: these returned to revel around your feet. And in the
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  Speaker 10: untroubled night, the nightingale still sings. The jasmine still is sweet,
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  Speaker 10: My beautiful beech. I carve upon you here the master
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  Speaker 10: letter which begins her name, through whom to me the
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  Speaker 10: royal summer came, and nightingale and rose in all things dear,
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  Speaker 10: And in some far off time, I shall come here,
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  Speaker 10: weary and old, when the heart in my heart has cold,
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  Speaker 10: and the birds that nest there flown. I will remember
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  Speaker 10: this summer in all its prime, and say there was
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  Speaker 10: a day, thank God the giver, an unforgotten day, when
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  Speaker 10: I walked here, not alone, O, God of pity and sorrow,
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  Speaker 10: not alone. End of poem. This record is in the
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  Speaker 10: public domain.
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  Speaker 11: In absence by Edith Nesbit. Wake Do you wake in
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  Speaker 11: the dark in the strange far place, window and door
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  Speaker 11: not set like the ones we knew? Leaning your face
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  Speaker 11: through the dark for another face, stretching your arms to
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  Speaker 11: the arms that are far from you, even as I
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  Speaker 11: through the depth of this darkness?
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  Speaker 5: Do sleep? Do you sleep in.
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  Speaker 11: The house, in the lonely land, in the lonely room?
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  Speaker 11: Do you hear no steps draw near? Do you miss
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  Speaker 11: in the darkness the hand that implores your hand? See
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  Speaker 11: through the darkness your last dream disappear? And weep as
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  Speaker 11: I weep in the outer darkness? Here dream? Do you dream? Nay?
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  Speaker 5: Never?
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  Speaker 11: A dream will stay never. A phantom is fond or
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  Speaker 11: a vision kind. Your dreams elude you and fly through
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  Speaker 11: the dark my way. My dreams fly forth to you
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  Speaker 11: whom they may not find, And we in the darkness
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  Speaker 11: weep we weep and are left behind and a palm.
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  Speaker 11: This recording is in the public domain. Silence by Edith
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  Speaker 11: Nesbit read for LibriVox dot Org by Vita So silent
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  Speaker 11: is the world tonight. The lamp gives silence out like light.
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  Speaker 11: The lattice windows open wide show silence, like the night outside.
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  Speaker 11: The Nightingale's faint song draws near, like musical silence to
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  Speaker 11: mine ear the empty house calls not to me here
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  Speaker 11: but for fate were thou and she? Its jibe for
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  Speaker 11: once is checked to night. Silence is queen in griefs
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  Speaker 11: despite and even the longing of my soul is silent
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  Speaker 11: neath this hour's control. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 11: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Raison d'etreux by Edith Nesbitt, read for LibriVox by Eleanor Howard.
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  Speaker 1: A weary night, A weary day, when heart's delight is
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  Speaker 1: far away? What is the day? A frame of blue
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  Speaker 1: The vacant, glaring sun grins through What is the night?
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  Speaker 1: A sable veil through which the moon peers, tired and
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  Speaker 1: pale O weary day, A weary night? How far away
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  Speaker 1: is heart's dene love? Hung? The sun in his high
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  Speaker 1: place to give me light to see her face, and
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  Speaker 1: love spread out the veil of night to hide us
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  Speaker 1: too from all men's sight. Oh kindly night, oh pleasant day,
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  Speaker 1: Your use is gone? Why should ye stay? My heart's
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  Speaker 1: delight is far away? O weary night, O weary day.
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  Speaker 1: End of poem. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 12: The Onlooker by Edith Nesbit read for LibriVox by Rose Hip.
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  Speaker 12: If I could make a pillow for your head, soft, pleasant,
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  Speaker 12: filled with every pretty thought. If I could lay a
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  Speaker 12: carpet where you tread of all my life's most radiant fancies,
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  Speaker 12: wrought and spread my love as canopy above you, your sleep,
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  Speaker 12: your steps should know how much I love you. But
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  Speaker 12: as life goes to the old sorry tune, I stand apart.
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  Speaker 12: I see thorns wound your feet, your sleeping eyes, resenting
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  Speaker 12: sun and moon. Your head lie restless on a breast,
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  Speaker 12: unmeet and say no word, and suffer without moan, lest
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  Speaker 12: you should guess how much you are alone. End of poem.
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  Speaker 12: This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 13: The Tree of Knowledge by I did Nesbit read for
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  Speaker 13: LibriVox by Adrian Graanji. I plucked the blossoms of delight
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  Speaker 13: in Minnia wood and Minnia field. I made a garland
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  Speaker 13: fair and bright as any gardens yield. But when I
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  Speaker 13: saw the living tree to make new art and even
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  Speaker 13: I found alas for you and me, its roots were
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  Speaker 13: set in you, Oh dear my garden, where the fruit
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  Speaker 13: of lovely knowledge sweetly springs. How jealously you guard the
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  Speaker 13: root of all enlightening things and of poem. This LibriVox
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  Speaker 5: At parting by Edith Nesbit, read for LibriVox by Larry Wilson.
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  Speaker 5: And you could leave me now after the first remembered
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  Speaker 5: whispered Thou, which sings forever and ever in my ears,
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  Speaker 5: the vow which God among his angels hears. After the
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  Speaker 5: long drawn years, the slow, hard tears, could break new
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  Speaker 5: ground and wake a new, strange garden to blossom for
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  Speaker 5: your sake, and leave me here alone in the old
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  Speaker 5: garden that was once our own. How should I learn
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  Speaker 5: to bear our garden's pleasant ways and pleasant air, her flowers,
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  Speaker 5: her fruits, her lily, her rose and thorn, When only
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  Speaker 5: in a picture these appear, these once alive and always
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  Speaker 5: over deer Ah, think again the rose you used to wear,
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  Speaker 5: must still be more than other roses, be the flower
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  Speaker 5: of flowers. Ah, pity, pity me, for in my acres
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  Speaker 5: is no plot of ground whereon could in garden sight
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  Speaker 5: be found. I have but little skill to water weed
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  Speaker 5: until and make the desert blossom like the rose. Yet
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  Speaker 5: our old garden nose, if I have loved its ways
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  Speaker 5: and walks, and kept the garden watered and the pleasants swept. Yet,
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  Speaker 5: if you must go, now go with my blessing, filling
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  Speaker 5: both your hands, and mid the desert sands which life
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  Speaker 5: drifts deep round every garden wall. Make your new festival
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  Speaker 5: of bud and blossom, red rose and green leaf. No
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  Speaker 5: black born of my grief shall touch your garden. Love,
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  Speaker 5: But my heart's prayer shall draw down blessing on you
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  Speaker 5: from the air, And all we learned of leaf and
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  Speaker 5: plant and tree shall serve you when you walk no
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  Speaker 5: more with me in garden ways, and when with her
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  Speaker 5: you tread the pleasant ways with blossoms overhead. And when
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  Speaker 5: she asks how did you come to know the secrets
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  Speaker 5: of the waves of these green things grow? Then you
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  Speaker 5: will answer, And I please God, here I had another
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  Speaker 5: garden once, my dear and the poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 5: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 13: Song by Idiot Nesbit, rereadfully revoxed by Adriaanne Conchi. I
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  Speaker 13: hear the waves to night Petersley calling, calling, though the
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  Speaker 13: light of the kind moon is falling, like kisses on
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  Speaker 13: the sea that calls for sunshine. Dear as my soul
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  Speaker 13: calls for thee. I see the sea, I gray, wrinkling
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  Speaker 13: her brows, and sorrow hearers see bright love of yesterday
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  Speaker 13: return tomorrow son. I am tine, I'm tine. Oh see
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  Speaker 13: Tyler will come again. But what of mine and of poem?
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  Speaker 13: This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Renunciation by Edith Nesbit read for LibriVox by Christi Kruz
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  Speaker 4: renunciation Rose of the desert of my heart, moon of
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  Speaker 4: the night that is my soul. Thou canst not know
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  Speaker 4: how sweet thou art, nor what wildtides thy beans control
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  Speaker 4: for all thy heart. A garden is thy soul is
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  Speaker 4: like a dawn of May. And garden and dawn might
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  Speaker 4: both be his, who from them both must turn away?
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  Speaker 4: O garden of the springs lie, oh dewey dawn of
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  Speaker 4: perfect noon. I will not pluck thy roses, white or
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  Speaker 4: warm thy May time into June. I can but bless
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  Speaker 4: thee moon and rose, and journey far and very far,
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  Speaker 4: to where the night no moonbeam shows, to where no
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  Speaker 4: happy roses are, and upon the Slbrivox recording is in
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  Speaker 4: the public domain.
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  Speaker 12: The Veil of Maya by Edith Nesbit read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 12: by rose Hip Sweet. I have loved before. I know
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  Speaker 12: this longing that invades my days, this shape that haunts
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  Speaker 12: life's busy ways. I knows since long and long ago,
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  Speaker 12: this starry mystery of delight that floats across my eager eyes,
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  Speaker 12: this pain that makes earth paradise, these magic songs of
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  Speaker 12: day and night. I know them for the things they are.
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  Speaker 12: A passing pain, a longing fleet, a shape that soon
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  Speaker 12: I shall not meet, a fading dream of veil and star. Yet,
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  Speaker 12: even as my lips proclaim the wisdom that the years
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  Speaker 12: have lent, your absence is joy's banishment, and life's one
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  Speaker 12: music is your name. I love you to my heart's
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  Speaker 12: hid core those other loves. How should one learn from
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  Speaker 12: marsh lights? How the great fires burn? Ah? No, I
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  Speaker 12: never loved before? End of poem. This LibriVox recording is
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  Speaker 12: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Song by Edith Nesbit read for Librevox by Christy Kruz.
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  Speaker 4: Song the sunshine of your presence lies on the glad
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  Speaker 4: garden of my heart, and bids the leaves of silence
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  Speaker 4: part to show the flowers to your dear eyes. And
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  Speaker 4: flower on flower blooms there and dies and steal new
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  Speaker 4: buds awaken spring for sunshine makes the garden wise to
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  Speaker 4: know the time for blossoming. Night is no time for
• 30:58
  Speaker 4: blossoming your garden, then dreams otherwise a vanished summer, vanished spring,
• 31:06
  Speaker 4: And how the dearest flower first dies yet from your
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  Speaker 4: ministering eyes. Though night hath drawn me far apart on
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  Speaker 4: the steel garden of my heart. The moonlight of your
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  Speaker 4: memory lies in a poem. This LibriVox recording is in
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  Speaker 4: the public domain. To Vera who Asked a Song by
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  Speaker 4: Edith Nesbit read for LibriVox by Christi Kruz, to Vera
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  Speaker 4: who asked a song? If I only had time, I
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  Speaker 4: could make you a rhyme. But my time is kept
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  Speaker 4: flying by smiling and saying, and living and dying for you.
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  Speaker 4: The song seed I sew it, I water and hoe it,
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  Speaker 4: but never can grow it. Ah treacherous, you know it
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  Speaker 4: what is a poor poet to do? Ah, let me
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  Speaker 4: take breath. I am harried to death by the loves
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  Speaker 4: and the graces, the crowd where your face is that
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  Speaker 4: lurk in your laces and throng Call them off for
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  Speaker 4: a minute once, Let me begin it. The devil is
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  Speaker 4: in it if I cannot spin it as sweet as
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  Speaker 4: a linnet your song. End of poem. This LibriVox recording
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  Speaker 4: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 9: The poet to his Love by edith Nesbitt read for
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  Speaker 9: LibriVox by ed humphl.
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  Speaker 14: All.
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  Speaker 9: The flight of thoughts here shy, bold, scared, intrusive, fluttering
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  Speaker 9: in the sun, between the green and blue, wheeling, whirling, poising,
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  Speaker 9: lovely and elusive. How to cage the flying thoughts? My
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  Speaker 9: winged delight for you, Set a springe of rhyme, and
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  Speaker 9: hope to catch them in it. Strew my love as
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  Speaker 9: grain to lure them to the snare. Watch the hours
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  Speaker 9: build up, slow, minute, piled on minute. Still the wide
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  Speaker 9: sky guards their flight, and still the cage is bare,
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  Speaker 9: gleam of hovering feathers brushing me to flout me wings.
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  Speaker 9: Be weary, rest, who loves you more than I caught?
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  Speaker 13: Oh?
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  Speaker 9: Fluttering pinions, whitening air about me, rustling wings and distant
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  Speaker 9: flight and empty cage and sky end of poem. This
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  Speaker 9: LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: The Me Is Prayer by Edit Nesbit, Bad for Me
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  Speaker 6: be boxed by janat Minerva, the maiden sprayer, Spring, pretty spring,
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  Speaker 6: What treasure do you bring to me? Green grass and buttercups,
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  Speaker 6: cherry bloom and may sunshine to be led with green,
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  Speaker 6: and little birds to sing to me?
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  Speaker 15: Were Monesta to call me along the woodland way? Spring,
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  Speaker 15: happy spring? What wonder will you.
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  Speaker 6: Do for me?
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  Speaker 15: Lye to the turlip lanterns and set the furs a fire.
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  Speaker 15: Fear your sky with the sails of clouds, on the
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  Speaker 15: waves of living blue. For me, show me green cornfields
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  Speaker 15: and budding of the brier.
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  Speaker 6: Spring, darling spring.
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  Speaker 15: My days will not return to me, you who see
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  Speaker 15: them slating you old time, above you who moved the
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  Speaker 15: who was heart. I'll move one heart to turn to me.
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  Speaker 15: Bring me a lover and teach me how to love.
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  Speaker 6: End of point. This LibriVox Ocourdin is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 16: Song by Edith Nesbit read for LibriVox by Kathleen Love Me, Little,
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  Speaker 16: Love Me, long is the burden of my song. And
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  Speaker 16: if nothing more may be, little shall suffice for me.
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  Speaker 16: But if you could crown with flowers all my radiant
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  Speaker 16: festal hours, and console for hours of sorrow, love me
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  Speaker 16: more with each tomorrow. And if you would turn my
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  Speaker 16: days to one's splendid hamm of praise and set hopes
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  Speaker 16: like stars above me, love me much, and always love me.
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  Speaker 16: End of poem. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 16: The Magic Flower by Edith Nesbitt read for LibriVox by Kathleen.
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  Speaker 16: Through many days and many days, the seed of love
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  Speaker 16: lay hidden close. We walked the dusty, tiresome ways, where
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  Speaker 16: never a leaf or blossom grows, And in the darkness
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  Speaker 16: all the while the little seed its heart uncurled, and we,
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  Speaker 16: by many a weary mile, traveled towards it, round the world,
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  Speaker 16: to the hid center of the maze. At last we came,
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  Speaker 16: and there we found, Oh happy day, oh day of days,
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  Speaker 16: twin seed leaves, breaking holy ground, we dropped life's joys,
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  Speaker 16: a garnered sheaf, and spellbound watched still, hour by hour,
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  Speaker 16: magic on magic leaf by leaf, the un folding of
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  Speaker 16: our love's white flower, and the poem This recording is
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  Speaker 16: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 13: Ladergna Rob d'er sis by Edith Nesbit read full LibriVox
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  Speaker 13: by Arianne Graanji. O silken gown, I'll pick and pretty
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  Speaker 13: bowed quite a bargain in this city. Your ill trnate
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  Speaker 13: soul full false has plained me. No Paris gown would
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  Speaker 13: have betrayed me. You knew my pretty silken treasure. I
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  Speaker 13: must not wed for love or pleasure, but for a
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  Speaker 13: settlement and a title. Yet you anchorage is recital, he said, Oh,
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  Speaker 13: fendless gown. You listened while on your sheen two taste
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  Speaker 13: drops glistened. He said, let love to music said it.
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  Speaker 13: I'll never speak it nor forget it. No, no, I cried.
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  Speaker 13: I tried to save you. False gone. You show it
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  Speaker 13: the tears I give you. You looked discreet when first
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  Speaker 13: I phone you. How could you let his arm go
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  Speaker 13: round you? You darling dress, all smooth your CRSes. I'll
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  Speaker 13: wear you till you dropped to pieces. But poor man's
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  Speaker 13: wife were cotton on lea. They're gone. I hope you
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  Speaker 13: won't feel lonely and of poem. This LibriVox recording is
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  Speaker 13: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: The least possible by Edith Nesbit Red Furlabrivox, A Christy cruise,
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  Speaker 4: the least possible, Dear Goddess of the shining shrine, where
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  Speaker 4: all my votive tapers burn, where every gold emboidered dot,
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  Speaker 4: and all my flowers of life are brought with many
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  Speaker 4: alas that are not mine. What will you give me
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  Speaker 4: in return? The bow in Bond Street, in the park,
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  Speaker 4: the smile I'll worship on your lips, the courteous word
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  Speaker 4: at dinner dance, but never a blush, a conscious glance
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  Speaker 4: at most at Henley in the dark, your fleet mistaken fingertips. Ah,
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  Speaker 4: just for once, once only be an altar server. Stoop
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  Speaker 4: and set me upon the altar, richly rot of your
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  Speaker 4: most secret flower, sweet thought. One night, lights flicker burn
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  Speaker 4: for me before you sleep, and quiet forget me in
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  Speaker 4: the poem. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 12: Onto ca by Edith Nesbit read for LibriVox by rose Hip.
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  Speaker 12: When I am glad, I need your eyes to be
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  Speaker 12: the stars of paradise, your lips to be the seal
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  Speaker 12: of all the joy life grants and dreams. Recall your
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  Speaker 12: hand to lie my hands between what time we walk
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  Speaker 12: the garden green, but most in grief. I need your
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  Speaker 12: face to lean to mine in the desert, place your
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  Speaker 12: lips to mock the evil years, to sweeten me my
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  Speaker 12: cup of tears, your eyes to shine in clouds, despite
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  Speaker 12: your hands, to hold mine through the night. End of poem.
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  Speaker 12: This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Appeal by Dethness It read for Librifox by rehn Adamant
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  Speaker 2: Deafhne's Dearest. Wherefore weave me webs of lies lest truth
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  Speaker 2: should grieve me. I could pardon much, believe me, tour
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  Speaker 2: me deaphnis, or believe me, kill me, kill me, love me,
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  Speaker 2: leave me, Damn me, dear, but don't deceive me. End
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  Speaker 2: of poem. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Saint Valentine's Day by Edith Nesbit read for labor Box
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  Speaker 4: by Christi Kruz. Saint Valentine's Day. The South is a
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  Speaker 4: dream of flowers, with jewel for sky and sea, roast
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  Speaker 4: crowns for the dancing hour, gold fruits upon every tree.
• 42:10
  Speaker 4: But cold from the north, the wind blows forth that
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  Speaker 4: blows my love to me. The stars in the south
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  Speaker 4: are gold like lamps between sky and sea. The flowers
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  Speaker 4: that the forests hold like stars between tree and tree,
• 42:29
  Speaker 4: but little and white is the pale moon's light that
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  Speaker 4: lights my love to me. In the south, the orange
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  Speaker 4: grove makes dusk by the dusky sea. White palaces wrought
• 42:44
  Speaker 4: for love gleam white between tree and tree. But under
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  Speaker 4: bare bows is the little house warm lit for my
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  Speaker 4: love and me. End of poem. This LibriVox recording is
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  Speaker 4: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 9: Chagrined Ahmor by Edith Nesbit read for LibriVox by ed Humpel.
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  Speaker 9: If love and I were all alone, I might forget
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  Speaker 9: to grieve and for his pleasure, and my own might happier.
• 43:26
  Speaker 9: Garlands weave, but you sit there and watch us where
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  Speaker 9: the morning wreaths you wove, And while such mocking eyes
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  Speaker 9: you bear, I am not friends with love. Withdraw those
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  Speaker 9: cruel eyes, and let me search the garden through that
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  Speaker 9: I may weave. Ere, love beset the wreath of love
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  Speaker 9: for you, till you, whom love so well adorns its
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  Speaker 9: hidden thorns, discover and know at last what crown of
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  Speaker 9: thorns it was you gave your lover. End of pome.
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  Speaker 9: This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Bridal Eve by Edith Nesbit red for LibriVox by Christy Kruz.
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  Speaker 4: Bridal Eve. Good Night, My heart, My heart, good night,
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  Speaker 4: Oh good and dear and fair, with lips of life
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  Speaker 4: and eyes of light, and roses in your hair. To
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  Speaker 4: Morrow brings the other crown, the orange blossom sweet, and
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  Speaker 4: then the rose will be cast down with lily's at
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  Speaker 4: your feet, But in your soul a garden stands where
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  Speaker 4: fair the white rose blows. God teach my foolish, clumsy
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  Speaker 4: hands the way to tend my rose. That in the
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  Speaker 4: white rose garden steel the lily may bloom fair. God
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  Speaker 4: help my heart and soul, and will to keep the
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  Speaker 4: lily there. End of poem. This LibriVox recording is in
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  Speaker 4: the public domain. Love and Life by Edith Nesbit read
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  Speaker 4: for Librevox by Christy Kruz. Love and Life. Love only
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  Speaker 4: sings when love is young. When love is young and
• 45:40
  Speaker 4: still at play. How shall we count the sweet songs
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  Speaker 4: sung when love and joy kept holiday. But now love
• 45:51
  Speaker 4: has to earn his bread by lifelong stress and toil
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  Speaker 4: of tears. He finds his nest of songbirds that saying
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  Speaker 4: so sweet in other years for loves a man now
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  Speaker 4: strong and brave to fight for you, for you to
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  Speaker 4: live and love that once such bright songs gave has
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  Speaker 4: better things than songs to give. He gives you now
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  Speaker 4: a lifelong faith, a hand to help enjoy or pain.
• 46:25
  Speaker 4: And he will sing no more till death shall come
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  Speaker 4: to make him young again. End of poem. This LibriVox
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  Speaker 4: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 17: From the Italian by Edith Bespitt. Readful LibriVox by doo
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  Speaker 17: He Huck from the Italian. As a little child whom
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  Speaker 17: his mother has chidden, ricked in the dark, in a
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  Speaker 17: storm of weeping, sleeps with his tear stained eyes closed,
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  Speaker 17: hidden and with fists clenched sobs still in his sleeping
• 47:10
  Speaker 17: so in my breast sleeps Love, Oh white lady. What
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  Speaker 17: does he care though the rest are playing with rattles
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  Speaker 17: and drums in the woodland's shady happy children, whom Joy
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  Speaker 17: makes maying, Ah, do not wake him lest you should
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  Speaker 17: hear him scolding the others, breaking their rattles, smashing their
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  Speaker 17: drums when their play comes near him, Love, who for
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  Speaker 17: me is a god of battles and off from the Italian.
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  Speaker 17: This LibriVox recording is in the public.
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  Speaker 18: Domain out of the fullness of the heart. The mouth
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  Speaker 18: speaketh diff nesbit red for LibriVox dot org by Eileen Tipping,
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  Speaker 18: In answer to those who have said that English poets
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  Speaker 18: have no personal love to their country, England, My country,
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  Speaker 18: austere in the clamorous Council of Nations, set in the
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  Speaker 18: seat of the Mighty, wielding the sword of the strong.
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  Speaker 18: Have we but sung of your glory, firm and eternal foundations.
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  Speaker 18: Are not your woods and your meadows the core of
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  Speaker 18: our heart and our song, Oh, dear fields of my country,
• 48:42
  Speaker 18: grass growing green, glowing, golden green in the patience of winter,
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  Speaker 18: gold in the pageant of spring, oaks and the young
• 48:54
  Speaker 18: larches awakening, wind flowers and violets blowing. What if God
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  Speaker 18: sets us to singing, what save you shall we sing?
• 49:06
  Speaker 18: Who but our England is fair through the veil of
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  Speaker 18: her poet's praises? What but the pastoral face, the fruitful,
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  Speaker 18: beautiful breast, are not your poet's meadows starred with the
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  Speaker 18: English daisies, Were not the wings of their song birds
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  Speaker 18: fledged in an English nest, Songs of the leaves in
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  Speaker 18: the sunlight, songs of the fern, break and shadow, songs
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  Speaker 18: of the world of the woods and songs of the
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  Speaker 18: marsh and the mere. Are they not English woods? Dear
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  Speaker 18: English marshland and meadow. Have not your poets loved you England?
• 49:50
  Speaker 18: Are you not?
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  Speaker 4: Dear?
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  Speaker 18: Shoulders of upland brown lay dark to the sunset's bosom,
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  Speaker 18: living amber of and copper of new plowed loam, Downs
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  Speaker 18: where the white sheep wander, little gardens in blossom, roads
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  Speaker 18: that wind through the twilight up to the lights of home,
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  Speaker 18: Lanes that are white with hawthorn, Dikes where the sedges shiver,
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  Speaker 18: hollows where caged winds slumber, moorlands where winds wake free,
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  Speaker 18: sowing and reaping and gleaning spring and torrent and river?
• 50:33
  Speaker 18: Are they not more by worlds than the whole of
• 50:37
  Speaker 18: the world can be? Is there a corner of land,
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  Speaker 18: a furze fringed rag of a byeway, coin of your
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  Speaker 18: foam white cliffs, or swirl of your grass green waves,
• 50:50
  Speaker 18: leaf of your peaceful copse, or dust of your strenuous highway.
• 50:56
  Speaker 18: But in our hearts is sacred deer as our crater,
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  Speaker 18: our graves. Is not each bow in your orchards, each
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  Speaker 18: cloud in the skies above you, is not each byre
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  Speaker 18: or homestead furrow or farm or fold. Dear as the last,
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  Speaker 18: dear drops of the blood in the hearts that love you,
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  Speaker 18: feeling those hearts till the love is more than the
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  Speaker 18: heart can hold. Therefore the song breaks forth from the
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  Speaker 18: depths of the hidden fountain, singing your least frail flower,
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  Speaker 18: your raiment of seas and skies, Singing your pasture and cornfield,
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  Speaker 18: then and valley and mountain, England. Desire of my heart, England,
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  Speaker 18: delight of mine eyes. Take my song to my country.
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  Speaker 18: Many a sun and debtor pays you in praise and
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  Speaker 18: homage out of your gifts, full store life of my life,
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  Speaker 18: my England. Many will praise you better. None by the
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  Speaker 18: God that made you, can ever love you more. End
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  Speaker 18: of poem. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Summer Song by Edith Nesbitt, read for LibriVox by Eleanor Howard.
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  Speaker 1: There are white moon daisies in the midst of the meadow,
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  Speaker 1: where the flowered grass scatters its seeds like spray. There
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  Speaker 1: are purple orchids by the woodway's shadow. There are pale
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  Speaker 1: dog roses by the white highway, and the grass. The
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  Speaker 1: grass is tall, the grass is up for hay with
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  Speaker 1: daisies white like silver, and buttercups like. And it's oh
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  Speaker 1: for once to play through the long the lovely day,
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  Speaker 1: to laugh before the year grows old. There is silver
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  Speaker 1: moonlight on the breast of the river, where the willows
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  Speaker 1: tremble to the kiss of night, where the nine tall
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  Speaker 1: aspens in the meadow shiver, shiver in the night wind
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  Speaker 1: that turns them white. And the lamps, the lamps are lit.
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  Speaker 1: The lamps are glow worm's light between the silver aspens
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  Speaker 1: and the west's last gold. And it's oh to drink
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  Speaker 1: delight in the lovely, lonely night, to be young before
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  Speaker 1: the heart grows old. End of poem. This LibriVox recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: The Lower Room by Edith nesbit Red for LibriVox by
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  Speaker 4: Christi Cruz. The Lower Room, How soft a lamp light
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  Speaker 4: falls on pictures, books, and pleasant colored walls and curtains drawn,
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  Speaker 4: How happily one looks on glowing flame and ember Ah,
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  Speaker 4: Why should one remember do and dawn? Here, Age and
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  Speaker 4: wisdom sit calm and discreete Life and the fruit of
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  Speaker 4: it are here in truth Who's gathering once was sweet
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  Speaker 4: wisdom and age well met yet neither can forget folly
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  Speaker 4: and youth. End of poem. This libribox recording is in
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  Speaker 4: the public domain.
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  Speaker 10: Song by Edith Nisbitt read for LibriVox dot Org by
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  Speaker 10: Joe Blue. The summer down the garden walks swept in
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  Speaker 10: her garments bright. She touched the pale lily stalks and
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  Speaker 10: crowned them with delight. She breathed upon the roses head
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  Speaker 10: and filled its heart with the dead fire, and with
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  Speaker 10: a golden carpet spread the path of my desire. The
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  Speaker 10: larkspurs stood like sentinels to greet her. As she came, soft,
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  Speaker 10: rang the Canterbury bells the music of her name. She
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  Speaker 10: passed across the happy land where all dear dreams flower free.
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  Speaker 10: She took my true love by the hand and let
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  Speaker 10: her out to me. End of poem. This LibriVox recording
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  Speaker 1: May song by Edith Nesbit read for LibriVox by Eleanor Howard.
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  Speaker 1: Birds in the green of my garden, blackbirds and throstle
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  Speaker 1: and wren wet your dear wings in the tears that
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  Speaker 1: are springs, and sow to your singing again. Birds in
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  Speaker 1: my blossoming orchard chaffinch and goldfinch and lark. Preen your
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  Speaker 1: bright wings, little happy live things. The may trees grow
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  Speaker 1: white in the park, birds in the leafy wet woodlands.
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  Speaker 1: Cuckoo and nightingale brown sing to the sound of the
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  Speaker 1: rain on green ground, the rain on green leaves, dripping down,
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  Speaker 1: fresh with the rain of the May, time, rich with
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  Speaker 1: the promise of June deep in her heart, where the
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  Speaker 1: little leaves part. Love like a bird sings in tune
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  Speaker 1: end of poem. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 19: To Iris by Edith nesbit Red for LibriVox by Jacqueline Bangfort.
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  Speaker 19: If I might build a palace fair with every joy
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  Speaker 19: of soul and sense, and set my heart as sentry
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  Speaker 19: there to guard your happy innocence. If I might plant
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  Speaker 19: a hedge so strong no creeping sorrow could rise through,
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  Speaker 19: and find my whole life not too long to give
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  Speaker 19: to make your hedge for you. If I could teach
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  Speaker 19: the wandering air to bring no sounds that were not sweet,
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  Speaker 19: could teach the earth that only fair, untrodden flower deserved
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  Speaker 19: your feet. Would I not tear the secret scroll where
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  Speaker 19: all your griefs lie closely curled, and give your little
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  Speaker 19: hand control of all the joys of all the world.
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  Speaker 19: But ah, I have no skill to raise the palace,
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  Speaker 19: teach the hedge to grow. The common airs blow through
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  Speaker 19: your days by common ways. Your dear feet go, and
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  Speaker 19: you must twine of common flowers, the wreath that happy
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  Speaker 19: women wear and bear in desolate, darkened hours, the common
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  Speaker 19: griefs that all men bear, the pinions of my love.
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  Speaker 19: I fold your little shoulders close about, ah, could my
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  Speaker 19: love keep out the cold and shut the creeping sorrow.
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  Speaker 19: Rough paths will tire your darling feet. Gray skies will
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  Speaker 19: weep your tears above, while round you, still in torment,
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  Speaker 19: beat the impotent wings of mother Love. End of poem.
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  Speaker 19: This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: To a Child by edith Nesbitt, read for LibriVox by
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  Speaker 3: Beth Thomas. The fairies have been busy while you slept.
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  Speaker 3: They have been laughing where the sad rain wept. They
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  Speaker 3: have taught beauty to the ignorant flowers, and set tasks
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  Speaker 3: of hope to weary, wind torn bowers, and heard the
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  Speaker 3: lessons learned in schoolrooms cold by seedling, snapdragon, and marigold.
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  Speaker 3: At dawn while you still slept I grew aware how
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  Speaker 3: good the fairies are, how many and fair. The fairy
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  Speaker 3: whose delightful gown is red, across a corner of our
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  Speaker 3: garden sped, and where her flying raiment fluttered past its
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  Speaker 3: roseate reflection still is cast red poppies by the rhododendron's side,
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  Speaker 3: paeonies gorgeous in their summer pride, and red may bushes
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  Speaker 3: by the old red wall, showered down their crimson petals.
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  Speaker 3: Over all. Then she whose gown is gold and gold,
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  Speaker 3: her hair swept down the gold and steep straight sunbeam stair.
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  Speaker 3: She lit the tulip lamps. She lit the torch of
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  Speaker 3: hollyhock beside the cottage porch. She dressed the honeysuckle in
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  Speaker 3: fringe of gold, and gave the kin cup's fairy wealth
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  Speaker 3: to hold. She kissed Saint John's wort till it opened wide,
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  Speaker 3: and set the yarrow by the river side. Then came
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  Speaker 3: the lady, all whose robes are white. She made the
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  Speaker 3: pale buds blossom in delight, set silver stars upon the
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  Speaker 3: jasmine's hair, and gave the stream white lily buds to wear.
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  Speaker 3: She painted lilies white, and pearl white flocks white poppies,
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  Speaker 3: passion flowers, and gray leaved stalks. Her pure kind touch
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  Speaker 3: redeemed the most forlorn, and even the vile Petunia smiled newborn,
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  Speaker 3: the dearest fairy of all green as her gown. She
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  Speaker 3: kissed the plane trees in the tiresome town. She smoothed
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  Speaker 3: the pastures and the lawns pale sheen. She decked the
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  Speaker 3: boughs with hangings, fresh and green. She showed each flower
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  Speaker 3: the one and only way its beauty of shape and
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  Speaker 3: color to display. She taught the world to be a
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  Speaker 3: paradise of changing leaf and blade for tired eyes. Then
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  Speaker 3: one and all they came where you were laid in
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  Speaker 3: your straight bed, my little lovely maid. The red robed
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  Speaker 3: fairy kissed your lips, your face, The white robed made
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  Speaker 3: your heart her dwelling place into your eyes. The green
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  Speaker 3: robed fairy smiled. The golden fairy touched your dreams, my child.
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  Speaker 3: And one not named but mightiest made my dear the
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  Speaker 3: the innermost rows of the reflowered year, May eighteen ninety eight.
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  Speaker 3: End of poem. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Birthday Talk for a Child by Edith Nesbitt read for
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  Speaker 3: LibriVox by Beth Thomas. Daddy, Dear, I'm only four, and
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  Speaker 3: I'd rather not be more. Fou's the nicest age to
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  Speaker 3: be two and two or one and three. All I
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  Speaker 3: love is two and two, Mother Fabian Paul, and you,
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  Speaker 3: all you love is one and three. Mother Fabian Paul
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  Speaker 3: and me, give your little girl a kiss because she
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  Speaker 3: learned and told you this.
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  Speaker 12: End of poem.
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  Speaker 3: This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 19: To Rosamond by Edith nesbit Red for LibriVox by Jacqueline Bangfort.
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  Speaker 19: And it is fair, and very fair, dismaze of blossom
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  Speaker 19: and sweet air. This drift of orchard snows, this royal
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  Speaker 19: promise of the rose. Wherein your young eyes see such
• 1:02:20
  Speaker 19: buds of scented joys to be a gay, green garden,
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  Speaker 19: softly fanned by the blithe breeze that blows to speed
• 1:02:28
  Speaker 19: your ship of dreams to the enchanted land. But I
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  Speaker 19: beyond the budding screen of green and red and white
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  Speaker 19: and green, behind the radiant show of things that cling
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  Speaker 19: and grow and glow, I see the plains where lie
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  Speaker 19: the hopes of days gone by, gray breadths of melancholy,
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  Speaker 19: crossed by winds that coldly blow from that cold sea,
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  Speaker 19: wherein my argacy is lost. End of poem. The sliprivox
• 1:03:00
  Speaker 19: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 13: From the Tuscan by Edith Nesbit readful LibriVox by Andrean Grangi.
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  Speaker 13: When in the west the red sun sank in glory,
• 1:03:19
  Speaker 13: the cypress trees stood up like gold, fine gold. The
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  Speaker 13: mother told her little child the story of the gold trees,
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  Speaker 13: the heavenly gardens old in golden dreams. The child sees
• 1:03:34
  Speaker 13: golden rivers, gold trees, gold blossoms, golden boughs, and leaves
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  Speaker 13: without the cypress in the night, when shivers weeps with
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  Speaker 13: the rain and with the darkness greens and of poem.
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  Speaker 13: This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Mother Song by Edith Nesbit read for Librivocs by Eleanor
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  Speaker 1: Howard from the Portuguese Heavy. My heart is heavy to carry,
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  Speaker 1: full of soft foldings, of downy enrapments. And the outer
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  Speaker 1: fold of all is love, And the next soft fold
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  Speaker 1: is love, and the next finer and softer is love again.
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  Speaker 1: And were they unwound before the eyes, more folds and
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  Speaker 1: more folds, and more folds would unroll of love always
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  Speaker 1: love and quite at the last, deep in the nest,
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  Speaker 1: in the soft packed nest, One last fold turned back
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  Speaker 1: would disclose you, little heart of my heart, laid there,
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  Speaker 1: so warm, so soft, so soft, not knowing where you lie,
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  Speaker 1: nor how softly, nor why your nest is so soft,
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  Speaker 1: nor how your nest is so warm. You, little heart
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  Speaker 1: of my heart, You lie in my heart, warm, safe
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  Speaker 1: and soft as this body of yours, This dear kissed
• 1:05:08
  Speaker 1: body of yours, that lies here in my arms and
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  Speaker 1: sucks the strength from my breast, the strength you will
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  Speaker 1: break my heart with one of these days. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: The Island by Edith Nesbitt read for LibriVox by Larry Wilson.
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  Speaker 5: Does the wind sing in your ears at night in
• 1:05:40
  Speaker 5: the town, rattling the windows and doors of the cheap
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  Speaker 5: built place? Do you hear its song as it flies
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  Speaker 5: over marsh and down? Do you feel the kiss that
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  Speaker 5: the wind leaves here on my face or wrapped in
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  Speaker 5: a lamp lit quiet Do you restrain thoughts that would
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  Speaker 5: take the wind's way hither to me and bid them
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  Speaker 5: rest safe? Anchor'd nor tempt again? The tumult, the torment
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  Speaker 5: and passion that live in the sea. Aye for my part.
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  Speaker 5: When the wind sings loud in its night, I bid
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  Speaker 5: it hush, nor waken again the storm that swept my
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  Speaker 5: heart out to sea on a moonless night and dashed
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  Speaker 5: at ashore on an island wondrous and warm, where all
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  Speaker 5: things fair and forbidden forever flower, where the worst of
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  Speaker 5: life is a dream and the best comes true, When
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  Speaker 5: the harvest of years was reaped in a single hour,
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  Speaker 5: and the gods for once were honest with me and you.
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  Speaker 5: I will not hear when the wind and the sea
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  Speaker 5: cry out. I will not trust again to the hurrying wind.
• 1:06:52
  Speaker 5: I will not swim again in a sea of doubt
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  Speaker 5: and reach that shore where the world left well behind.
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  Speaker 5: But you, I would have you listen to every call
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  Speaker 5: of a changing wind as it blows over March and Main,
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  Speaker 5: and heap life's joys in your hands, and offer them all,
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  Speaker 5: if only your feet might touch that island again. And
• 1:07:18
  Speaker 5: a poem. This recording is in the public.
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  Speaker 2: Domain Possession by Eddy's Nesbit read for LibriVox by ran Adamant.
• 1:07:33
  Speaker 2: The child was yours and none of mine, and yet
• 1:07:36
  Speaker 2: you gave it me to keep and bade me sue
• 1:07:39
  Speaker 2: it raiment fine, and wrap my kisses round its sleep.
• 1:07:44
  Speaker 2: I carried it upon my breast, I fed it in
• 1:07:47
  Speaker 2: a world apart. I wrapped my kisses round its rest.
• 1:07:52
  Speaker 2: I racked its cradle with my heart. When in mad
• 1:07:55
  Speaker 2: nights of rain and storm you turned us homeless from
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  Speaker 2: your door, I wrapped it close. I kept it warm,
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  Speaker 2: and brought it safe to you once more. But the
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  Speaker 2: last time you drove us forth, the snow was wrapped
• 1:08:09
  Speaker 2: about its head. That night the wind blew from the north,
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  Speaker 2: and on my heart the child was dead. The child
• 1:08:18
  Speaker 2: is mine and none of yours. My life was his
• 1:08:22
  Speaker 2: while he had breath. What of your claim to him endures?
• 1:08:26
  Speaker 2: Who only gave him birth and death? And of poem?
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  Speaker 2: This Libri Fox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Accession by Edith Nesbit, read for labor Box by Christy Kruz. Accession.
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  Speaker 4: Once I loved, and my heart bowed down, subject and slave,
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  Speaker 4: for love was a king. He sat above with scepter
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  Speaker 4: and crown, turning his eyes from my sorrowing the laugh
• 1:09:09
  Speaker 4: of a god on his lips, lay light his lips
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  Speaker 4: victorious that mocked my pain, and I mourned in the
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  Speaker 4: cold and the outer night, and my tears and my
• 1:09:23
  Speaker 4: prayers were vain. Now the old spell is over and
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  Speaker 4: done myself. I wear the ermine and gold. My brows
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  Speaker 4: are crowned. I ascend the throne. I have taken the
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  Speaker 4: scepter and orb to hold. I smile victorious, set far
• 1:09:46
  Speaker 4: above the music of voices that moan and pray. My
• 1:09:51
  Speaker 4: feet are wet with the tears of love, and I
• 1:09:55
  Speaker 4: turned my eyes away and of poem. This LibriVox record
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  Speaker 4: is in the public domain. The Destroyer by edith nesbit
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  Speaker 4: Red for LibriVox by Christy Cruz, The Destroyer. Across the
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  Speaker 4: quiet pastures of my soul, the invading army marched in
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  Speaker 4: splendid might. My few poor forces fled beyond control, scattered, defeated,
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  Speaker 4: hidden in the night. My fields were green, their hedges
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  Speaker 4: white with may, with gold of buttercups made bright and fair.
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  Speaker 4: The careless conquerors did not even stay to gather one
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  Speaker 4: of all the blossoms there. Only when they had passed
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  Speaker 4: the fields were brown, the grass and the blossoms trampled
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  Speaker 4: in the mud, The flowering hedges withered and torn down,
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  Speaker 4: and no one richer by a single bud and a poem.
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  Speaker 4: This labor box recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: The Egoists by Edith Nesbitt read for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 5: by Larry Wilson. Two strangers from opposing poles meet in
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  Speaker 5: the towards zone of love, and their desire seems set
• 1:11:28
  Speaker 5: above the limitation of their souls. This is the trap,
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  Speaker 5: This is the snare, This is the false enchanting light.
• 1:11:37
  Speaker 5: And when its molders into night, how can each know
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  Speaker 5: the other is there? They own no bond of common speech,
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  Speaker 5: Each from far shores by wild winds, brought groupes for
• 1:11:50
  Speaker 5: some cord of common thought to draw the other within reach.
• 1:11:55
  Speaker 5: Each when the dark tide drowns, their star cries out,
• 1:12:00
  Speaker 5: art not one with me, one flesh, we seemed when
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  Speaker 5: eyes could see. But now how far thou art, how
• 1:12:08
  Speaker 5: far each calling come be mine? Be wise stands obstinately
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  Speaker 5: in his place. How can these two come face to
• 1:12:19
  Speaker 5: face till light spring from their beating eyes? Could both
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  Speaker 5: but once cry far thou art, but I am coming.
• 1:12:30
  Speaker 5: How the beat of waves that part them would retreat,
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  Speaker 5: resurge and find them heart to heart end a poem.
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  Speaker 5: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: The Way of Love by Edith Nesbit read Poor Lebervox
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  Speaker 4: my Christi Kruz. The Way of Love. The butterfly loves
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  Speaker 4: the rose. He flutters around her bed till the soft
• 1:13:01
  Speaker 4: curl leaves and clothes, and she raises her darling head.
• 1:13:06
  Speaker 4: He whispers of dawn, and of dew, of love, and
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  Speaker 4: the heart of love, of worship, timid and true, And
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  Speaker 4: she takes no joy thereof. But when through the noon's
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  Speaker 4: blind heat, the arrogant bee fluns by, she yields him
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  Speaker 4: her heart's hid sweet, and he leaves her alone to
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  Speaker 4: die the depth of her dying bliss, her grief, white
• 1:13:37
  Speaker 4: butterfly nose, and the bee laughs low in the kiss
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  Speaker 4: of another a redd or rose. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 4: LibriVox recording is in the public domain. To one who
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  Speaker 4: Pleaded for Candor in Love by Edith nesbit Red for
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  Speaker 4: Lieberbox by Christy Kruz. To one who pleaded for candor
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  Speaker 4: in Love. Here is the dim enchanted wood your face,
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  Speaker 4: A mystery divine that half revealed, half understood, appears the
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  Speaker 4: counterpart of mine. Beyond the wood, the daylight lies cruel
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  Speaker 4: and hard. It lies in wait to steal the magic
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  Speaker 4: from your eyes and from your lips, the thrill of fate. Ah,
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  Speaker 4: stay with me a little while here where the magic
• 1:14:39
  Speaker 4: shadows rest, where all my world is in your smile,
• 1:14:44
  Speaker 4: and all my heaven on your breast. Ah, No clean clothes,
• 1:14:51
  Speaker 4: what need to move, what need to advance or explore?
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  Speaker 4: We came here blindly, led by love, who will not
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  Speaker 4: lead us anymore. Thank God, for here we two have stood.
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  Speaker 4: Thank God, this shade was ours to win. Time with
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  Speaker 4: his axe has marked our wood, and he will let
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  Speaker 4: the daylight in end of poem. This labor box recording
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  Speaker 4: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 20: The Enchanted Garden by Edith Nesbitt read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 20: Org by Amy Graymore. Oh what a garden it was,
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  Speaker 20: living gold, living green, full of enchantments like spices, embalming
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  Speaker 20: the air. There where you fled and I followed you
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  Speaker 20: ever unseen. Yet each glad pulse of me cried to
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  Speaker 20: my heart. She is there, roses and lilies, and lilies
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  Speaker 20: and roses again, tangle of leaves and white magic of
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  Speaker 20: blossoming trees. Sunlight that lay where last moment your footstep
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  Speaker 20: had was not the garden enchanted that profered me These Ah,
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  Speaker 20: what a garden it is, since I caught you at last,
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  Speaker 20: scattered the magic and shattered the spell of the kiss,
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  Speaker 20: wintry and dreary and cold with the wind of the past,
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  Speaker 20: that a garden enchanted should wither to this and of poem.
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  Speaker 4: The poor Man's Guest by edith Nesbitt, read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 4: by Christy Cruz of Kansas. One came to me in
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  Speaker 4: royal guise, with banners flying fair and free, that many
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  Speaker 4: griefs had made me wise, and I refused to bow
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  Speaker 4: the knee. Then wine drew near, who bore the flower
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  Speaker 4: of all the flowers of June and May. But many
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  Speaker 4: griefs had lent me power, and I was strong to
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  Speaker 4: turn away. Then came a beggar to my gait, with
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  Speaker 4: shoulders bowed to sorrow's pack. So weary and so desolate,
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  Speaker 4: I had no heart to turn him back. I let
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  Speaker 4: him share my board, my bed. I warmed him in
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  Speaker 4: my shrinking breast. I gave him all I had, and said,
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  Speaker 4: you only you have been my guest. Love passed in
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  Speaker 4: many a fair disguise, but never could an entrance win.
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  Speaker 4: But you came in such piteous, wise, poor friend, I
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  Speaker 4: could but let you in, low laughed my guest kind friend,
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  Speaker 4: said he, and dropped the rags he was wary of.
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  Speaker 4: And I betrayed saw over me the terrible face of
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  Speaker 4: outraged love poem. This labor box recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: In the Shallows by Edith nesbit Red for Liebrevoks by
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  Speaker 1: Eleanor Howard. Among the Shallows, where the sand is golden
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  Speaker 1: and the waves are small, I love to lie and
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  Speaker 1: to my hand, How many little treasures fall? What shells
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  Speaker 1: and seaweed grace the shore. What happy birds on happy
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  Speaker 1: wings and fore companions. What a store of humble, happy
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  Speaker 1: living things. Yet the sea's depths are also mine. And
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  Speaker 1: in the old days I used to dive into the
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  Speaker 1: caves where corals shine, and where the shimmering mer folk live.
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  Speaker 1: I am the master of the sea in deeps where
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  Speaker 1: fairy flowers uncurl. That treasure house belongs to me, those
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  Speaker 1: amber halls, those stairs of pearl. But now there too,
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  Speaker 1: I go no more, because of all the argacees deep
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  Speaker 1: sunk upon the ocean floor, where all the world's lost
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  Speaker 1: treasure lies, where loveless laughter curls the lips of wild
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  Speaker 1: sea creatures at their sport, about the bones of noble ships,
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  Speaker 1: my ships that never came to port. End of poem.
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  Speaker 5: And the rains descended, and the floods came by Edith
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  Speaker 5: Nesbitt read for LibriVox by Larry Wilson. Now the far
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  Speaker 5: waves roll nearer and more nearer. The winds wake, the
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  Speaker 5: pitiless winds awake. It shrieks the menace that I dare
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  Speaker 5: not hear. Soon at my feet the angry waves will
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  Speaker 5: break in desolating wrath. And here I stand helpless. My
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  Speaker 5: house is built upon the sand. Oh you whose house
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  Speaker 5: upon a rock is set, laugh safe and sure at
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  Speaker 5: threatening wave and wind, you chose the better part. And yet,
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  Speaker 5: and yet there was no other ground that I could find.
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  Speaker 5: I was weary, and I longed to raise a house
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  Speaker 5: to guard my shivering nights and days. And it was
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  Speaker 5: pleasant in the house I made, while still the floods
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  Speaker 5: and winds were held asleep. I blessed it at the dawn,
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  Speaker 5: and at night I prayed as though its dear foundations
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  Speaker 5: had been deep sunk in the rock. I whispered in surmise,
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  Speaker 5: what if Winds never wake, floods never rise. And now
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  Speaker 5: the waves are near and very near. And here I
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  Speaker 5: wait and wonder, which may be the wave in which
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  Speaker 5: my house will disappear, My little house that loved and
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  Speaker 5: sheltered me, Where Joy still sings her garland in her hand,
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  Speaker 5: built on the sand, Oh God built on the sand
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  Speaker 5: end a poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 19: The Star by Edith Nesbitt read for LibriVox by Jacqueline Bangfort.
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  Speaker 19: I had a star to sing by, a beautiful star
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  Speaker 19: that led. But when I sang of its splendor, the
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  Speaker 19: world and its wisdom said, sweet are your songs? Yet
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  Speaker 19: the singer sings but in madness when he hymns, but
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  Speaker 19: stars unbeholden of us, his fellows of men, glow worms
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  Speaker 19: we see, and marsh lights, sing of sweet songs of
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  Speaker 19: those For the girdens we have to give you laurel
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  Speaker 19: and gold and rose. Or if you must sing of
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  Speaker 19: stars unseen of your brother man, go starve with your
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  Speaker 19: eyes on your vision. Your star may save if it can, so,
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  Speaker 19: I said. If I starve and die, I never again
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  Speaker 19: shall see the glory, the high white radiance that hallows
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  Speaker 19: the world for me I will sing their songs if
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  Speaker 19: it must be, And when I have golden store, I
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  Speaker 19: will turn from the marsh and the glow worms and
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  Speaker 19: sing of my star once more. So I walked in
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  Speaker 19: the warm, wet byways, not daring to lift my eyes
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  Speaker 19: lest love should drive me to singing my star supreme
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  Speaker 19: in the skies, and the world cried out, we will
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  Speaker 19: crown him. He sings of the lights that are glories
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  Speaker 19: of marsh light and glow worms, not vision's vein of
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  Speaker 19: a star. I said, Now my brows are laureled, my
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  Speaker 19: hands filled full of their gold, I will sing the
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  Speaker 19: starry songs that these earthworms bade Withhold. It is time
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  Speaker 19: to sing.
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  Speaker 5: Of my star.
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  Speaker 19: For I dreamed that my star still shone. Then I
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  Speaker 19: lifted my eyes in my triumph night night, and my
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  Speaker 19: star was gone. End of poem. This LibriVox recording is
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  Speaker 19: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: The Prodigal Sun by Edith Nesbitt read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 5: Org by Larry Wilson. Come home, Come home, for your
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  Speaker 5: eyes are sore with the glare of the noonday sun,
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  Speaker 5: and nothing looks as it did before, and the best
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  Speaker 5: of the day is done. You have played your match.
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  Speaker 5: And ridden your race. You have fought in your fight
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  Speaker 5: and lost, And life has set its claws in your face.
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  Speaker 5: And you know what the scratches cost. Out there, the
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  Speaker 5: world is cruel and loud. It strikes at the beaten man.
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  Speaker 5: Come out of the press of the stranger crowd to
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  Speaker 5: the place where your life began. The best robe lies
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  Speaker 5: in the cedar chest, and your father's ring is here.
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  Speaker 5: You have known the worst, Come home to the best.
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  Speaker 5: You will pay for it. Never fear in every kiss
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  Speaker 5: of your sister's mouth, in each tear from your mother's eyes,
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  Speaker 5: you will pay the price of the days in the south,
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  Speaker 5: where the far off country lies. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 13: Despair by Edith Nesbitt read fully revokes by h An Coji,
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  Speaker 13: Smile on me, mouth of red, so much to red
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  Speaker 13: shine on me eyes which darkened lashes shed turn turn
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  Speaker 13: my way, O glorious golden head. My soul is lust.
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  Speaker 13: Then let the price be paid. I med rich flowers,
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  Speaker 13: your rosy lampling gleams amid rich hanging past your scented hours,
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  Speaker 13: and woods and fields are green. But in my dreams,
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  Speaker 13: and only in my dreams, grow made of flowers. I
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  Speaker 13: have forgotten everything but you, the apple orchard, where the
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  Speaker 13: white throat sings, the quiet feels the moonlight and the dew,
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  Speaker 13: the virgin's bore that in wet edge row clings. I
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  Speaker 13: have forgotten how the cood grass wave when clings winds blow,
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  Speaker 13: and where good womans pray for happy, honest men safe
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  Speaker 13: in the grays. And oh my God, I would I
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  Speaker 13: were as thee and of poem. This Librivos recording isn't
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  Speaker 13: the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: The Temptation by Edith Nesbitt read for LibriVox by Beth Thomas.
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  Speaker 3: You bring your love too late, dear. I have no
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  Speaker 3: love to buy it. I spent my love on worthless
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  Speaker 3: toys at fairs. You do not know. I am a
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  Speaker 3: bankrupt trader. Dear, eyes do not deny it. I could
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  Speaker 3: have brought your love, dear, but that was long ago.
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  Speaker 3: My soul has left me widowed. My heart has made
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  Speaker 3: me often leave me. All good things, dear, have left me.
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  Speaker 3: Leave me too, For here is ice. No tears of yours,
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  Speaker 3: no smiles of yours can soften leave me.
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  Speaker 1: Leave me, leave me.
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  Speaker 3: I have no love for you. I have no flowers
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  Speaker 3: to give you. They grow not in my garden. I
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  Speaker 3: have no songs to sing you. My songs have all
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  Speaker 3: been sung. I have no hope of heaven, no faith
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  Speaker 3: in any pardon. I might have loved you once, dear,
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  Speaker 3: when I was good and young. I will not steal
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  Speaker 3: nor cheat you. Take back the heart you lent me. O,
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  Speaker 3: God whom I have outraged, Now teach me how to
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  Speaker 3: pray that love come never again so near me to
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  Speaker 3: torment me, lest I be found less faithful than by
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  Speaker 3: Thy grace today. End of Palm. This LibriVox recording is
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  Speaker 3: in the public.
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  Speaker 4: Domain second Nature by Edith Nez that read for Librevox
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  Speaker 4: by Christy Cruise of Kansas. When I was young, how
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  Speaker 4: fair are the skies, such volley of clouds, such blue
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  Speaker 4: depth wise, such dews of morn, such calms of ea,
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  Speaker 4: so many the lwer and the reprieve. Life seemed a
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  Speaker 4: toy to break and mend and make a charm of.
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  Speaker 4: In the end, then slowly all the dew dried up,
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  Speaker 4: and only dust lay in the cut. And since to
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  Speaker 4: slack his thirst, man must I sought a cup that
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  Speaker 4: had no dust, and found it at the goat, and
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  Speaker 4: vine mingled a brandy beer and wine. The goat cup
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  Speaker 4: straight drew down the skies and lit them in lunatic Wise,
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  Speaker 4: what had been rose went scarlet red, and the pearl
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  Speaker 4: tints grew like the dead, and the fresh primrose of
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  Speaker 4: the morn was the wet red of d spoiled corn. Now,
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  Speaker 4: with a head that aches and nods, I hold weak
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  Speaker 4: hands out to the gods, and Oh, forgiving gods and
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  Speaker 4: kind they give me healing to my mind, and show
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  Speaker 4: me once again the lawn green and clear, gemmed with
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  Speaker 4: dews of dawn. Oh, Gods who look down from above
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  Speaker 4: upon our tangle of lust and love, and in your
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  Speaker 4: purity perceive the worth of what our follies leave. Give
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  Speaker 4: us but this, and sink the rest to know that
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  Speaker 4: do and dawn our best. End of poem. This LibriVox
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  Speaker 5: By Edith Lisbeth. Read Forlibrivox dot org Lord by Larry Wilson.
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  Speaker 5: Now I am cast into the serpent pit, and catching
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  Speaker 5: difficult breath from the writhing loathsome ceaseless stir of it,
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  Speaker 5: the venomous whispers of curling, clasping death. I lift my
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  Speaker 5: soul out of the pit to thee and reaching with
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  Speaker 5: my soul, to where thou art look down, seeing with
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  Speaker 5: free heart the beast God gave my soul for company,
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  Speaker 5: lie with companions, fit and bid with a good will.
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  Speaker 5: The serpent fangs of ill take of the foul fell
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  Speaker 5: at war, though a thousand serpent heads were raised to
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  Speaker 5: slay a thousand twisting coils. Writhe where it lay, there
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  Speaker 5: lies the beast. There Let it lie for me, and
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  Speaker 5: agonize and rave. For thou hast raised my soul, thy
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  Speaker 5: soul to thee thy soul, Dear Lord, thou hast been
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  Speaker 5: strong to save. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 5: the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: At the Gate by edith Nesbitt, read for Librovox by
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  Speaker 3: Beth Thomas. The monastery towers, as pure and fair as
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  Speaker 3: virgin vows, reached up white hands to heaven. The walls
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  Speaker 3: to guard the hidden heart of prayer, were strong as
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  Speaker 3: sin and white as sin forgiven. And there came holy
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  Speaker 3: men by worlds woe driven, and all about the gold
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  Speaker 3: green meadows lay flower decked like children deer that keep
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  Speaker 3: may holiday. Here, said the abbot. Let us spend our days,
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  Speaker 3: days sweetened by the lilies of pure prayer, hung with
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  Speaker 3: white garlands, of the Rose of praise, and lest the
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  Speaker 3: world should enter with her snare, enter and laugh and
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  Speaker 3: take us unaware with her red rose, her purple, and
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  Speaker 3: her gold, choose we a stranger's hand the porter's keys
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  Speaker 3: to hold. They chose a beggar from the world outside
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  Speaker 3: to keep their world wood door for them, and he
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  Speaker 3: filled with a humble and adoring pride, built up a
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  Speaker 3: wall of proud humility between the monastery's sanctity and the poor, foolish,
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  Speaker 3: humble folk who came to ask for love and care
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  Speaker 3: in the dear Saviour's name. For when the poor crept
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  Speaker 3: to the guarded gate to ask for succor when the
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  Speaker 3: tired asked for rest, when weary souls bereft and desolate
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  Speaker 3: craved comfort, when the murmur of the oppressed surged round
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  Speaker 3: the grove where prayer had made her nest, the porter
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  Speaker 3: bade such take their griefs away, and at some other
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  Speaker 3: door their bane and burden lay. For this, he said,
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  Speaker 3: is the white house of prayer, where day and night
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  Speaker 3: the holy voices rise through the children bubble of our
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  Speaker 3: earthly air, and enter at the gate of paradise, trample
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  Speaker 3: no more our flower fields. In such wise nor crave
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  Speaker 3: the arms of our deep laden bough. The prayers of
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  Speaker 3: holy men are arms enough. I trow so, seeing that
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  Speaker 3: no sick or sorrowing folk came ever to be healed
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  Speaker 3: or comforted. The abbot to his brothers gladly spoke. God
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  Speaker 3: has accepted our poor prayers, he said, over our land,
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  Speaker 3: his answering smile is spread. He has put forth his
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  Speaker 3: strong and loving hand, and sorrow and sin and pain
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  Speaker 3: have ceased in all the land. So make we yet
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  Speaker 3: more rich. Our hymns of praise warm we our prayers
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  Speaker 3: against our happy heart. Since God hath taken the gift
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  Speaker 3: of all our days to make a spell that bids
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  Speaker 3: all wrong depart. Has turned our praise to balm for
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  Speaker 3: the world, smart fulfilled of prayer and pray, be every hour,
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  Speaker 3: for God transfigures prays and transmutes prayer to power. So
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  Speaker 3: went the years, the flowers blossomed, now untrampled by the dusty,
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  Speaker 3: weary feet, unbroken hung the green and golden bough. For
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  Speaker 3: none came now to ask for fruit or meat, for
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  Speaker 3: ghostly food or common bread to eat. And dreaming praying,
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  Speaker 3: the monks were satisfied till God, remembering him the beggar
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  Speaker 3: porter died when they had covered up the foolish head,
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  Speaker 3: and on the foolish loving heart heaped clay, which of
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  Speaker 3: us brothers now the abbot said, will face the world
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  Speaker 3: to keep the world away. But all their hearts were
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  Speaker 3: hard with prayer, and nay, they cried, Oh, bid us
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  Speaker 3: not our prayers to leave ah father, not to day,
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  Speaker 3: for this is Easter eve. And while they murmured to
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  Speaker 3: their midst, there came a beggar, saying, brothers, peace, be still.
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  Speaker 3: I am your brother in our father's name, and I
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  Speaker 3: will be your porter if ye will guarding your gate
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  Speaker 3: with what I have of skill. So all they welcomed him,
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  Speaker 3: and closed the door, and gat them gladly back unto
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  Speaker 3: their prayers once more. But lo, no sooner did the
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  Speaker 3: prayer arise a golden flame athwart the chancel dim than
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  Speaker 3: came the porter, crying, haste, arise. A sick old man
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  Speaker 3: waits you to tend on him, and many wait, a
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  Speaker 3: knight whose wound gapes grim, a red stained man with
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  Speaker 3: red sins to confess, a mother pale who brings her
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  Speaker 3: child for you to bless. The brothers hastened to the gate,
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  Speaker 3: and there with unaccustomed hand and voice. They tried to
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  Speaker 3: ease the body's pain the spirit's care. But ere the
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  Speaker 3: task was done, the porter cried, behold, the Lord sets
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  Speaker 3: your gate open wide, For here be starving folk who
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  Speaker 3: must be fed, and little ones that cry for love
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  Speaker 3: and daily bread. And with each slow foot hour came
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  Speaker 3: ever a throng of piteous wanderers, sinful folk and sad.
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  Speaker 3: And still the brothers ministered, But long the day seemed,
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  Speaker 3: with no prayer to make them glad, no holy meditative joys.
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  Speaker 3: They had, no moment's brooding peace. Could poor prayer find
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  Speaker 3: mid all those hearts to heal and all those wounds
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  Speaker 3: to bind. And when the crowded sunlit day at last
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  Speaker 3: left the field lonely with its trampled flowers, into the
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  Speaker 3: chapel's peace, the brothers passed to quell the memory of
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  Speaker 3: those hurrying hours our holy time, they said, once more
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  Speaker 3: is ours. Come, let us pay our debt of prayer
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  Speaker 3: and praise forgetting in God's light the darkness of man's ways.
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  Speaker 3: But ere their voices reached the first psalm's end, they
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  Speaker 3: heard a new strange rustling round their house. Then came
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  Speaker 3: the porter. Here comes many a friend, pushing aside your
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  Speaker 3: budding orchard boughs. Come, brothers, justify your holy vows. Here
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  Speaker 3: be God's patient. Poor four footed things seek healing at
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  Speaker 3: God's well. Whence loving kindness springs. Then cried the abbot
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  Speaker 3: in vexed, amaze, our brethren. We must aid. If tis
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  Speaker 3: God's will, but the wild creatures of the forest ways himself.
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  Speaker 3: God heals with his almighty skill, and charity is good
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  Speaker 3: and love. But still God shall not look in vain
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  Speaker 3: for the white prayers we send on silver feet to
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  Speaker 3: climb the starry stairs. For of all worthy things, prayer
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  Speaker 3: has most worth. It rises like sweet incense up to Heaven,
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  Speaker 3: and from God's hand falls back upon the earth. Being
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  Speaker 3: of heavenly bread, the accepted leaven. Through prayer is virtue
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  Speaker 3: saved and sin forgiven. In prayer, the impulse and the
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  Speaker 3: force are found that brings in purple and gold the
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  Speaker 3: fruitful seasons round. For prayer comes down from Heaven in
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  Speaker 3: the sun that giveth life and joy to all things made.
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  Speaker 3: Prayer falls in rain to make the broad rivers run
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  Speaker 3: and quickens the seed in Earth's breath. Bosom laid by prayer,
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  Speaker 3: the red hung branch is earth would weighed by prayer,
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  Speaker 3: the barn grows full and full the fold, For by
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  Speaker 3: man's prayer God works his wonders manifold. The porter seemed
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  Speaker 3: to bow to the reproof. But when the echo of
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  Speaker 3: the last night's prayer died in the mystery of the
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  Speaker 3: vaulted roof, a whispered memory in the hallowed air. The
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  Speaker 3: abbot turned to find him standing there. Brother, He said,
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  Speaker 3: I have healed the woodland things, and they go happy
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  Speaker 3: and whole, blessing Love's ministerings. And having healed them, I
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  Speaker 3: shall crave your leave to leave you, for to night
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  Speaker 3: I journey far. But I have kept your gait this
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  Speaker 3: Easter eve, and now your house to heaven shines like
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  Speaker 3: a star to show the angels where God's children are.
• 1:38:47
  Speaker 3: And in this day your house has served God more
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  Speaker 3: than in the prayer and praise of all its years before.
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  Speaker 3: Yet I must leave you, though I fain would stay,
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  Speaker 3: for there are other gates I go to keep of
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  Speaker 3: houses round whose wall a long day by day, shut
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  Speaker 3: out of hope and love, poor sinners weep, barred folds
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  Speaker 3: that keep out God's poor wandering sheep. I must teach
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  Speaker 3: these that gates where God comes in must not be
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  Speaker 3: shut at all to pain or want or sin. The
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  Speaker 3: voice of prayer is very soft and weak, and sorrow
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  Speaker 3: and sin have voices very strong. Prayer is not heard
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  Speaker 3: in heaven when those twains speak. The voice of prayer
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  Speaker 3: faints in the voice of wrong. By the just man endured, O, Lord,
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  Speaker 3: how long if ye would have your prayers in heaven
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  Speaker 3: be heard? Look that wrong clamor not with too intense
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  Speaker 3: a word. But when true love is shed on want
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  Speaker 3: and sin, their cry is changed and grows to such
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  Speaker 3: a voice as clamors sweetly at Heaven, to be let
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  Speaker 3: in such sound as makes the saints in Heaven rejoice,
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  Speaker 3: pure gold of prayer, purged of the vain alloys of idleness.
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  Speaker 3: That is the sound most dear of all the earthly
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  Speaker 3: sounds God leans from Heaven to here, O, brother, I
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  Speaker 3: must leave thee, and for me the work is heavy
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  Speaker 3: and the burden great. Thine be this charge I lay
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  Speaker 3: upon thee. See that never again stands barred, Thy abbe gate.
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  Speaker 3: Look that God's poor be not left desolate. Ah Me
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  Speaker 3: that chidden my shepherd's needs must be. When my poor
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  Speaker 3: wandering sheep have so great need of me brother, forgive
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  Speaker 3: thy brother if he chied. Thy brother loves THEE and
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  Speaker 3: has loved for see. The nails are in my hands,
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  Speaker 3: and in my side. The spear wound, and the thorns
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  Speaker 3: were heavily upon my brow. Brother. I died for thee,
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  Speaker 3: for thee, and for my sheep that are astray, and
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  Speaker 3: rose to live for THEE and them. On Easter day,
• 1:40:47
  Speaker 3: my master and my lord, the abbot cried. But where
• 1:40:51
  Speaker 3: that face had been shone the new day, only on
• 1:40:55
  Speaker 3: the marble, by the abbot's side, where those dear feet
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  Speaker 3: had stood, a lily lay a lily white for the white.
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  Speaker 3: Easter day. He sought the gate. No sorrow clamored there,
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  Speaker 3: and not till then he dared to sink his soul
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  Speaker 3: in prayer. And from that day himself he kept the
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  Speaker 3: gate wide open, and the poor from far and wide,
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  Speaker 3: the weary and the wicked and disconsolate, came there for
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  Speaker 3: succor and were not denied. The sick were healed, the
• 1:41:25
  Speaker 3: repentant sanctified, and from their hearts rises more prayer and
• 1:41:30
  Speaker 3: prays than ever. The abbe knew in all its prayer
• 1:41:33
  Speaker 3: filled days, and there the heavenly vision comes no more
• 1:41:37
  Speaker 3: only each Easter. Now a lily sweet lies white and
• 1:41:41
  Speaker 3: dewy on the chancel floor where once had stood the
• 1:41:44
  Speaker 3: beloved wounded feet, and the old abbot feels the nearing
• 1:41:48
  Speaker 3: beat of wings that bring him leave at last to
• 1:41:51
  Speaker 3: go and meet his master, where the immortal lilies grow.
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  Speaker 3: End of poem. This LibriVox rec is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Via Amoris by Edith Nesbitt, read for Librevox by Larry Wilson. One.
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  Speaker 5: It is not love, this beautiful unrest, this tremmur of
• 1:42:21
  Speaker 5: longing that invades my breast. For love is in his grave,
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  Speaker 5: this many a year, he will not rise. I do
• 1:42:29
  Speaker 5: not wish him here. It is not memory, for your
• 1:42:33
  Speaker 5: face and eyes are not reflected where the dark pool lies.
• 1:42:38
  Speaker 5: It is not hope, for life makes no amends, and
• 1:42:42
  Speaker 5: Hope and I are long no longer friends. It is
• 1:42:46
  Speaker 5: a ghost out of another spring. It needs but little
• 1:42:51
  Speaker 5: for its comforting, that I should hold your hand and
• 1:42:54
  Speaker 5: see your face, and muse a little in this quiet place,
• 1:42:59
  Speaker 5: where through the silence I can hear you sigh and
• 1:43:02
  Speaker 5: feel you sadden, oh virgin mystery, and know my thoughts
• 1:43:08
  Speaker 5: has in your thought begt sadness. It's child and that
• 1:43:13
  Speaker 5: you know it not. Two? If this were love, If
• 1:43:20
  Speaker 5: all this bitter pain were but the birth pang of
• 1:43:23
  Speaker 5: love born again, If through the doubts and dreams resolved
• 1:43:28
  Speaker 5: smile the pathetic promise of the Holy Child, What should
• 1:43:33
  Speaker 5: I gain? The love whose dream lips smiled could never
• 1:43:38
  Speaker 5: be my own and only child, But to love's birth
• 1:43:42
  Speaker 5: would come with the last pain, renunciation, also born again. Three?
• 1:43:52
  Speaker 5: If this were love, why should I turn away? Am
• 1:43:55
  Speaker 5: I not too made of the common clay? Is life?
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  Speaker 16: So?
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  Speaker 5: How fair? Am I so fortunate I can refuse the
• 1:44:03
  Speaker 5: capricious gift of fate, the sudden glory, the unhoped for flowers,
• 1:44:09
  Speaker 5: the transfiguration of my earthly hours. Come Love. The houses
• 1:44:16
  Speaker 5: garnished and is swept, washed clean with all the tears
• 1:44:20
  Speaker 5: that I have wept, washed from the stain of my
• 1:44:23
  Speaker 5: unworthy fears, hung with the splendid spoils of wasted years,
• 1:44:29
  Speaker 5: lighted with lamps of hope, and curtained fast against the
• 1:44:33
  Speaker 5: gathered darkness of the past. I draw the bolts, I
• 1:44:39
  Speaker 5: throw the portals wide. The darkness rushes shivering to my side.
• 1:44:45
  Speaker 5: Love is not here. The darkness creeps about my house,
• 1:44:50
  Speaker 5: wherein the lamps of hope die out, Ah, Love, It
• 1:44:55
  Speaker 5: was not thin your hand that came beating my door,
• 1:44:59
  Speaker 5: your voice that called my name. Four, It is not love.
• 1:45:08
  Speaker 5: It is not love, I said, and bowed in fearful hope,
• 1:45:14
  Speaker 5: my trembling head. It is not love. For love could
• 1:45:19
  Speaker 5: never rise out of the rock hewn grave wherein he lies.
• 1:45:24
  Speaker 5: But as I spake, the heavenly form drew near, where
• 1:45:27
  Speaker 5: close I clasped, a hope grown keen as fear upon
• 1:45:32
  Speaker 5: my head. His very hand he laid and whispered, It
• 1:45:37
  Speaker 5: is I be not afraid. Five, and this is love.
• 1:45:46
  Speaker 5: No rose crowned laughing guests by whom my passionate heart
• 1:45:51
  Speaker 5: should be caressed, but one re risen from the grave, austere,
• 1:45:57
  Speaker 5: cold as the grave, and infinitely dear to follow whom
• 1:46:02
  Speaker 5: I lay the whole world down, take up the cross,
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  Speaker 5: bind on the thorny crown, and following whom my bleeding
• 1:46:10
  Speaker 5: pilgrim feet find the rough pathway sure and very sweet.
• 1:46:16
  Speaker 5: The august environment of mighty wings shuts out the snare
• 1:46:20
  Speaker 5: of vain imaginings. For by my side, crowned with love's death,
• 1:46:25
  Speaker 5: white rose, the angel of Renunciation goes end a poem.
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  Speaker 5: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 13: Retro Satanas by edit Nesbitt read Fullybrivos by Arian GRANGI
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  Speaker 13: refuse refrain. This is not the love the Nunciastern angel
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  Speaker 13: warned you off. This is the little kindle, not the sun.
• 1:46:57
  Speaker 13: It burns but will not warm on a pewan. But ha,
• 1:47:01
  Speaker 13: suppose the sun shall never shine? Than what an anguish
• 1:47:05
  Speaker 13: of regret her mind to know that even from this
• 1:47:08
  Speaker 13: I turned away? Can those meserve if there should be
• 1:47:11
  Speaker 13: no day, nay, better to go call your whole life
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  Speaker 13: long than do the sun than do your soul such wrong.
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  Speaker 13: And if the sun shine not be life, the blame
• 1:47:23
  Speaker 13: and hers the pride will scorn the meaner flame and
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  Speaker 13: of poem. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 16: The Old Dispensation by Edith Nesbit read for LibriVox by Kathleen.
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  Speaker 16: O Thou, who II in Heaven to man, hast given
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  Speaker 16: this clouded earthly life, all storm and strife, blasted with
• 1:47:52
  Speaker 16: ice and fire, love and desire, filled with dead faith
• 1:47:57
  Speaker 16: and love That change is master of O Thou, who
• 1:48:00
  Speaker 16: mightiest have given to all thy heaven, but who instead
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  Speaker 16: disgive this life we live? Who feedest with blood and
• 1:48:08
  Speaker 16: tears the hungry years. I make one prayer to thee
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  Speaker 16: O great God, granted me some day when summer shows
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  Speaker 16: her leaf her rose. God, let thy sinner lie under
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  Speaker 16: thy sky and feel thy son's large grace upon his face.
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  Speaker 16: Then grant him this that he may not believe in
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  Speaker 16: thee end of poem. This LibriVox recording is in the
• 1:48:31
  Speaker 16: public domain. The New Dispensation by Edith Nesbitt, read for
• 1:48:41
  Speaker 16: LibriVox by Kathleen. Out in the sun, the buttercups are gold,
• 1:48:46
  Speaker 16: the daisy's silver, all the grassy lane, and spring has
• 1:48:50
  Speaker 16: given love a flower to hold, and Love lays blindness
• 1:48:54
  Speaker 16: on the eyes of pain. Within our still chill isles
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  Speaker 16: and blazon paines and carven tombs, where memory weeps no more,
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  Speaker 16: and from the lost and holy days remains one saint
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  Speaker 16: beside the long closed western door. Outside the world goes
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  Speaker 16: laughing lest it weep with Here and there some happy
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  Speaker 16: child at play, a mother worshiping the babe asleep, or
• 1:49:19
  Speaker 16: two young lovers dreaming neath the may Within the soul
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  Speaker 16: of love broods o'er the place the carven saint forgotten
• 1:49:27
  Speaker 16: many a year, still lifts to heaven his rapt adoring face,
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  Speaker 16: to pray for those who leave him lonely. Here, that
• 1:49:36
  Speaker 16: once again the silent church may ring with songs of joy,
• 1:49:39
  Speaker 16: triumphant over pain. Ah, God who maketh the miracle of spring,
• 1:49:45
  Speaker 16: make thou dead, faith and love to rise again. End
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  Speaker 16: of poem. This Librivok's recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: The Three Kings by Edith Nesbitt read for Lebrevox dot
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  Speaker 5: or good by Larry Wilson. When the star in the
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  Speaker 5: east was lit to shine, the three Kings journeyed to Palestine.
• 1:50:14
  Speaker 5: They came from the uttermost parts of the earth with
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  Speaker 5: long trains, laden with gifts of worth. The first King
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  Speaker 5: rode on a camel's back. He came from the land
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  Speaker 5: where the kings are black, bringing treasures desired of kings,
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  Speaker 5: rubies and ivory and precious things. An elephant carried. The
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  Speaker 5: second King. He came from the land of the sun rising,
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  Speaker 5: and gems and gold and spices. He bare with broidered
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  Speaker 5: raiment for kings to wear. The third King came without
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  Speaker 5: steed or train, from the misty land where the white
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  Speaker 5: kings reign. He bore no gifts save the muhr in
• 1:50:52
  Speaker 5: his hand, for he came on foot from afar off land. Now,
• 1:50:56
  Speaker 5: when they had traveled them many days through tangled four
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  Speaker 5: worsts and desert ways, by angry seas, and by paths,
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  Speaker 5: a thornset on Christmas vigil, the three kings met, and
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  Speaker 5: over their meeting a shrouded sky made dark the star
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  Speaker 5: they had traveled by. Then the first king spake, and
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  Speaker 5: he frowned, and said, by some ill spell have our
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  Speaker 5: feet been led? Now? I see in the darkness the
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  Speaker 5: fools we are to follow the light of a lying star.
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  Speaker 5: Let us fool no more, but like kings and men,
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  Speaker 5: each get him home to his land again. Then the
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  Speaker 5: second king, with the weary face gold tinked as the
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  Speaker 5: sun of his reigning place, lifted sad eyes to the clouds,
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  Speaker 5: and said, it was but a dream, and the dream
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  Speaker 5: is sped. We dreamed of a star that rose new
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  Speaker 5: and fair, but it sets in the night of the
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  Speaker 5: old in despair. Yet faithful those stars betray It will
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  Speaker 5: lead to our kingdoms far away. Then spake the king,
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  Speaker 5: who had fared alone from the far off kingdom, the
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  Speaker 5: white hung throne. O brothers, brothers, so very far ye
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  Speaker 5: have followed the light of the radiant star. And because
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  Speaker 5: for a while ye see it not, shall its faithful
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  Speaker 5: shining be all forgot on the spirit's pathway. The light
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  Speaker 5: still lies though the star behead from our longing eyes.
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  Speaker 5: Tomorrow our star will be bright once more. The little
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  Speaker 5: pinhole in Heaven's floor. The angels pricked it to let
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  Speaker 5: it bring our feet to the throne of the new
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  Speaker 5: born king. And the first king heard, and the second herd,
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  Speaker 5: and their hearts grew humble before the third, and they
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  Speaker 5: laid them down beside bail and beast, and their sleeping
• 1:52:58
  Speaker 5: eyes saw light in the east, for the angels fanned
• 1:53:02
  Speaker 5: them with starry wings, and the waft of visions of
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  Speaker 5: unseen things. And the next gold day waned trembling and white,
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  Speaker 5: and the star was born of the waxing night. And
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  Speaker 5: the three kings came, where the great King lay a
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  Speaker 5: little baby among the hay. The ox and the ass
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  Speaker 5: were standing near, and Mary mother beside her dear then
• 1:53:27
  Speaker 5: lo in the litter. The kings bowed down and gave
• 1:53:31
  Speaker 5: him gold for a kingly crown, and Franken sensed for
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  Speaker 5: a great God's breath and murr to sweeten the day
• 1:53:38
  Speaker 5: of death. The maiden mother. She stood and smiled, and
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  Speaker 5: she took from the manger her little child. On the
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  Speaker 5: dark king's head, she laid his hand, and anger died
• 1:53:51
  Speaker 5: at that dear command. She laid his hand on the
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  Speaker 5: gold King's head, and despair itself was comforted. And when
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  Speaker 5: the pale king knelt in the stall, she heard on
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  Speaker 5: the straw his tears downfall, and she stoop'd where he
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  Speaker 5: knelt beside her feet, and laid on his bosom her
• 1:54:12
  Speaker 5: baby sweet. And the king in the holy stable place
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  Speaker 5: felt the little lips through the tears on his face. Christ,
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  Speaker 5: lay thy hand on the angry King, who reigns in
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  Speaker 5: my breast to my undoing, And lay thy hands of
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  Speaker 5: the king who lays the spell of sadness on all
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  Speaker 5: my days. And give the White King my soul, thy
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  Speaker 5: soul of these other kings the High control, that soul
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  Speaker 5: and spirit and sense may meet in adoration before thy feet.
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  Speaker 5: Now glory to God, the Father most High, and the
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  Speaker 5: Star the Spirit he leads us by, And to God's
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  Speaker 5: dear son, the Babe, who was born and laid in
• 1:54:57
  Speaker 5: the manger on Christmas morn, and a poem. This recording
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  Speaker 5: is in the public domain.
• 1:55:11
  Speaker 16: After Death by Edith Nesbit read for labor Box by Kathleen.
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  Speaker 16: If we must part, this parting is the best. How
• 1:55:21
  Speaker 16: would you bear to lay your head on some warm
• 1:55:23
  Speaker 16: pillow far away? Your head so used to lying on
• 1:55:27
  Speaker 16: my breast, But now your pillow is cold. Your hands
• 1:55:30
  Speaker 16: have flowers, and not my hands to hold Upon our bed,
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  Speaker 16: the worn bride linen lies that I have put the
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  Speaker 16: death money upon your eyes so that you should not
• 1:55:41
  Speaker 16: wake up in the night. I have bound your face
• 1:55:44
  Speaker 16: with white. I have washed you, yes with water and
• 1:55:47
  Speaker 16: not with tears. Those arms wherein I have slept so
• 1:55:50
  Speaker 16: many years, those feet that hastened when they came to me,
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  Speaker 16: and all your body that belonged to me. I have
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  Speaker 16: smoothed your dear, dull hair. And there is nothing left
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  Speaker 16: to say for you, and nothing left to fear or
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  Speaker 16: pray for you. And I have got the rest of
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  Speaker 16: life to bear. Thank God, it is you, not I
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  Speaker 16: who are lying there. If I had died and you
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  Speaker 16: had stood beside this still white bed, where the white scented,
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  Speaker 16: horrible flowers are spread, I know the thing it is,
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  Speaker 16: and I thank God that he has spared to this.
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  Speaker 16: If one must bear it, Thank God, It was I
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  Speaker 16: who had to live and bear to see you die,
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  Speaker 16: who have to live and bear to see you dead.
• 1:56:32
  Speaker 16: You will have nothing of it all to bear. You
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  Speaker 16: will not even know that in your bed you lie alone.
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  Speaker 16: You will not miss my head beside you on the pillow.
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  Speaker 16: You will rest so soft in the grave. You will
• 1:56:46
  Speaker 16: not miss my breast. But I, but I your pillow
• 1:56:50
  Speaker 16: and your place, And only the darkness laid against my face,
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  Speaker 16: and only my anguish pressed against my side. Thank God,
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  Speaker 16: Thank God, that it was you who died. End of poem.
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  Speaker 16: This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Chloe by Edith Nesbit read f LibriVox by Christy Kruz.
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  Speaker 4: Chloe night wind sighing through the popular leaves, trembling of
• 1:57:25
  Speaker 4: the aspen, shivering of the willow, every leafy voice of
• 1:57:31
  Speaker 4: all the nighttime grieves morning weeping over Chloe's pillow. Chloe
• 1:57:38
  Speaker 4: fresher than the breeze of dawn, fairer than the larches
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  Speaker 4: in their young spring glory, Brighter than the glow worms
• 1:57:47
  Speaker 4: on the dewey lawn. Hear the dirge the green trees
• 1:57:52
  Speaker 4: sing to In your story, Chloe lived, and Chloe loved.
• 1:57:57
  Speaker 4: She brought new gladness, hope in life, and all things
• 1:58:00
  Speaker 4: good to all who met her, only dying wept to
• 1:58:05
  Speaker 4: know the lifelong sadness willed against her will to those
• 1:58:11
  Speaker 4: who can't forget her, and of palm. The Slaver vox
• 1:58:16
  Speaker 4: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 13: In vocation by Idiot this bit readfully privos by Andrian
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  Speaker 13: GRANGI come tonight in a dream, tonight, come as you
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  Speaker 13: used to do. Come in the gown, in the gowne
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  Speaker 13: of white, Come in the ribbond of blue, Come in
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  Speaker 13: the virgin's color you wear. Come through the dark and
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  Speaker 13: the dew. Come with the scent of the night in
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  Speaker 13: your hair. Come as you used to do, blue and
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  Speaker 13: white of your eyes and your face, white of your
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  Speaker 13: gowne in blue. Will you not come from the happy place?
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  Speaker 13: Come as you used to do. There's so many, so
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  Speaker 13: many tears where they were ones so few. Can they
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  Speaker 13: not watch the grey of the years from the white
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  Speaker 13: of your gown and blue? End of poem. This LibriVox
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  Speaker 13: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: The Last Betrayal by Edith Nesbit read for LibriVox by
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  Speaker 4: Christy Kruz. The Last Betrayal and I shall lie alone
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  Speaker 4: at last, clear of the stream that ran so fast
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  Speaker 4: and filled the flower roots in my hair and in
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  Speaker 4: my hands, the roots of trees, myself wrapped in the
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  Speaker 4: undrudging piece that leaves no pain, and covered anywhere what
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  Speaker 4: this hope left, this way not barred, this last best
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  Speaker 4: treasure without guard, this heaven free, no prayers to pay fool.
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  Speaker 4: Are the rulers of men asleep? Thous knowest what tears
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  Speaker 4: they bade thee weep. But when peace comes, tis thou
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  Speaker 4: wilt sleep, not they end of poem. This Lebrivox recording
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  Speaker 4: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: A Prayer for the King's Majesty by Edith Nesbit read
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  Speaker 1: for LibriVox by Eleanor Howard, twenty second January nineteen o one.
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  Speaker 1: The Queen is dead, God save the King in this
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  Speaker 1: his hour of grief, when sorrow gathers memories in a sheaf,
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  Speaker 1: to lay them on his shoulders, as he stands inheriting
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  Speaker 1: her glories and her lands. First gain of his at
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  Speaker 1: which his mother's voice has not been first to bless
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  Speaker 1: and to rejoice a man set lonely between gain and loss.
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  Speaker 1: O words of love the heart remembereth o mighty loss
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  Speaker 1: outweighing every gain. A son whose kingdom death's arm lies across,
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  Speaker 1: a king whose mother lies alone with death, wrapt in
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  Speaker 1: the folds of white, implacable sleep. O God who seest
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  Speaker 1: the tears thy children weep, O, God who countest each
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  Speaker 1: sad heart beat. See how our king needs the grace
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  Speaker 1: we ask of thee. Thou knowest how little and how
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  Speaker 1: vain a thing is empire when the heart is sick
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  Speaker 1: with pain, God save the king. The queen is dead.
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  Speaker 1: The splendor of her days, the sorrow of them, both
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  Speaker 1: alike merge now in the new oriole that lights her brow.
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  Speaker 1: The clamor of her people's voice in praise must hush
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  Speaker 1: itself to the still voice that praise in the holy
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  Speaker 1: chamber of death. Tread softly. Here a mighty queen lies dead.
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  Speaker 1: Her people's heart wears black, the black bell's toll ceasing
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  Speaker 1: in their ear, and on the gold sun's track the
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  Speaker 1: great world round like a black ring. The voice of
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  Speaker 1: morning goes till even our ancient foes, with eyes down
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  Speaker 1: bent and brotherly bared head, keep morning watch with us.
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  Speaker 1: This is the hour when Love lends all his power
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  Speaker 1: to speed grief's arrows from the bow of death, When
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  Speaker 1: sighs are idle breath, when tears are fountain's vain, she
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  Speaker 1: will not wake again, not now, not hear O, great
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  Speaker 1: and good and infinitely dear, O, mother of your people.
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  Speaker 1: Sleep is sweet. No more life's thorny ways will wound
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  Speaker 1: your feet, Oh mother, dear sleep sound. When you shall wake,
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  Speaker 1: your brows freed from the crown that made them ache
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  Speaker 1: so many a time, and wear the heavenly crown, then
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  Speaker 1: then you will look down on us who love you,
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  Speaker 1: and remembering the love of earth, will breathe with us
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  Speaker 1: our prayer, our prayer prayed here, joined to your prayer
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  Speaker 1: prayed there. Who knows what radiant answer it may bring.
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  Speaker 1: God save the King the queen is dead. God, save
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  Speaker 1: the King from all ill thought and deed, from heartless service,
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  Speaker 1: and from selfish sway, from treason and the vain imagining
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  Speaker 1: of evil counselors, and the noisome breed of flatterers who
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  Speaker 1: eat the soul away. God save the King from loss
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  Speaker 1: and pain and tears such as her many years brought her,
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  Speaker 1: from battle and strife and the inmost hurt of life,
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  Speaker 1: the wounds that no crown can heal no ermine robes conceal.
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  Speaker 1: God save the King. God by our memories of his
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  Speaker 1: mother's face, by the love that makes our heart her
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  Speaker 1: dwelling place, grant to our sorrow this desired grace. God
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  Speaker 1: save the King. The queen is dead. God save the King.
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  Speaker 1: This is no hour when joy has leave to sing
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  Speaker 1: only amid our tears. We are bold to pray more
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  Speaker 1: boldly in that we pray sorrowing in this most sorrowful day.
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  Speaker 1: God whoust of a mortal mother born, who driest the
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  Speaker 1: tears with which thy children mourn. God save the King.
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  Speaker 1: Look down on him whose crown is wet with tears,
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  Speaker 1: in which its splendor fades and disappears. His tears, our tears,
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  Speaker 1: tears out of all her lands. The queen is dead.
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  Speaker 1: God strengthen the King's hands. God save the King. End
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  Speaker 1: of poem. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: True Love and New Love by dis nest It read
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  Speaker 2: for LibriVox by ren Element. Over the meadow and down
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  Speaker 2: the lane to the gate, by the twisted thorn, your
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  Speaker 2: feet should know each turn of the way you trod
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  Speaker 2: so many many a day before the old Love was
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  Speaker 2: put out of its pain, before the new love was born.
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  Speaker 2: Kiss her, hold her, and fold her clothes. Tell her
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  Speaker 2: the old true tale you ought to know. Each turn
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  Speaker 2: of the phrase. You learn them all in the poor
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  Speaker 2: old days, before the birth of the new red rose,
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  Speaker 2: before the old rose grew pale. And do not fear
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  Speaker 2: I shall creep tonight to make a third at your twist.
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  Speaker 2: My ghost, if it walked, would only wait to scare
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  Speaker 2: the others away from the gate where you teach your
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  Speaker 2: new love the old delight, with the lips that your
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  Speaker 2: old love kissed.
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  Speaker 6: And of.
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  Speaker 2: This LibriVox recording gisinta public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Death by Edith nesbit Red for LibriVox by Beth Thomas.
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  Speaker 3: Never again, no child shall stir the inmost heart of
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  Speaker 3: her and teach her heaven by that first faint stir.
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  Speaker 3: No little lips shall lie against her breast, save the
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  Speaker 3: cold lips that now lie there at rest. No little
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  Speaker 3: voice shall rouse her from her sleep and bid her
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  Speaker 3: wake to pain. Her sleep is calm and deep, call
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  Speaker 3: not refrain close in her arm, as though even death
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  Speaker 3: drew back before the face of motherhood. In this white,
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  Speaker 3: stilly place, the gathered bud lies waxen white and cold
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  Speaker 3: as ever a flower your winter gardens hold. She bore
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  Speaker 3: the pain, she never wore the crown, she worked the
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  Speaker 3: bitter charm. But all she won thereby is here laid down,
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  Speaker 3: renounced for good or harm. Dream. Feed your soul with dreams,
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  Speaker 3: while we must starve our hearts on clay. Dream of
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  Speaker 3: a glorious, white winged, sun crowned day when you shall
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  Speaker 3: see her once more face to face, beside Christ's mother
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  Speaker 3: in the blessed place. But while you dream, they carry
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  Speaker 3: her from here, the black bells, tall and tall, O God,
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  Speaker 3: If only she cannot see or hear, not hear those
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  Speaker 3: ghoul like bells that crowd so near, not see that
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  Speaker 3: cold clay.
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  Speaker 20: Whole.
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  Speaker 3: End of palm. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 17: In memory of Soretta dear Kin by Edith nesbit Red
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  Speaker 17: for Liberal by Ruhie Hauck. In memory of Sarata d'ekin,
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  Speaker 17: who died on October twenty fifth, eighteen ninety nine. There
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  Speaker 17: was a day, a horrible autumn day, when from her home,
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  Speaker 17: the home she made for hours, and that day made
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  Speaker 17: a nightmare of white flowers and folk in black who
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  Speaker 17: whispered pityingly. They carried her away and left our hearts
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  Speaker 17: all gold and empty. Yet with such a store to
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  Speaker 17: hold of sodden grief, the slow drop still owes out,
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  Speaker 17: and falling on all fair things, they withered. These tears
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  Speaker 17: came with time, but not with time went by, and
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  Speaker 17: still we wandered, desolate about the poor changed house, the garden,
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  Speaker 17: and the croft, warm kitchen, sunny parlor, with the soft, intolerable,
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  Speaker 17: pervading memories of her, whose face and voice made melodies, sweet,
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  Speaker 17: unforgotten songs of mother love, dear songs of all the
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  Speaker 17: little joys that were. We see the sun and have
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  Speaker 17: no joy thereof because she gathered in her dying hands
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  Speaker 17: and carried with her to the fair far lands, the
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  Speaker 17: flower of all our joy. Because she went out of
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  Speaker 17: the garden where her days were spent, and took the
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  Speaker 17: very sun away with her. The cross stands at her
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  Speaker 17: head over her breast, that loving mother breast, close buds
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  Speaker 17: of pansies, purple and white are breast. It seems a
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  Speaker 17: place for rest, for happy folded sleep. But are not there,
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  Speaker 17: not there, not there Our hardest tears are shed, But
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  Speaker 17: in the house made empty for her sake. Here in
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  Speaker 17: the night intolerable wake, the hungry, passionate pains of love,
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  Speaker 17: still strong to fight with death, the bitter slow night
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  Speaker 17: long then the rich price that poor love has to
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  Speaker 17: pay is spade, slowed drop by drop, till the new day,
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  Speaker 17: with thin cold fingers, pushes back night's wings and drags
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  Speaker 17: us out to common cruel things that sting and barb
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  Speaker 17: There's stings with memory, oh Love, And is the price
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  Speaker 17: too hard to give? Thine is the splendor of all
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  Speaker 17: things that live. And this thy pain, the price of
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  Speaker 17: life to thee, the sacrament that binds to the beloved,
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  Speaker 17: the chain that holds, though mountains be removed, the potent
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  Speaker 17: of thye immortality. So in the house of pain, imprisoned,
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  Speaker 17: we endure our bondage and work out our time. Now
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  Speaker 17: seek from out our dungeon walls to climb burnsmen who
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  Speaker 17: would not if we could be free. Thank God, our
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  Speaker 17: hands still hold Love's cord, and she do not. Her
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  Speaker 17: hands still clasp the cord we hold, drawing us near
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  Speaker 17: coiling bright fold unfold till the far day when it
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  Speaker 17: shall draw us near to the sight of her, her
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  Speaker 17: living hands, her dear tired face, grown weary of watching
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  Speaker 17: for our face, and we shall hold her in the
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  Speaker 17: happy place and hear her voice, the same old voice
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  Speaker 17: we knew, our children. I am tired of wanting you,
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  Speaker 17: or in some world more beautiful and dear than any
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  Speaker 17: she ever dreamed of. Here, when time is changed, that
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  Speaker 17: she await the day she longed for, and so little
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  Speaker 17: a while away, when all the love we watered with
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  Speaker 17: our tears shall bloom, transplanted by the kindly years. Dreaming
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  Speaker 17: through her new garden, does she go, remembering the old
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  Speaker 17: garden long ago, tending new flowers more fair than those
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  Speaker 17: that grow in this sad garden, where such sad flowers
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  Speaker 17: blow and fondly, touching bud and leaf and shoot, training
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  Speaker 17: her flowers to perfect branch and root? Does she sometimes
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  Speaker 17: entreat some darling flower to wait a little for its opening?
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  Speaker 17: Can you not hear her voice? Are not today while
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  Speaker 17: my dear flowers, my own are far away? Be patient?
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  Speaker 17: Bud tomorrow soon will come ah, blossom when my little
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  Speaker 17: girl comes home. But now but here, the empty house,
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  Speaker 17: the always empty house, the black remembrance that no night
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  Speaker 17: blots out the memories white unbearable, and dear that no
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  Speaker 17: white sunlight makes less cruel and clear, the resistless riot's
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  Speaker 17: route of cruel conquering thoughts the night the day, Love
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  Speaker 17: that no white sunlight makes less cruel and clear the
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  Speaker 17: resistless riot's route of cruel conquering thoughts the night the day.
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  Speaker 17: Love is immortal. This the price to pay worse than
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  Speaker 17: all pain it would be to forget on Love's pray brow.
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  Speaker 17: The crown of thorns is set. Love is no niggard,
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  Speaker 17: though the price be high, into God's market. Love goes
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  Speaker 17: forth to buy with royal mead God's greatest gifts and gain.
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  Speaker 17: Love offers up his whole rich store of pain, and
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  Speaker 17: buys of god Loves immortality. End of In memory of
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  Speaker 17: Seretta Dakin. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: A parting by Edith Nesbit read for Libraryvox by ran
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  Speaker 2: Adamund for Dorothy, eighteenth August nineteen hundred. I will not
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  Speaker 2: wait you, dear.
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  Speaker 14: No tears shall creep to children still bed when you
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  Speaker 14: lie asleep. No cry, no words shall break the sanctity
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  Speaker 14: of the great silence where God lets you lie. I
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  Speaker 14: will not tease your grave with flower or stone. You
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  Speaker 14: are tired, my heart, you shall be left alone and
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  Speaker 14: even the kisses that my lips must lay upon the
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  Speaker 14: mold of the triumphant clay, shall be so soft like
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  Speaker 14: those a mother lays upon her sleeping baby's little face.
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  Speaker 14: You will not feel my kisses, will not hear you
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  Speaker 14: are tired, sleep on. I will not wait, you, dear,
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  Speaker 14: But when the good day comes, you will hear me cry.
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  Speaker 14: Make a little place where I can lie, and half awakened,
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  Speaker 14: you will feel me creep into the folds of your
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  Speaker 14: familiar sleep and draw them round us with a tender moan.
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  Speaker 14: How could you let me sleep so long?
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  Speaker 2: Alone? And of poem? This LibriVox recording is in the
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  Speaker 2: public domain. End of the Rainbow in the Rose by
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  Speaker 2: in a spitt