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Maud, and Other Poems (Version 2) - Alfred, Lord Tennyson · Sense and Sensibility

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  Speaker 1: Maud Part one from Mord and Other Poems by Alfred Tennyson.
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  Speaker 1: visit LibriVox dot org. Recording by Michael Maax Maud Part
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  Speaker 1: one one. I hate the dreadful hollow behind the little wood.
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  Speaker 1: Its lips in the field above are dabbled with blood
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  Speaker 1: red heath. The red ribbed ledges drip with a silent
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  Speaker 1: horror of blood and echo. There whatever is asked answers death.
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  Speaker 1: For there in the ghastly pit, long since a body
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  Speaker 1: was found his who had given me life? Oh Father,
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  Speaker 1: oh God, was it well mangled and flattened, and crushed
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  Speaker 1: and dinted into the ground. There yet lies the rock
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  Speaker 1: that fell with him. When he fell, did he fling
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  Speaker 1: himself down? Who knows? For a vast speculation had failed,
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  Speaker 1: And ever he muttered and maddened, and ever wanned with despair,
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  Speaker 1: and out he walked, when the wind, like a broken
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  Speaker 1: worldling wailed, and the flying gold of the ruined woodlands
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  Speaker 1: drove through the air. I remember the time, for the
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  Speaker 1: roots of my hair were stirred by a shuffled step
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  Speaker 1: by a dead weight, trailed by a whisper'd fright, and
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  Speaker 1: my pulses closed their gates with a shock on my
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  Speaker 1: heart as I heard the shrill, edged shriek of a
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  Speaker 1: mother divide the shuddering night. Villainy somewhere, whose one says
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  Speaker 1: we are villains all not he? His honest fame should
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  Speaker 1: at least by me be maintained. But that old man,
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  Speaker 1: now lord of the broadest state in the hall, dropped off,
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  Speaker 1: gorged from a scheme that had left us flaxed and drained.
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  Speaker 1: Why do they prate of the blessings of peace? We
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  Speaker 1: have made them a curse, pickpockets, each hand lusting for
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  Speaker 1: all that is not its own, and lust of gain
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  Speaker 1: in the spirit of cain. Is it better or worse
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  Speaker 1: than the heart of the citizen hissing in war on
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  Speaker 1: his own heartstone. But these are the days of advance,
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  Speaker 1: the works of the men of mind. When who but
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  Speaker 1: a fool would have faith in a tradesman's waar or
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  Speaker 1: his word? Is it peace or war? Civil? War? Is?
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  Speaker 1: I think? And that of a kind the viola as underhand,
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  Speaker 1: not openly bearing the sword. Sooner or later I too
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  Speaker 1: may passively take the print of a golden age. Why
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  Speaker 1: not I have neither hope nor trust. May make my
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  Speaker 1: heart as a millstone, set my face as a flint,
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  Speaker 1: cheat and be cheated, and die? Who knows? We are
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  Speaker 1: ashes and dust? Peace sitting under her olive and slurring
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  Speaker 1: the days gone by, when the poor are hoveled and
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  Speaker 1: hustled together, each sex like swine, when only the ledger lives,
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  Speaker 1: and when only not all men lie peace in her vineyard. Yes,
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  Speaker 1: but her company forges the wine, and the vitriol madness
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  Speaker 1: flushes up in the ruffian's head, till the filthy bye lane,
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  Speaker 1: ring to the yell of the trampled wife, will chalk
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  Speaker 1: and alum and plaster assault to the poor for bread,
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  Speaker 1: and the spirit of murder works in the very means
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  Speaker 1: of life, and sleep must lie down armed for the
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  Speaker 1: villainous center bits grind on the wakeful ear in the
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  Speaker 1: hush of the moonless nights, while another is cheating the
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  Speaker 1: sick of a few last gasps as he sits to
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  Speaker 1: pestle a poisoned poison behind his crimson lights. When a
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  Speaker 1: mammonite mother kills her babe for a burial fee, and
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  Speaker 1: tim or mammon grins on a pile of children's bones?
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  Speaker 1: Is it peace or war? Better war? Loud war by
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  Speaker 1: land and by sea, war with a thousand battles and
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  Speaker 1: shaking a hundred threat rones. For I trust if an
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  Speaker 1: enemy's fleet came yonder around by the hill, and the
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  Speaker 1: rushing battle bolt sang from the three decker out of
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  Speaker 1: the foam, that the smooth faced, snub nosed rogue would
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  Speaker 1: leap from his counter until and strike if he could
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  Speaker 1: were it. But with his cheating yardwand home? What am
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  Speaker 1: I raging alone? As my father raged in his mood?
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  Speaker 1: Must I too creep to the hollow and dash myself
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  Speaker 1: down and die, rather than hold by the law that
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  Speaker 1: I made never more to brood on a horror of
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  Speaker 1: shattered limbs and a wretched swindler's lie. Would there be
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  Speaker 1: sorrow for me? There was love in the passionate shriek,
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  Speaker 1: love for the silent thing that had made false haste
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  Speaker 1: to the grind wrapped in a cloak, as I saw him,
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  Speaker 1: and thought he would rise and speak and rave at
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  Speaker 1: the lion, the lyre oh god, as he used to rave.
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  Speaker 1: I am sick of the hall in the hill. I
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  Speaker 1: am sick of the moor and the main. Why should
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  Speaker 1: I stay? Can a sweeter chance ever come to me here? Oh?
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  Speaker 1: Having the nerves of motion as well as the nerves
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  Speaker 1: of pain, Were it not wise if I fled from
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  Speaker 1: the place, and the pit and the fear. There are
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  Speaker 1: workmen up at the hall. They are coming back from abroad.
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  Speaker 1: The old dark place will be guilt by the touch
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  Speaker 1: of a millionaire, I have heard. I know not whence
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  Speaker 1: of the singular beauty of Maud. I played with the
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  Speaker 1: girl and a child. She promised then to be fair
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  Speaker 1: with her dventurous climbings and tumbles and childish escapes. Maud,
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  Speaker 1: the delight of the village, the ringing joy of the hall,
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  Speaker 1: Maored with her sweet purse mouth when my father dangled
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  Speaker 1: the grapes, Maud, the beloved of my mother, the moon
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  Speaker 1: faced darling of all? What is she now? My dreams
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  Speaker 1: are bad? She may bring me a curse. Oh, there
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  Speaker 1: is fatter game on the moor. She will let me alone,
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  Speaker 1: thanks for the fiend best knows whether woman or man
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  Speaker 1: be the worse. I will bury myself in my books,
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  Speaker 1: and the devil may pipe to his own. Two long
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  Speaker 1: have I sighed for a calm, God, grant I may
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  Speaker 1: find it at last. It will never be broken by Maud.
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  Speaker 1: She has neither savor nor salt, but a cold and
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  Speaker 1: clear cut face, as I found when her carriage passed,
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  Speaker 1: perfectly beautiful. Let it be granted her? Where is the fault?
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  Speaker 1: All that I saw? For her eyes were downcast, not
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  Speaker 1: to be seen, faultally, faultless, icily regular, splendidly null, dead, perfection,
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  Speaker 1: no more, nothing more, if it had not been for
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  Speaker 1: a chance of travel, a paleness, an hour's defect of
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  Speaker 1: the rose, or an underlip. You may call it a
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  Speaker 1: little too ripe, too full, or the least little delicate
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  Speaker 1: aquiline curve in a sensitive nose from which I escaped,
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  Speaker 1: heart free, with the least little touch of spleen, three
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  Speaker 1: cold and clear cut face. Why come you so cruelly meek,
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  Speaker 1: breaking a slumber in which all spleenful folly was drowned,
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  Speaker 1: pale with the golden beam of an eyelash, dead on
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  Speaker 1: the cheek, passionless, pale, cold face, star sweet on a gloom,
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  Speaker 1: profound woman like taking revenge too deep for a transient, wrong,
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  Speaker 1: dumb button thought to your beauty, and ever as pale
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  Speaker 1: as before, growing and fading and growing upon me without
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  Speaker 1: a sound, luminous gem, like ghosts, like deathlike half the
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  Speaker 1: night long, growing and fading and growing, till I could
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  Speaker 1: bear it no more but a rose, and all by
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  Speaker 1: myself in my own dark garden ground, listening now to
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  Speaker 1: the tide in its broad flung shipwrecked roar now to
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  Speaker 1: the scream of a maddened beach, dragged down by the wave,
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  Speaker 1: walked in a wintry wind by a ghastly glimmer, and
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  Speaker 1: found the shining daffodil dead, and a ryon low in
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  Speaker 1: his grave. Four a million emeralds break from the ruby
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  Speaker 1: budded lime in the little grove where I sit. Ah,
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  Speaker 1: wherefore cannot I be like things of the season, gay,
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  Speaker 1: like the bountiful season bland, when the far off sail
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  Speaker 1: is blown by the breeze of a softer climb, half
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  Speaker 1: lost in the liquid azure bloom of a crescent of sea,
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  Speaker 1: the silent sapphire spangled marriage ring of the land. Below me,
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  Speaker 1: there is the village, and looks how quiet and small
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  Speaker 1: and yet bubbles all like a city, with gossip and
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  Speaker 1: scandal and spite. And Jack in his ale house bench
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  Speaker 1: has many lies as a sar. And here on the
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  Speaker 1: landward side, by a red rock glimmers the hall, and
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  Speaker 1: up in the high hall garden, I see her pass
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  Speaker 1: like a light, but sorrow sees me, if ever that
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  Speaker 1: light be my leading star? When have I bowed to
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  Speaker 1: her father, the wrinkled head of her race, I met
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  Speaker 1: to day with her brother, But not her brother I bowed.
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  Speaker 1: I bowed to his lady's sister as she rode by
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  Speaker 1: on the moor. But the fire of a foolish pride
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  Speaker 1: flushed over her beautiful face. Oh child, you wrong your beauty.
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  Speaker 1: Believe it in being so proud. Your father has wealth
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  Speaker 1: well gotten, and I am nameless and poor. I keep
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  Speaker 1: but a man and a maid, ever ready to slunder
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  Speaker 1: and steal. I know it, and smile a hard set smile,
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  Speaker 1: like a stoic, or like a wiser epicurean. And let
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  Speaker 1: the world have its way. For nature is one with rapine,
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  Speaker 1: a harm no preacher can heal. The mayfly is torn
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  Speaker 1: by the swallow, the sparrows speared by the shrike, and
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  Speaker 1: the whole little wood where I sit is a world
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  Speaker 1: of plunder and prey. We are puppets. Man in his
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  Speaker 1: pride and beauty fair in her flower? Do we move
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  Speaker 1: ourselves or are moved by an unseen hand? As a
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  Speaker 1: game that pushes off from the board, and others ever succeed. Ah,
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  Speaker 1: Yet we cannot be kind to each other. Here for
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  Speaker 1: an hour we whisper and hint and chuckle and grin
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  Speaker 1: at a brother's shame. However we brave it out. We
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  Speaker 1: men are a little breed, a monstrous eft was of old,
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  Speaker 1: the lord and master of us. For him did his
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  Speaker 1: high sight flame and his river billowing ran, and he
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  Speaker 1: felt himself in his force to be Nature's crowning race.
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  Speaker 1: As nine months go to the shaping and infant right
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  Speaker 1: for his birth, so many a million of ages have
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  Speaker 1: gone to the making of man. He now is first.
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  Speaker 1: But is he the last? Is he not too base?
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  Speaker 1: The man of science himself is fonder of glory and vain.
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  Speaker 1: An I well practiced in nature, a spirit bounded and poor,
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  Speaker 1: the passionate heart of the poetry's world into folly and vice.
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  Speaker 1: I would not marvel at either, but keep a temperate brain,
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  Speaker 1: for not to desire or admire. If a man could
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  Speaker 1: learn it were more than to walk all day like
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  Speaker 1: the sultan of old in a garden of spice. For
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  Speaker 1: the drift of the maker is dark, an isis hid
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  Speaker 1: by the veil. Who knows the ways of the world,
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  Speaker 1: how God will bring them about? Our planet is one,
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  Speaker 1: the suns are many, the world is wide. Shall I
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  Speaker 1: weep if a poland fail? Shall I shriek if a
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  Speaker 1: hungry fail or an infant civilization be ruled with rod
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  Speaker 1: or with nubt. I have not made the world, and
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  Speaker 1: he that made it will guide. Be mine a philosopher's
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  Speaker 1: life in the quiet woodland ways, where if I cannot
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  Speaker 1: be gay, let a passionless peace be my lot, far
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  Speaker 1: off from the clamors of liars, belied in the hubbub
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  Speaker 1: of lies, from the long necked geese of the world
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  Speaker 1: that are ever hissing disprays because their nature's a little,
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  Speaker 1: and whether reheed it or not, where each man walks
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  Speaker 1: with his head in a cloud of poisonous flies. And
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  Speaker 1: most of all, would I flee from the cruel madness
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  Speaker 1: of love, the honey of poison flowers, and all the
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  Speaker 1: measureless ill ah Maud, you, milk, white fawn, You are
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  Speaker 1: all unmeet for a wife. Your mother is mute in
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  Speaker 1: her grave, as her image in marble above. Your father
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  Speaker 1: is ever in London. You one about your will, you
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  Speaker 1: have but fed on the roses and lain in the
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  Speaker 1: lilies of life. Five a voice by the cedar tree
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  Speaker 1: in the meadow under the hall. She is singing an
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  Speaker 1: air that is known to me, A passionate ballad, gallant
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  Speaker 1: and gay, a martial song like a trumpet's call, singing
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  Speaker 1: alone in the morning of life, and in the happy
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  Speaker 1: morning of life and of may, singing of men in
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  Speaker 1: that battle array, ready in heart and ready in hand,
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  Speaker 1: march with banner and bugle and fife to the death
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  Speaker 1: for their native land. Maud with her exquisite face and
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  Speaker 1: wild voice, peeling up to the sunny sky and feats
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  Speaker 1: like sunny gems on an English green, moored in the
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  Speaker 1: light of her youth and her grace, singing of death
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  Speaker 1: and of honor that cannot die till I well could
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  Speaker 1: weep for a time so sordid and mean, and myself
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  Speaker 1: so languid and base. Silence, beautiful voice, be still, for
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  Speaker 1: you only trouble the mind with a joy in which
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  Speaker 1: I cannot rejoice, a glory I shall not find. Still,
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  Speaker 1: I will hear you no more, for your sweetness hardly
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  Speaker 1: leaves me a choice but to move to the meadow
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  Speaker 1: and fall before her feet on the meadow grass and
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  Speaker 1: the door. Not her, who is neither courtly nor kind,
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  Speaker 1: not her, not her but a voice. Six morning arises,
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  Speaker 1: stormy and pale, no sun, but a wanish glare infold
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  Speaker 1: upon fold of hwless cloud, and the budded peaks of
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  Speaker 1: the wood are bowed, caught and cuffed by the gale.
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  Speaker 1: I had fancied it would be fair. Whom but Maud
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  Speaker 1: should I meet? Last night, when the sunset burned on
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  Speaker 1: the blossomed gable ends at the head of the village street.
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  Speaker 1: Whom but Maud should I meet? And she touched my
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  Speaker 1: hand with a smile so sweet she made meet divine
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  Speaker 1: amends for a courtesy not return'd. And thus a delicate
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  Speaker 1: spark of glowing and growing light through the livelong hours
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  Speaker 1: of the dark, kept itself warm in the heart of
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  Speaker 1: my dream, ready to burst in a colored flame, till
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  Speaker 1: at last, when the morning came in a cloud, it
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  Speaker 1: faded and seems but an ash and gray delight. What if,
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  Speaker 1: with her sunny hair and smile as sunny as cold,
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  Speaker 1: she meant to weave me a snare of some coquettish
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  Speaker 1: deceit clear patra like as of old, to entangle me
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  Speaker 1: when we met, to have her lion roll in a
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  Speaker 1: silken net and fall at a victor's feet. Ah, what
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  Speaker 1: shall I be at fifty? Should nature keep me alive?
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  Speaker 1: If I find the world so bitter when I am
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  Speaker 1: but twenty five? Yet, if she were not a cheat,
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  Speaker 1: if maud were all that she seemed, and her smile
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  Speaker 1: were all that I dreamed, then the world were not
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  Speaker 1: so bitter, but a smile could make it sweet. What if,
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  Speaker 1: though her eyes seemed full of a kind intent to me?
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  Speaker 1: What if that dandie despot, he that jeweled massive millinery,
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  Speaker 1: that oiled and curled assyrian bull, smelling of musk and insolence,
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  Speaker 1: her brother from whom I keep aloof, who wants the
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  Speaker 1: finer politic sense to mask though, but in his own
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  Speaker 1: behoof with a glassy smile, his brutal scorn. What if
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  Speaker 1: he had told her yester morn, how prettily for his
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  Speaker 1: own sweet sake a face of tenderness might be famed,
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  Speaker 1: and a moist mirage in desert eyes. That so when
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  Speaker 1: the rotten, husting shake in another month to his brazen lies.
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  Speaker 1: A wretched vote may be gained for a raven ever
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  Speaker 1: croaks at my side. Keep watch and ward, keep watch
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  Speaker 1: and ward, or thou wilt prove their tool. Yea too
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  Speaker 1: myself from myself I God. For often a man's own
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  Speaker 1: angry pride is cap and bells for a fool. Perhaps
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  Speaker 1: the smile and tender tone came out of her pitying womanhood.
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  Speaker 1: For am I not? Am I not here alone? So
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  Speaker 1: many a summer since she died, My mother, who was
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  Speaker 1: so gentle and good, living alone in an empty house, here,
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  Speaker 1: half hidden in the gleaming wood, where I hear that
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  Speaker 1: dead at midday moan, and the shrieking rush of the
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  Speaker 1: wainscot mouse. My own sad name in corners cried when
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  Speaker 1: the shiver of dancing leaves is thrown about its echoing
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  Speaker 1: chambers wide till a morbid hate and horror have grown
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  Speaker 1: of a world in which I have hardly mixed, and
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  Speaker 1: a morbid eating, like and fixed on a heart half
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  Speaker 1: turned to stone, Oh heart of stone, are you flesh
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  Speaker 1: and caught by that? You swater withstand? For what was
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  Speaker 1: it else? Within me? Wrought? But I fear the new
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  Speaker 1: strong wine of love that made my tongue so stammer
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  Speaker 1: and trip when I saw the treasured splendor her hand
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  Speaker 1: come sliding out of her sacred glove, and the sunlight
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  Speaker 1: broke from her lip. I have played with her when
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  Speaker 1: a child, She remembers it. Now we meet, Ah, Well, well, well,
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  Speaker 1: I may be beguiled by some coquettish deceit. Yet if
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  Speaker 1: she were not a cheat, if maud were all that
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  Speaker 1: she seemed, and her smile had all that I dreamed,
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  Speaker 1: then the world were not so bitter, but a smile
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  Speaker 1: could make it sweet. Seven Did I hear it? Half
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  Speaker 1: in a doze long since? I know not where? Did
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  Speaker 1: I dream it? An hour ago? When asleep in this
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  Speaker 1: arm chair, men were drinking together, drinking and talking of me. Well,
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  Speaker 1: if it prove a girl, the boy will have plenty,
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  Speaker 1: So let it be. Is it an echo of something
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  Speaker 1: read with a boy's delight? Viziers nodding together in some
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  Speaker 1: Arabian night? Strange that I hear two men somewhere talking
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  Speaker 1: of me. Well, if it proves a girl, my boy
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  Speaker 1: will have plenty, so let it be. Eight. She came
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  Speaker 1: to the village church and sat by a pillar alone,
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  Speaker 1: an angel watching an urn, wept over her carved in stone,
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  Speaker 1: and once, but once, she lifted her eyes and suddenly, sweetly,
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  Speaker 1: strangely blushed to find they were met by my own.
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  Speaker 1: And suddenly, sweetly my heart beat stronger and thicker, until
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  Speaker 1: I heard no longer the snowy banded dilettante, delicate handed
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  Speaker 1: priest in tone, and thought, is it pride? Amused and sighed, no,
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  Speaker 1: surely no, it cannot be pride. Nine I was walking
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  Speaker 1: a mile more than a mile from the shore. The
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  Speaker 1: sun looked out with a smile betwixt the cloud and
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  Speaker 1: the moor, and riding a set of day over the
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  Speaker 1: dark moor land, riding rapidly far away, she waved to
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  Speaker 1: me with her hand. There were two at her side.
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  Speaker 1: Something flashed in the sun down by the hill. I
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  Speaker 1: saw them ride. In a moment they were gone, like
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  Speaker 1: a sudden spark, struck vainly in the night, and back
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  Speaker 1: returns the dark with no more hope of light. Ten
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  Speaker 1: sick am I, sick of a jealous dread, was not
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  Speaker 1: one of the two at her side, This new made lord,
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  Speaker 1: whose splendor plucks the slavish hat from the villager's head,
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  Speaker 1: whose old grandfather has lately died, gone to a blacker
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  Speaker 1: pit for whom grimy nakedness, dragging his trucks and laying
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  Speaker 1: his trams in a poisoned gloom wrought till he crept
• 27:50
  Speaker 1: from a gutted mine, master of half a servile shire,
• 27:56
  Speaker 1: and left his coal all turned to gold, to a grandson,
• 28:02
  Speaker 1: first of his noble line, rich in the grace all
• 28:07
  Speaker 1: women desire, strong in the power that all men adore,
• 28:13
  Speaker 1: and simper, and set their voices lower and soften as
• 28:18
  Speaker 1: if to a girl, and hold awe stricken breaths at
• 28:23
  Speaker 1: a work divine, seeing his gig or castle shine knew
• 28:28
  Speaker 1: as his title built last year there amid the perky
• 28:35
  Speaker 1: larches and pine, and over the sullen purple moor. Look
• 28:40
  Speaker 1: at it, pricking a cockney ear What has he found?
• 28:47
  Speaker 1: My duel out? For one of the two that rode
• 28:52
  Speaker 1: at her side, bound for the hall? I am sure
• 28:56
  Speaker 1: it was he bound for the hall, and I for
• 29:00
  Speaker 1: our bride blithe. Would her brother's acceptance be Maud could
• 29:07
  Speaker 1: be gracious too, no doubt to a lord a captain,
• 29:12
  Speaker 1: a padded shaper bought commission of waxen face a rabbit
• 29:18
  Speaker 1: mess that is ever a gape bought what is it
• 29:23
  Speaker 1: he cannot buy? And therefore splenetic personal base, a wounded
• 29:31
  Speaker 1: thing with a rancorous cry, at war with myself, and
• 29:36
  Speaker 1: a wretched race, sick, sick to the heart of life.
• 29:43
  Speaker 1: Am I last week came one to the county town
• 29:49
  Speaker 1: to preach our poor little army down and play the
• 29:54
  Speaker 1: game of the despot kings. Though the state has done it,
• 29:58
  Speaker 1: and thrice as well. This broad brimmed hawker of holy things,
• 30:06
  Speaker 1: whose ear is crammed with cotton and rings even in
• 30:11
  Speaker 1: dreams to the chink of his pence, This huckster put
• 30:16
  Speaker 1: down war. Can he tell whether war be a cause
• 30:21
  Speaker 1: or a consequence? Put down the passions that make earth hell?
• 30:27
  Speaker 1: Down with ambition, avarice, pride, jealousy, down, cut off from
• 30:34
  Speaker 1: the mind to the bitter springs of anger, and fear,
• 30:39
  Speaker 1: down too, Down at your own fireside, with the evil
• 30:44
  Speaker 1: tongue and the evil ear, for each is at war
• 30:49
  Speaker 1: with mankind. I wish I could hear again the chivalrous
• 30:55
  Speaker 1: battle song that she warbled alone in her joy, might
• 31:00
  Speaker 1: persuade myself. Then she would not do herself this great
• 31:05
  Speaker 1: wrong to take a wanton, dissolute boy for a man
• 31:11
  Speaker 1: and leader of men. Ah God for a man with
• 31:17
  Speaker 1: heart head hand, like some of the simple great ones
• 31:23
  Speaker 1: gone forever and ever by, one still strong man in
• 31:29
  Speaker 1: a blatant land, whatever they call him, What care I aristocrat, democrat, autocrat,
• 31:38
  Speaker 1: one who can rule and dare not lie. And Ah
• 31:44
  Speaker 1: for a man to arise in me, that the man
• 31:48
  Speaker 1: I am may cease to be eleven. Oh, let the
• 31:57
  Speaker 1: solid grand not fail beneath my feet. Before my life
• 32:02
  Speaker 1: has found what some have found so sweet. Then let
• 32:07
  Speaker 1: come what come? May what matter? If I go mad?
• 32:13
  Speaker 1: I shall have had my day. Let the sweet heavens
• 32:18
  Speaker 1: endure not clothes and darken above me. Before I am
• 32:24
  Speaker 1: quite quite sure that there is one to love me.
• 32:29
  Speaker 1: Then let come what come made to a life that
• 32:33
  Speaker 1: has been so sad? I shall have had my day.
• 32:40
  Speaker 1: Twelve birds in the High Hall garden when twilight was falling,
• 32:47
  Speaker 1: moud Mord, Mord Mord. They were crying and calling, Where
• 32:54
  Speaker 1: was Maud in our wood? And I who else was
• 33:00
  Speaker 1: with her? Gathering woodland lilies? Myriads blow together, birds in
• 33:07
  Speaker 1: our wood, sang ringing through the valleys. Maud is here here, here,
• 33:14
  Speaker 1: in among the lilies. I kissed her slender hand. She
• 33:19
  Speaker 1: took the kiss sedately. Maude is not seventeen, but she
• 33:26
  Speaker 1: is tall and stately. I to cry out on pride,
• 33:32
  Speaker 1: who have won her favor? Maud were sure of heaven
• 33:36
  Speaker 1: if lowliness could save her. I know the way she
• 33:41
  Speaker 1: went home with her maiden posy, and her feet have
• 33:46
  Speaker 1: touched the meadows and left the daisies. Rosy birds in
• 33:52
  Speaker 1: the high Hall garden were crying and calling to her.
• 33:57
  Speaker 1: Where is Maud MoU Maud? One is come to woo her.
• 34:04
  Speaker 1: Look a horse at the door, and little King Charles
• 34:09
  Speaker 1: is snarling. Go back, my lord, across the moor. You
• 34:15
  Speaker 1: are not her, darling seteen scorned to be scorned by
• 34:23
  Speaker 1: one that ees scorn? Is that a matter to make
• 34:27
  Speaker 1: me fret? That a calamity hard to be borne? Well
• 34:33
  Speaker 1: he may live to hate me, yet fool that I
• 34:37
  Speaker 1: am to be vexed with his pride. I passed him,
• 34:42
  Speaker 1: I was crossing his lands. He stood on the path
• 34:46
  Speaker 1: a little aside his face, as I grant in spite
• 34:51
  Speaker 1: of spite, as a broad blown comeliness, red and white
• 34:56
  Speaker 1: and six feet two. I think as he stands, but
• 35:01
  Speaker 1: his essences turn'd the live air sick and barbarous opulence,
• 35:08
  Speaker 1: duel thick, sunned itself on his breast than his hands.
• 35:14
  Speaker 1: Who shall call me ungentle? Unfair? I longed so heartily
• 35:20
  Speaker 1: then and there to give him the grasp of fellowship.
• 35:24
  Speaker 1: But while I passed, he was humming an air stopp'd,
• 35:30
  Speaker 1: and then with a riding whip, leisurely tapping a glossy
• 35:35
  Speaker 1: boot and curving a contumelious lip, organized me from head
• 35:42
  Speaker 1: to foot with a stony British stare. Why sits he
• 35:49
  Speaker 1: here in his father's chair? That old man never comes
• 35:54
  Speaker 1: to his place? Shall I believe him ashamed? To be seen?
• 36:00
  Speaker 1: For only once in the village street last year I
• 36:04
  Speaker 1: caught a glimpse of his face, a gray old wolf
• 36:10
  Speaker 1: and a lean scarcely Now would I call him a cheat?
• 36:15
  Speaker 1: For then, perhaps, as a child of deceit, she might,
• 36:20
  Speaker 1: by a true descent, be untrue. And Maud is as
• 36:25
  Speaker 1: true as Maude is sweet, though I fancy her sweetness
• 36:31
  Speaker 1: only due to the sweeter blood. By the other side.
• 36:36
  Speaker 1: Her mother has been a sing complete however she came
• 36:41
  Speaker 1: to be so allied and fair without faithful within. Maud
• 36:47
  Speaker 1: to him is nothing akin some peculiar mystic grace made
• 36:54
  Speaker 1: her only the child of her mother, and heaped the
• 36:59
  Speaker 1: whole inherited sin on that huge scapegoat of the race.
• 37:05
  Speaker 1: All all upon the brother, peace, hungry spirit, and let
• 37:13
  Speaker 1: him be has not his sister smiled on me. Fourteen
• 37:24
  Speaker 1: Maud has a garden of roses and lily's fair on
• 37:29
  Speaker 1: a lawn, and there she walks in her state, and
• 37:33
  Speaker 1: tends upon bed and bower. And thither I climbed at
• 37:39
  Speaker 1: dawn and stood by her garden gate. A lion ramps
• 37:45
  Speaker 1: at the top. He is clasped by a passion flower.
• 37:51
  Speaker 1: Maud's own little oak room, which Maud like a precious
• 37:57
  Speaker 1: stone set in the heart of the carver, gloom light
• 38:01
  Speaker 1: with herself. When alone she sits by her music and books.
• 38:06
  Speaker 1: And her brother lingers late with a roistering company, looks
• 38:12
  Speaker 1: upon Maude's own garden gate. And I thought, as I stood,
• 38:19
  Speaker 1: if a hand as white as ocean foam in the
• 38:24
  Speaker 1: moon were laid on the haarsp of the window, and
• 38:28
  Speaker 1: my delight had a sudden desire, like a glorious ghost,
• 38:33
  Speaker 1: to glide like a beam of the seventh heaven down
• 38:37
  Speaker 1: to my side. There were but a step to be
• 38:40
  Speaker 1: made a fancy flattered my mind, and again seemed overbold.
• 38:49
  Speaker 1: Now I thought that she cared for me. Now I
• 38:53
  Speaker 1: thought she was kind only because she was cold. I
• 38:59
  Speaker 1: heard no sound where I stood, but the rivulet on
• 39:03
  Speaker 1: from the lawn running down to my own dark wood,
• 39:08
  Speaker 1: or the voice of the long sea wave as it
• 39:11
  Speaker 1: swelled now and then in the dim gray dawn. But
• 39:16
  Speaker 1: I looked and round all round the house. I beheld
• 39:21
  Speaker 1: the death white curtain drawn, felt a horror over me, creep,
• 39:28
  Speaker 1: prickle my skin, and catch my breath. Knew that the
• 39:32
  Speaker 1: death white curtain meant but sleep. Yet I shuddered and thought,
• 39:39
  Speaker 1: like a fool, of the sleep of death. Fifteen. So
• 39:48
  Speaker 1: dark a mind within me dwells, and I make myself
• 39:53
  Speaker 1: such evil cheer, that if I be dear to someone else,
• 39:59
  Speaker 1: then someone else may have much to fear. But if
• 40:03
  Speaker 1: I be dear to someone else, then I should be
• 40:08
  Speaker 1: to myself more dear. Shall I not take care of
• 40:12
  Speaker 1: all that I think? Yea even of wretched meat and
• 40:17
  Speaker 1: drink if I be dear, If I be dear to
• 40:21
  Speaker 1: someone else Sixteen this lump of earth has left his
• 40:31
  Speaker 1: estate the lighter by the loss of his weight, and
• 40:36
  Speaker 1: so that he find him what he went to seek,
• 40:39
  Speaker 1: and fulsome pleasure, clog him and drown his heart in
• 40:45
  Speaker 1: the gross mud honey of town. He may stay for
• 40:49
  Speaker 1: a year, who has gone for a week. But this
• 40:54
  Speaker 1: is the day when I must speak and see my
• 40:59
  Speaker 1: or coming down? Oh, this is the day, Oh, beautiful creature,
• 41:07
  Speaker 1: What am I that dare to look her way? Think
• 41:12
  Speaker 1: I may hold dominion, sweet lord of the pulse, that is,
• 41:17
  Speaker 1: lord of her breast, and dream of her beauty with
• 41:21
  Speaker 1: tender dread, from the delicate arab arch of her feet,
• 41:26
  Speaker 1: to the grace that bright and light of the crest
• 41:30
  Speaker 1: of a peacock sits on her shining head. And she
• 41:36
  Speaker 1: knows it not, Oh, if she knew it, to know
• 41:41
  Speaker 1: her beauty might half undo it. I know it the
• 41:46
  Speaker 1: one bright thing to save my yet young life in
• 41:50
  Speaker 1: the wilds of time, perhaps from madness, perhaps from crime,
• 41:57
  Speaker 1: perhaps from a selfish grave. What if she be fastened
• 42:03
  Speaker 1: to this fool? Lord? Dare I bid her abide by
• 42:07
  Speaker 1: her word? Should I love her so well? If she
• 42:11
  Speaker 1: had given her word to a thing so low? Shall
• 42:16
  Speaker 1: I love her as well? If she can break her word?
• 42:20
  Speaker 1: Were it even for me? I trust that it is
• 42:24
  Speaker 1: not so catch not my breath, so clamorous heart, Let
• 42:31
  Speaker 1: not my tongue be a thrall to my eye, For
• 42:36
  Speaker 1: I must tell her before we part. I must tell
• 42:40
  Speaker 1: her or die. Seventeen, go not happy day from the
• 42:49
  Speaker 1: shining fields, Go not happy day till the maiden yields.
• 42:55
  Speaker 1: Rosy is the West, Rosie is the South. Rose are
• 43:00
  Speaker 1: her cheeks, and a rose her mouth. When the happy
• 43:04
  Speaker 1: yes falters from her lips, pass and blush the news.
• 43:09
  Speaker 1: All the blowing ships, over blowing seas, over seas at rest,
• 43:16
  Speaker 1: pass the happy news. Blush it through the west till
• 43:21
  Speaker 1: the red man dance by his red cedar tree, and
• 43:25
  Speaker 1: the red Man's babe leap beyond the sea. Blush from
• 43:31
  Speaker 1: west to east. Blush from east to west, till the
• 43:36
  Speaker 1: west is east. Blush it through the west. Rosy is
• 43:39
  Speaker 1: the West, Rosy is the South. Roses are her cheeks,
• 43:43
  Speaker 1: and a rose her mouth. Eighteen I have led her home,
• 43:52
  Speaker 1: my love, my only friend. There is none like her,
• 43:58
  Speaker 1: none ever yet so warmly ran my blood, and sweetly
• 44:05
  Speaker 1: on and on calming itself to the long wished for end,
• 44:10
  Speaker 1: full to the banks, close on the promised good. None
• 44:17
  Speaker 1: like her, none just now the dry tongue. Laurel's pattering
• 44:24
  Speaker 1: talk seemed a light foot along the garden walk, and
• 44:29
  Speaker 1: shook my heart to think she comes once more. But
• 44:34
  Speaker 1: even then I heard her close the door. The gates
• 44:39
  Speaker 1: of heaven are closed, and she is gone. There is
• 44:45
  Speaker 1: none like her, none nor will be when our summers
• 44:50
  Speaker 1: have deceased. Oh art thou sighing for Lebanon in the
• 44:56
  Speaker 1: long breeze that streams to the delicious eave, sighing for Lebanon,
• 45:02
  Speaker 1: dark cedar, though thy limbs have here increased upon a
• 45:08
  Speaker 1: pastoral sloper's fair and looking to the south, and fed
• 45:14
  Speaker 1: with honeyed rain and delicate air, and haunted by the
• 45:19
  Speaker 1: starry head of her, whose gentle will has changed my
• 45:24
  Speaker 1: fate and made my life a perfumed altar flame, and
• 45:31
  Speaker 1: over whom thy darkness must have spread with such delights
• 45:37
  Speaker 1: as theirs of old, thy great forefathers of the thornless garden,
• 45:45
  Speaker 1: there shadowing the snow limbed eve from whom she came.
• 45:52
  Speaker 1: Here will I lie while these long branches sway, and
• 45:57
  Speaker 1: you fair stars that crown a happy day, go in
• 46:02
  Speaker 1: and out as if at merry play. Who am no
• 46:06
  Speaker 1: more so all forlorn than when it seemed far better
• 46:10
  Speaker 1: to be borne to labor and the matter hardened hand,
• 46:15
  Speaker 1: than nursed at ease, and brought to understand a sad astrology,
• 46:21
  Speaker 1: the boundless plan that makes you tyrants in your iron skies,
• 46:28
  Speaker 1: innumerable pitiless, passionless eyes, cold fires, yet with power to
• 46:37
  Speaker 1: burn and brand his nothingness into man. But now shine on,
• 46:44
  Speaker 1: and what care I, who, in this stormy gulf have
• 46:49
  Speaker 1: found a pearl, the counter charm of space and hollow sky?
• 46:55
  Speaker 1: And do accept my madness? And would I to save
• 47:01
  Speaker 1: from some slight shame? One simple girl would die for
• 47:08
  Speaker 1: sullen seeming death may give more life to love than
• 47:12
  Speaker 1: ever is or ever was in our low world, where
• 47:17
  Speaker 1: yet tis sweet to live. Let no man ask me
• 47:21
  Speaker 1: how it came to pass. It seems that I am
• 47:26
  Speaker 1: happy that to me a livelier emerald twinkles in the grass,
• 47:32
  Speaker 1: a pure sapphire melts into the sea. Not die, but
• 47:39
  Speaker 1: live a life of truest breath, and teach true life
• 47:44
  Speaker 1: to fight with mortal wrongs. Oh, why should love like
• 47:50
  Speaker 1: men in drinking songs spice his fair banquet with the
• 47:54
  Speaker 1: touch of death, may answer Maud, my bliss, Maud made
• 48:02
  Speaker 1: my maud by that long lover's kiss, life of my life.
• 48:07
  Speaker 1: Wilt thou not answer this? The dusty strand of death
• 48:13
  Speaker 1: in woven here with dear love's tie, makes love himself
• 48:19
  Speaker 1: more dear is that enchanted moan. Only the swell of
• 48:24
  Speaker 1: the long waves that roll in yonder bay, And hark
• 48:30
  Speaker 1: the clock within the silver knell of twelve sweet hours
• 48:35
  Speaker 1: passed in bridle Wight, and die to live long as
• 48:40
  Speaker 1: my pulses play. But now by this my love has
• 48:45
  Speaker 1: closed her sight and given false death her hand, and
• 48:50
  Speaker 1: stolen away to dreamful wastes, where footless fancies dwell among
• 48:55
  Speaker 1: the fragments of the golden day. Say nothing there a
• 49:01
  Speaker 1: maiden grace of fright, dear heart, I feel with thee
• 49:07
  Speaker 1: the drowsy spell, my bride to be my ever more delight,
• 49:14
  Speaker 1: my own heart's heart and ownest own Farewell. It is
• 49:21
  Speaker 1: but for a little space I go, And ye meanwhile
• 49:26
  Speaker 1: far over more and fell beat to the noiseless music
• 49:31
  Speaker 1: of the night. Has our whole earth gone nearer to
• 49:37
  Speaker 1: the glow of your soft splendors, that you look so bright.
• 49:44
  Speaker 1: I have climbed nearer out of lonely hell, beat happy stars,
• 49:52
  Speaker 1: timing with things below, beat with my heart more blest
• 49:57
  Speaker 1: than heart can tell. But for some dark undercurrent woe
• 50:05
  Speaker 1: that seems to draw, But it shall not be so.
• 50:09
  Speaker 1: Let all be well, be well. Nineteen Her brother is
• 50:19
  Speaker 1: coming back to night, breaking up my dream of delight,
• 50:25
  Speaker 1: My dream do I dream of bliss? I have walked
• 50:30
  Speaker 1: awake with truth. Oh when did a morning shine so
• 50:37
  Speaker 1: rich in atonement as this? For my dark, dawning youth,
• 50:42
  Speaker 1: darkened watching a mother decline, and that dead man at
• 50:48
  Speaker 1: her heart and mine for who was left to watch her?
• 50:53
  Speaker 1: But I yet, so did I let my freshness die?
• 51:00
  Speaker 1: I trust that I did not talk to gentle Maud
• 51:04
  Speaker 1: in our walk, for often, in lonely wanderings I have
• 51:09
  Speaker 1: cursed him, even to lifeless things. I trust that I
• 51:13
  Speaker 1: did not talk, not touch on her father's sin. I
• 51:19
  Speaker 1: am sure I did, but speak of my mother's faded
• 51:23
  Speaker 1: cheek when it slowly grew so thin that I felt
• 51:28
  Speaker 1: she was slowly dying, vexed with lawyers and harassed with debt.
• 51:35
  Speaker 1: For how often I caught her with eyes all wet,
• 51:40
  Speaker 1: shaking her head at her son and sighing a world
• 51:46
  Speaker 1: of trouble within. And Maud too Maud was moved to
• 51:53
  Speaker 1: speak of the mother she loved as one scarce less, forlorn,
• 51:59
  Speaker 1: dying abroad. And it seems, apart from him who had
• 52:04
  Speaker 1: ceased to share her heart, and ever mourning over the
• 52:09
  Speaker 1: feud the household fury sprinkled with blood by which our
• 52:16
  Speaker 1: houses are torn. How strange was what she said, when
• 52:22
  Speaker 1: only Maud and the brother hung over her dying bed,
• 52:29
  Speaker 1: that Maud's dark father and mine had bound us one
• 52:34
  Speaker 1: to the other, betrothed us over their wine on the
• 52:39
  Speaker 1: day when Maud was born, sealed her mine from her
• 52:44
  Speaker 1: first sweet breath, Mine mine, by a right from birth
• 52:50
  Speaker 1: till death, Mine mine, our fathers have sworn. But the
• 52:59
  Speaker 1: true blood spilt had in it a heat to dissolve,
• 53:04
  Speaker 1: the precious seal on a bond that, if left uncanceled,
• 53:09
  Speaker 1: had been so sweet. And none of us thought of
• 53:14
  Speaker 1: something beyond a desire that awoke in the heart of
• 53:18
  Speaker 1: the child, as it were a duty done to the
• 53:22
  Speaker 1: tomb to be friends, for her sake, to be reconciled.
• 53:28
  Speaker 1: And I was cursing them and my doom, and letting
• 53:33
  Speaker 1: a dangerous thought run wild. While often abroad in the
• 53:38
  Speaker 1: fragrant gloom of foreign churches. I see her there, bright
• 53:45
  Speaker 1: English lily, breathing a prayer to be friends, to be reconciled.
• 53:53
  Speaker 1: But then what a flint is he? Abroad at Florence, Rome,
• 54:01
  Speaker 1: I find whenever she touched on me, this brother had
• 54:05
  Speaker 1: laughed her down, And at last, when each came home,
• 54:11
  Speaker 1: he had darkened into a frown, hid her and forbid
• 54:16
  Speaker 1: her to speak to me, her friend of the years before.
• 54:21
  Speaker 1: And this was what had reddened her cheek when I
• 54:25
  Speaker 1: bowed to her on the moor. Yet Maude, though not
• 54:31
  Speaker 1: blind to the faults of his heart and mind, I
• 54:35
  Speaker 1: see she cannot but love him, and says he is
• 54:40
  Speaker 1: rough but kind, and wishes me to approve him. She
• 54:44
  Speaker 1: tells me, when she lay sick once with a fear
• 54:48
  Speaker 1: of worse, that he left his wine and horses and play,
• 54:54
  Speaker 1: sat with her, read to her night and day, and
• 54:59
  Speaker 1: tended her like a nurse. Kind. But the deaspered desire
• 55:06
  Speaker 1: spurned by this air of the liar, rough but kind.
• 55:12
  Speaker 1: Yet I know he has plotted against me in this,
• 55:17
  Speaker 1: that he plots against me still kind to Maud, that
• 55:22
  Speaker 1: were not a miss well, rough but kind? Why that
• 55:28
  Speaker 1: it be so? For shall not Maud have her will
• 55:34
  Speaker 1: for Maud so tender and true as long as my
• 55:40
  Speaker 1: life endures. I feel I shall owe you a debt
• 55:44
  Speaker 1: that I never can hope to pay. And if ever
• 55:48
  Speaker 1: I should forget that I owe this debt to you,
• 55:52
  Speaker 1: and for your sweet sake, to yours. Oh, then what
• 55:57
  Speaker 1: shall I say? If ever I should forget? May God
• 56:03
  Speaker 1: make me more wretched than ever I have been? Yet,
• 56:10
  Speaker 1: so now have I sworn to bury all this dead
• 56:15
  Speaker 1: body of hate. I feel so free and so clear
• 56:20
  Speaker 1: by the loss of that dead weight, that I should
• 56:23
  Speaker 1: grow light headed. I fear fantastically merry, But that her
• 56:29
  Speaker 1: brother comes like a blight on my fresh hope to
• 56:34
  Speaker 1: the hall to night twenty strange that I felt so gay,
• 56:43
  Speaker 1: strange that I tried to day to beguile her melancholy
• 56:48
  Speaker 1: the Sultan, as we name him. She did not wish
• 56:52
  Speaker 1: to blame him, but he vexed her and perplexed her
• 56:56
  Speaker 1: with his worldly talk and folly. Was it gentle to
• 57:02
  Speaker 1: reprove her for stealing out of view from a little
• 57:06
  Speaker 1: lazy lover who but claims her as his due, or
• 57:11
  Speaker 1: for chilling his caresses by the coldness of her manners, Nay,
• 57:16
  Speaker 1: the plainness of her dresses. Now I know her, but
• 57:20
  Speaker 1: in two nor can pronounce upon it. If one should
• 57:25
  Speaker 1: ask me whether the habit hat and feather or the
• 57:29
  Speaker 1: frock and gipsy bonnet be the neater and completer. For
• 57:33
  Speaker 1: nothing can be sweeter than Maiden Maud in either. But
• 57:39
  Speaker 1: to morrow, if we live, our ponderous squire will give
• 57:44
  Speaker 1: a grand political dinner to half the squirelings near, and
• 57:51
  Speaker 1: Maud will wear her jewels, and the bird of prey
• 57:55
  Speaker 1: will hover, and the titmouse hope to win her with
• 57:59
  Speaker 1: his cheer at her ear, a grand political dinner to
• 58:05
  Speaker 1: the men of many acres, a gathering of a tory,
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  Speaker 1: a dinner, and then a dance for the maids and
• 58:14
  Speaker 1: marriage makers, And every eye but mine will glance at
• 58:21
  Speaker 1: Maude in all her glory, for I am not invited,
• 58:26
  Speaker 1: but with the Sultan's pardon, I am all as well delighted,
• 58:32
  Speaker 1: for I know her own rose garden, and mean to
• 58:37
  Speaker 1: linger in it till the dancing will be over. And then, oh,
• 58:42
  Speaker 1: then come out to me for a minute, But for
• 58:46
  Speaker 1: a minute, come out to your own true lover, that
• 58:52
  Speaker 1: your true lover may see your glory also, and render
• 58:58
  Speaker 1: all homage to his own darling Queen Maud in all
• 59:04
  Speaker 1: her splendor twenty one. Rivulet crossing my ground and bringing
• 59:14
  Speaker 1: me down from the hall, this garden rose that I
• 59:18
  Speaker 1: found forgetful of Maud and me, and lost in trouble,
• 59:24
  Speaker 1: and moving around here at the head of a tinkling fall,
• 59:28
  Speaker 1: and trying to pass to the sea. Rivulet born at
• 59:33
  Speaker 1: the hall. My Maud has sent it by the if
• 59:37
  Speaker 1: I read her sweet well, write on a blushing mission
• 59:41
  Speaker 1: to me, saying in odor and color, ah be among
• 59:48
  Speaker 1: the roses tonight twenty two. Come into the garden, Maud,
• 59:57
  Speaker 1: for the black bat night has fled. Come into the garden, Maud.
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  Speaker 1: I am here at the gate alone, and the woodbine
• 1:00:08
  Speaker 1: spices are wafted abroad, and the musk of the roses
• 1:00:12
  Speaker 1: blown for a breeze of morning moves, and the planet
• 1:00:18
  Speaker 1: of Love is on high, beginning to faint in the
• 1:00:22
  Speaker 1: light that she loves on a bed of daffodil sky,
• 1:00:28
  Speaker 1: to faint in the light of the sun she loves,
• 1:00:31
  Speaker 1: to faint in his light, and to die. All night
• 1:00:37
  Speaker 1: have the roses heard the flute violin bassoon all night
• 1:00:43
  Speaker 1: as the casement Jessamine starred to the dancers dancing in tune,
• 1:00:49
  Speaker 1: till a silence fell with a waking bird, and a
• 1:00:53
  Speaker 1: hush with the setting moon. I said to the lily,
• 1:00:59
  Speaker 1: there is but one with whom she has heart to
• 1:01:03
  Speaker 1: be gay. When will the dancers leave her alone? She
• 1:01:08
  Speaker 1: is weary of dance and play. Now half to the
• 1:01:13
  Speaker 1: setting moon, agone and half to the rising day. Low
• 1:01:19
  Speaker 1: on the sand, and loud on the stone, the last
• 1:01:23
  Speaker 1: wheel echoes away, I said to the rose, the brief
• 1:01:29
  Speaker 1: night goes in babble and revel and wine, Young lord lover,
• 1:01:35
  Speaker 1: what size are those for one that will never be
• 1:01:39
  Speaker 1: thine but mine? But mine? So I swear to the
• 1:01:44
  Speaker 1: rose for ever and ever mine. And the soul of
• 1:01:50
  Speaker 1: the rose went into my blood. As the music clashed
• 1:01:55
  Speaker 1: in the hall, and long by the garden gate I stood,
• 1:02:01
  Speaker 1: for I heard your rivulet fall from the lake to
• 1:02:05
  Speaker 1: the meadow and onto the wood, o, a wood that
• 1:02:11
  Speaker 1: is dearer than all. From the meadow your walks have
• 1:02:17
  Speaker 1: left so sweet that whenever a march wind sighs, he
• 1:02:22
  Speaker 1: sets the duwel print of your feet in violets blue
• 1:02:27
  Speaker 1: as your eyes. To the woody hollows in which we meet,
• 1:02:32
  Speaker 1: and the valleys of paradise. The slender acacia would not
• 1:02:39
  Speaker 1: shake one long milk bloom on the tree. The white
• 1:02:44
  Speaker 1: lake blossom fell into the lake as the pimpernel dozed
• 1:02:49
  Speaker 1: on the lee. But the rose was awake all night
• 1:02:55
  Speaker 1: for your sake, knowing your promise to me. The lilies
• 1:03:01
  Speaker 1: and roses were all awake. They sighed for the dawn.
• 1:03:06
  Speaker 1: And thee queen Rose of the rosebud garden of girls,
• 1:03:12
  Speaker 1: come hither. The dances are done in gloss of satin
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  Speaker 1: and glimmer of pearls. Queen lily and rose in one
• 1:03:25
  Speaker 1: shine out little head sunning over with curls to the flowers,
• 1:03:31
  Speaker 1: and be their sun. There is fallen a splendid tear
• 1:03:38
  Speaker 1: from the passion flower at the gate. She is coming,
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  Speaker 1: my dove, my dear, she is coming, my life, my fate.
• 1:03:48
  Speaker 1: The red rose cries she is near, she is near,
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  Speaker 1: And the white rose weeps she is late. The larkspur listens.
• 1:04:00
  Speaker 1: I hear, I hear, and the lily whispers, I wait,
• 1:04:08
  Speaker 1: she is coming, my own, my sweet. Were it ever
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  Speaker 1: so area tread, my heart would hear her and beat.
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  Speaker 1: Were it earth in an earthy bed, my dust would
• 1:04:23
  Speaker 1: hear her and beat. Had I lain for a century dead,
• 1:04:27
  Speaker 1: who would start and tremble under her feet and blossom
• 1:04:32
  Speaker 1: in purple and red? And of Part one of Maud
• 1:04:41
  Speaker 1: by Alfred Tennyson, Maud Part two from Mordan Other poems
• 1:04:53
  Speaker 1: by Alfred Tennyson. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Recording by Michael Max Maude Part two one. The fault
• 1:05:06
  Speaker 1: was mine, The fault was mine. Why am I sitting
• 1:05:11
  Speaker 1: here so stunned and still plucking the harmless wild flower
• 1:05:16
  Speaker 1: on the hill. It is this guilty hand. And there
• 1:05:22
  Speaker 1: rises ever a passionate cry from underneath, in the darkening land.
• 1:05:28
  Speaker 1: What is it that has been done? Oh, dawn of
• 1:05:32
  Speaker 1: Eden brights over Arthen's sky. The fires of hell break
• 1:05:37
  Speaker 1: out of thy rising sun, the fires of hell and
• 1:05:41
  Speaker 1: of hate. For she sweet soul, had hardly spoken a
• 1:05:47
  Speaker 1: word when her brother ran in his rage to the gate.
• 1:05:52
  Speaker 1: He came with the babe faced lord. Heaped on her
• 1:05:57
  Speaker 1: terms of disgrace, And while she wept and I strove
• 1:06:02
  Speaker 1: to be cool, he fiercely gave me the lie till I,
• 1:06:07
  Speaker 1: with as fierce an anger, spoke, and he struck me, madman,
• 1:06:13
  Speaker 1: over the face, struck me before the languid fool who
• 1:06:18
  Speaker 1: was gaping and grinning by struck for himself an evil stroke,
• 1:06:26
  Speaker 1: wrought for his house, an irredeemable woe, for front to front.
• 1:06:32
  Speaker 1: In an hour we stood, and a million horrible bellowing
• 1:06:37
  Speaker 1: echoes broke from the red ribbed hollow behind the wood,
• 1:06:42
  Speaker 1: and thundered up into heaven, the christless code that must
• 1:06:47
  Speaker 1: have life. For a blow, ever and ever afresh they
• 1:06:52
  Speaker 1: seemed to grow. Was it? He lay there with a
• 1:06:55
  Speaker 1: fading eye. The fault was mine, he whispered, fly, then
• 1:07:04
  Speaker 1: glided out of the joyous woods, the ghastly race of
• 1:07:09
  Speaker 1: one that I know. And there rang on a sudden
• 1:07:12
  Speaker 1: a passionate cry, a cry for a brother's blood. It
• 1:07:18
  Speaker 1: will ring in my heart and my ears till I die,
• 1:07:22
  Speaker 1: till I die. Is it gone? My pulses beat? What
• 1:07:29
  Speaker 1: was it? A lying trick of the brain, Yet I
• 1:07:33
  Speaker 1: thought I saw has spanned a shadow at my feet,
• 1:07:37
  Speaker 1: high over the shadowy land. It is gone. And the
• 1:07:42
  Speaker 1: heavens fall in a gentle rain, when they should burst
• 1:07:47
  Speaker 1: and drown with deluging storms. The feeble vassals of wine
• 1:07:52
  Speaker 1: and anger and lust, the little hearts that know not
• 1:07:57
  Speaker 1: how to forgive, Arise, my God, and strike, for we
• 1:08:02
  Speaker 1: hold thee. Just strike dead the whole weak race of
• 1:08:07
  Speaker 1: venomous worms that sting each other here in the dust,
• 1:08:12
  Speaker 1: we are not worthy to live. Two. See what a
• 1:08:19
  Speaker 1: lovely shell, small and pure as a pearl, lying close
• 1:08:24
  Speaker 1: to my foot? Frail, but a work divine, made so
• 1:08:29
  Speaker 1: fairly well, with delicate spire and whirl, how exquisitely minute,
• 1:08:37
  Speaker 1: a miracle of design? What is it? A learned man
• 1:08:42
  Speaker 1: could give it a clumsy name. Let him name it?
• 1:08:45
  Speaker 1: Who can? The beauty will be the same. The tiny
• 1:08:50
  Speaker 1: cell is forlorn, void of the little living will that
• 1:08:55
  Speaker 1: made it stir on the shore? Did he stand at
• 1:08:58
  Speaker 1: the diamond door of his house in a rainbow frill?
• 1:09:02
  Speaker 1: Did he push when he was uncurled a golden foot
• 1:09:06
  Speaker 1: or a fairy horn through his dim water? World slight
• 1:09:13
  Speaker 1: to be crushed with a tap of my finger, nail
• 1:09:16
  Speaker 1: on the sand. Small but a work divine, frail, but
• 1:09:21
  Speaker 1: of a force to withstand year upon year. The shock
• 1:09:27
  Speaker 1: of cataract seas that snap the three decker's oaken spine,
• 1:09:31
  Speaker 1: aswarted the ledges of the rock. Here on the Breton
• 1:09:36
  Speaker 1: strand Breton, not Britain. Here like a shipwrecked man on
• 1:09:43
  Speaker 1: a coast of ancient fable and fear, plagued with a
• 1:09:48
  Speaker 1: flitting to and fro, a disease, a hard mechanic ghost
• 1:09:53
  Speaker 1: that never came from on high, nor ever rose from below,
• 1:09:57
  Speaker 1: but only moves with the moving, flying along the land
• 1:10:02
  Speaker 1: and the main. Why should it look like maud am
• 1:10:07
  Speaker 1: I to be overawed by what I cannot but know
• 1:10:11
  Speaker 1: is a juggle born of the brain, back from the
• 1:10:15
  Speaker 1: Breton coast, sick of a nameless fear, back to the
• 1:10:21
  Speaker 1: dark sea line, looking thinking of all I have lost,
• 1:10:26
  Speaker 1: an old song vexes my ear, but that of Lammack
• 1:10:31
  Speaker 1: is mine for years, a measureless ill, for years, forever
• 1:10:38
  Speaker 1: to part. But she she would love me still, and
• 1:10:43
  Speaker 1: as long God as she have a grain of love
• 1:10:47
  Speaker 1: for me. So long, no doubt, no doubt, shall I
• 1:10:52
  Speaker 1: nurse in my dark heart, however weary a spark of
• 1:10:57
  Speaker 1: will not to be trampled out. Strange that the mind,
• 1:11:04
  Speaker 1: when fraught with a passion so intense, one would think
• 1:11:09
  Speaker 1: that it well might drown all life in the eye,
• 1:11:12
  Speaker 1: that it should, by being so overwrought, suddenly strike on
• 1:11:17
  Speaker 1: a sharper sense for a shell or a flower, little
• 1:11:22
  Speaker 1: things which else would have been passed by. And now
• 1:11:27
  Speaker 1: I remember I when he lay dying there, I noticed
• 1:11:33
  Speaker 1: one of his many rings, for he had many, poor worm,
• 1:11:38
  Speaker 1: and thought, it is his mother's hair. Who knows if
• 1:11:43
  Speaker 1: he be dead, whether I need have fled? Am I
• 1:11:47
  Speaker 1: guilty of blood? However this may be comforter, comforter all
• 1:11:54
  Speaker 1: things good. While I am over the sea. Let me
• 1:11:59
  Speaker 1: and my passionate love go by, but speak to her
• 1:12:04
  Speaker 1: all things holy and high, whatever happened to me, me,
• 1:12:09
  Speaker 1: my harmful love, go by, But come to her waking,
• 1:12:14
  Speaker 1: find her as sleep, powers of the height, powers of
• 1:12:18
  Speaker 1: the deep, and comfort her though I die. Three, Courage,
• 1:12:28
  Speaker 1: poor heart of stone. I will not ask THEE why
• 1:12:32
  Speaker 1: thou canst not understand that thou art left forever alone, Courage,
• 1:12:39
  Speaker 1: poor stupid heart of stone. Or if I ask THEE,
• 1:12:44
  Speaker 1: why care not thou to reply? She is but dead,
• 1:12:50
  Speaker 1: and the time is at hand when thou shalt more
• 1:12:53
  Speaker 1: than die. Four. Oh that to apossible, after long grief
• 1:13:01
  Speaker 1: and pain, to find the arms of my true love
• 1:13:05
  Speaker 1: round me once again. When I was wont to meet
• 1:13:09
  Speaker 1: her in the silent woody places, by the home that
• 1:13:12
  Speaker 1: gave me birth, we stood tranced in long embraces mixed
• 1:13:17
  Speaker 1: with kisses, sweeter, sweeter than anything on earth. A shadow
• 1:13:24
  Speaker 1: flits before me, not Thou, but like to thee Ah Christ,
• 1:13:30
  Speaker 1: if it were possible for one short hour to see
• 1:13:34
  Speaker 1: the souls we loved, that they might tell us what
• 1:13:38
  Speaker 1: and where they be. It leads me forth at evening,
• 1:13:43
  Speaker 1: It lightly winds and steals in a cold white robe
• 1:13:48
  Speaker 1: before me, when all my spirit reels at the shouts,
• 1:13:53
  Speaker 1: the leagues of lights, and the roaring of the wheels.
• 1:13:57
  Speaker 1: Half the night I waste in sighs, half in dreams.
• 1:14:02
  Speaker 1: I sorrow after the delight of early skies, in a
• 1:14:07
  Speaker 1: wakeful doze. I sorrow for the hand, the lips, the eyes,
• 1:14:13
  Speaker 1: for the meeting of the morrow, the delight of happy laughter,
• 1:14:18
  Speaker 1: the delight of low replies. Tis a morning pure and sweet,
• 1:14:25
  Speaker 1: and a dewy splendor falls on the little flower that
• 1:14:29
  Speaker 1: clings to the turrets and the walls. Tis a morning
• 1:14:33
  Speaker 1: pure and sweet, and the light and shadow fleet. She
• 1:14:38
  Speaker 1: is walking in the meadow, and the woodland echo rings.
• 1:14:43
  Speaker 1: In a moment we shall meet. She is singing in
• 1:14:47
  Speaker 1: the meadow, and the rivulet at her feet ripples on
• 1:14:51
  Speaker 1: in light and shadow to the ballad that she sings.
• 1:14:56
  Speaker 1: Do I hear her sing as of old my bird
• 1:15:00
  Speaker 1: with the shining head, my own dove, with the tender eye.
• 1:15:06
  Speaker 1: But there rings on a suddener passionate cry. There is
• 1:15:10
  Speaker 1: someone dying or dead, And a sullen thunder is rolled
• 1:15:16
  Speaker 1: for a tumult shakes the city, and I wake. My
• 1:15:21
  Speaker 1: dream is fled in the shuddering dawn. Behold without knowledge,
• 1:15:28
  Speaker 1: without pity, either curtains of my bed, that abiding phantom cold,
• 1:15:37
  Speaker 1: get thee hence nor come again. Mix not memory with doubt.
• 1:15:44
  Speaker 1: Pass thou deathlike type of pain, Pass, and cease to
• 1:15:48
  Speaker 1: move about. Tis the blot upon the brain that will
• 1:15:53
  Speaker 1: show itself without. Then I rise, The eve drops fall,
• 1:16:00
  Speaker 1: and the yellow vapors choke the great city, sounding wide.
• 1:16:05
  Speaker 1: The day comes a dull red ball, wrapped in drifts
• 1:16:11
  Speaker 1: of lurid smoke, on the misty river tide. Through the
• 1:16:17
  Speaker 1: hubbub of the market, I steal a wasted frame. It
• 1:16:22
  Speaker 1: crosses here, it crosses there, through all that crowd, confused
• 1:16:28
  Speaker 1: and loud, the shadow still the same, And on my
• 1:16:33
  Speaker 1: heavy eyelids, my anguish hangs like shame. Alas for her
• 1:16:40
  Speaker 1: that met me, that heard me, softly call came glimmering
• 1:16:45
  Speaker 1: through the laurels at the quiet even fall in the garden,
• 1:16:50
  Speaker 1: by the turrets of the old manorial hall. Would the
• 1:16:55
  Speaker 1: happy spirit descend from the realms of lightens in the
• 1:17:00
  Speaker 1: chamber of the street, as she looks among the blessed.
• 1:17:04
  Speaker 1: Should I fear to greet my friend, or say forgive
• 1:17:09
  Speaker 1: the wrong, or to ask her take me sweet to
• 1:17:13
  Speaker 1: the regions of thy rest. But the broad light glares
• 1:17:19
  Speaker 1: and beats, and the shadow flits and fleets and will
• 1:17:23
  Speaker 1: not let me be. And I loathe the squares and
• 1:17:28
  Speaker 1: streets and the faces that one meets hearts with no
• 1:17:33
  Speaker 1: love for me. Always I long to creep into some
• 1:17:38
  Speaker 1: still cavern, deep there to weep and weep, and weep
• 1:17:45
  Speaker 1: my whole soul out to thee five dead, long dead,
• 1:17:55
  Speaker 1: long dead. And my heart is a handful of dust,
• 1:18:00
  Speaker 1: And the wheels go over my head, and my bones
• 1:18:04
  Speaker 1: are shaken with pain, for into a shallow grave they
• 1:18:09
  Speaker 1: are thrust only a yard beneath the street, and the
• 1:18:14
  Speaker 1: hoofs of the horses beat beat, the hoofs of the
• 1:18:18
  Speaker 1: horses beat beat into my scalp and my brain with
• 1:18:23
  Speaker 1: never an end to the stream of passing feet, driving, hurrying, marrying, burying,
• 1:18:31
  Speaker 1: clamor and rumble, and ringing and clatter, And here beneath
• 1:18:36
  Speaker 1: it is all as bad. For I thought the dead
• 1:18:40
  Speaker 1: had peace. But it is not so. To have no
• 1:18:46
  Speaker 1: peace in the grave. Is that not sad? But up
• 1:18:51
  Speaker 1: and down and to and fro ever about me the
• 1:18:55
  Speaker 1: dead men go. And then to hear a dead man
• 1:19:00
  Speaker 1: and shatter his enough to drive one mad, wretchedest age
• 1:19:06
  Speaker 1: since time began, they cannot even bury a man. And
• 1:19:12
  Speaker 1: though we paid our tithes in the days that are gone,
• 1:19:17
  Speaker 1: not a bell was rung, not a prayer was read.
• 1:19:23
  Speaker 1: It is that which makes us loud. In the world
• 1:19:26
  Speaker 1: of the dead, there is none that does his work.
• 1:19:31
  Speaker 1: Not one a touch of their office might have sufficed.
• 1:19:37
  Speaker 1: But the churchmen fain would kill their church, as the
• 1:19:42
  Speaker 1: churches have killed their christ. See. There is one of
• 1:19:48
  Speaker 1: us sobbing no limit to his distress, and another a
• 1:19:53
  Speaker 1: lord of all things, praying to his own great self,
• 1:19:58
  Speaker 1: as I guess, and another a statesman there betraying his
• 1:20:04
  Speaker 1: party's secret, fool to the press, and yonder a vile
• 1:20:11
  Speaker 1: physician blabbing the case of his patient, all for what
• 1:20:17
  Speaker 1: to tickle the maggot born in an empty head, and
• 1:20:21
  Speaker 1: wheedle a world that loves him, not, for it is
• 1:20:26
  Speaker 1: but a world of the dead, nothing but idiot gabble.
• 1:20:33
  Speaker 1: For the prophecy given of old and then not understood,
• 1:20:38
  Speaker 1: has come to pass as foretold. Not let any man
• 1:20:42
  Speaker 1: think for the public good, but Babel, merely for Babel.
• 1:20:48
  Speaker 1: For I never whispered a private affair within the hearing
• 1:20:53
  Speaker 1: of cat or mouse, No, not to myself in the
• 1:20:57
  Speaker 1: closet alone. But I heard it shouted at once from
• 1:21:02
  Speaker 1: the top of the house. Everything came to be known.
• 1:21:08
  Speaker 1: Who told him we were there? Not that gray old wolf,
• 1:21:15
  Speaker 1: For he came not back from the wilderness full of
• 1:21:19
  Speaker 1: wolves where he used to lie. He has gathered the
• 1:21:24
  Speaker 1: bones for his aw grown whelp to crack. Crack them
• 1:21:29
  Speaker 1: now for yourself, and howl and die profit. Curse me
• 1:21:38
  Speaker 1: the bubbling lip, and curse me the British vermin, the rat.
• 1:21:44
  Speaker 1: I know not whether he came in the hanover ship,
• 1:21:47
  Speaker 1: but I know that he lies and listens mute in
• 1:21:51
  Speaker 1: and ancient mansions, crannies and holes. Arsenic Arsenic sure would
• 1:21:58
  Speaker 1: do it, except that we poison our babes, poor souls.
• 1:22:04
  Speaker 1: It is all used up for that. Tell him now
• 1:22:10
  Speaker 1: she is standing here at my head. Not beautiful now,
• 1:22:15
  Speaker 1: not even kind. He may take her now, for she
• 1:22:20
  Speaker 1: never speaks her mind, but is ever the one thing
• 1:22:24
  Speaker 1: silent here. She is not of us, says I divine.
• 1:22:29
  Speaker 1: She comes from another stiller world of the dead stiller,
• 1:22:35
  Speaker 1: not fairer than mine. But I know where a garden
• 1:22:41
  Speaker 1: grows fairer than aught in the world beside, all made
• 1:22:47
  Speaker 1: up of the lily and the rose that blow by
• 1:22:50
  Speaker 1: night when the season is good, to the sound of
• 1:22:53
  Speaker 1: dancing music and flutes. It is only flowers. They had
• 1:22:59
  Speaker 1: no frets, And I almost fear they are not roses
• 1:23:04
  Speaker 1: but blood. For the keeper was one so full of
• 1:23:10
  Speaker 1: pride he linked a dead man there to a spectral bride.
• 1:23:15
  Speaker 1: For he if he had not been a sultan of brutes,
• 1:23:21
  Speaker 1: would he have had that hole in his side? But
• 1:23:27
  Speaker 1: what will the old man say he laid a cruel
• 1:23:32
  Speaker 1: snare in a pit to catch a friend of mine
• 1:23:36
  Speaker 1: one's stormy day. Yet now I could even weep to
• 1:23:41
  Speaker 1: think of it. For what will the old man say
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  Speaker 1: when he comes to the second corpse in the pit,
• 1:23:51
  Speaker 1: friend to be struck by the public foe and then
• 1:23:56
  Speaker 1: to strike him and lay him low. That were a
• 1:24:01
  Speaker 1: public merit far whatever the Quaker holds from sin, but
• 1:24:08
  Speaker 1: the red life spilt for a private blow. I swear
• 1:24:12
  Speaker 1: to you, lawful and lawless, wore a scarcely even akin
• 1:24:20
  Speaker 1: oh me. Why have they not buried me deep enough?
• 1:24:27
  Speaker 1: Is it kind to have made me a grave, so
• 1:24:30
  Speaker 1: rough me that was never a quiet sleeper. Maybe still
• 1:24:37
  Speaker 1: I am but half dead? Then I cannot be wholly dumb.
• 1:24:42
  Speaker 1: I will cry to the steps above my head, and somebody, surely,
• 1:24:48
  Speaker 1: some kind heart will come to bury me, bury me deeper,
• 1:24:55
  Speaker 1: ever so little deeper. Six My life has crept so
• 1:25:04
  Speaker 1: long on a broken wing, through cells of madness, haunts
• 1:25:09
  Speaker 1: of horror and fear, that I come to be grateful
• 1:25:13
  Speaker 1: at last for a little thing. My mood is changed,
• 1:25:19
  Speaker 1: for it fell at the time of year when the
• 1:25:22
  Speaker 1: face of night is fair on the dewi dans, and
• 1:25:25
  Speaker 1: the shining daffodil dyes, and the charrier tear and starry
• 1:25:30
  Speaker 1: gemini hang like glorious crowns over Orion's grave, flow down
• 1:25:36
  Speaker 1: in the west, that like a silent lightning under the stars,
• 1:25:41
  Speaker 1: She seemed to divide in a dream from a band
• 1:25:45
  Speaker 1: of the blessed, and spoke of a hope for the
• 1:25:49
  Speaker 1: world in the coming wars. And in that hope, dear soul,
• 1:25:54
  Speaker 1: let trouble have rest. Knowing I tarry for thee and
• 1:26:00
  Speaker 1: pointed to Mars as he glowed like a ruddy shield
• 1:26:04
  Speaker 1: on the lion's breast. And it was but a dream,
• 1:26:10
  Speaker 1: yet it yielded a dear delight to have looked, though,
• 1:26:14
  Speaker 1: but in a dream, upon eyes so fair that had
• 1:26:19
  Speaker 1: been in a weary world my one thing bright. And
• 1:26:24
  Speaker 1: it was but a dream, Yet it lightened my despair
• 1:26:29
  Speaker 1: when I thought that a war would arise in defense
• 1:26:33
  Speaker 1: of the right, that an iron tyranny now should bend
• 1:26:38
  Speaker 1: or cease. The glory of mankind stand on his ancient height.
• 1:26:45
  Speaker 1: Nor Britain's one soul god be the millionaire. No more,
• 1:26:51
  Speaker 1: shall commerce be all in all, and peace pipe on
• 1:26:55
  Speaker 1: her pastoral hillica languid note, watch her harvest ripen, her
• 1:27:03
  Speaker 1: herd increase. Nor the cannon bullet rust on a slowthful shore,
• 1:27:09
  Speaker 1: And the cobweb woven across the cannon's throat shall shake
• 1:27:14
  Speaker 1: its threaded tears in the wind. No more. And as
• 1:27:21
  Speaker 1: months ran on, and rumor of battle grew. It is time.
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  Speaker 1: It is time, O passionate heart, said I, for I
• 1:27:30
  Speaker 1: cleaved to a cause that I felt to be pure
• 1:27:33
  Speaker 1: and true. It is time, oh passionate heart, and morbid
• 1:27:38
  Speaker 1: I that old hysterical mock disease should die. And I
• 1:27:44
  Speaker 1: stood on a giant deck and mixed my breath with
• 1:27:48
  Speaker 1: a loyal people, shouting a battle cry, till I saw
• 1:27:53
  Speaker 1: the dreary phantom arise and fly far into the north
• 1:27:59
  Speaker 1: and battle and seas of death. Let it go, all stay,
• 1:28:06
  Speaker 1: So I wake to the higher aims of a land
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  Speaker 1: that has lost for a little her lust of gold
• 1:28:14
  Speaker 1: and love of a peace that was full of wrongs
• 1:28:17
  Speaker 1: and shames, horrible, hateful, monstrous, not to be told, And
• 1:28:23
  Speaker 1: hail once more to the banner of battle unrolled. Though
• 1:28:30
  Speaker 1: many a light shall darken, and many shall weep for
• 1:28:34
  Speaker 1: those that are crushed in the clash of jarring claims.
• 1:28:38
  Speaker 1: Yet God's just wrarth shall be reeked on a giant liar,
• 1:28:45
  Speaker 1: and many a darkness into the light shall leap and
• 1:28:50
  Speaker 1: shine in the sudden making of splendid names, and nobler
• 1:28:56
  Speaker 1: thought be freer under the sun. And the heart of
• 1:29:00
  Speaker 1: a people beat with one desire for the peace that
• 1:29:05
  Speaker 1: I deemed no peace is over and done. And now
• 1:29:10
  Speaker 1: by the side of the black and the Baltic, deep
• 1:29:14
  Speaker 1: and deathful, grinning mouths of the fortress flames the blood
• 1:29:19
  Speaker 1: red blossom of war with a heart of fire. Let
• 1:29:25
  Speaker 1: it flame or fade, and the war rolled down like
• 1:29:30
  Speaker 1: a wind. We have proved we have hearts in a cause.
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  Speaker 1: We are noble still and myself have a wake. As
• 1:29:42
  Speaker 1: it seems to the better mind, it is better to
• 1:29:47
  Speaker 1: fight for the good than to rail at the ill
• 1:29:51
  Speaker 1: I have felt with my native land. I am one
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  Speaker 1: with my kind. I embrace the herpers of God and
• 1:30:02
  Speaker 1: the doom assigned end of Part two, end of Maude
• 1:30:11
  Speaker 1: by Alfred Tennyson. The Brook an idol from more than
• 1:30:22
  Speaker 1: other poems by Alfred Tennyson. This LibriVox recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain recording by Michael Max The Brook an idol.
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  Speaker 1: Here by this brook we parted I to the east,
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  Speaker 1: and he for Italy too late, too late, one whom
• 1:30:44
  Speaker 1: the strong sons of the world despise for lucky rhymes
• 1:30:48
  Speaker 1: to him were scrip and share are mellow meters more
• 1:30:52
  Speaker 1: than cent for cent. Nor could he understand how money
• 1:30:57
  Speaker 1: breeds thought it a dead thing, yet himself could make
• 1:31:02
  Speaker 1: the thing that is not as the thing that is. Oh,
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  Speaker 1: had he lived in our school books, we say of
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  Speaker 1: those that held their heads above the crowd, they flourished
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  Speaker 1: then or then. But life in him could scarce be
• 1:31:19
  Speaker 1: said to flourish only touched on such a time as
• 1:31:24
  Speaker 1: goes before the leaf, when all the woods stands in
• 1:31:27
  Speaker 1: a mist of green, and nothing perfect. Yet the brook
• 1:31:32
  Speaker 1: he loved, for which in branding summers of Bengal, or
• 1:31:37
  Speaker 1: even the sweet half English niulgary Air, I panted seems
• 1:31:43
  Speaker 1: as I re listened to it, prattling the primrose fancies
• 1:31:47
  Speaker 1: of the boy to me that loved him. For Oh brook,
• 1:31:52
  Speaker 1: he says, Oh babbling brook, says Edmond in his rhyme,
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  Speaker 1: whence come you and the brook? Why not? Replies I
• 1:32:03
  Speaker 1: come from haunts of Coot and Herne. I make a
• 1:32:07
  Speaker 1: sudden sally and sparkle out among the fern to bicker
• 1:32:11
  Speaker 1: down a valley by thirty hills, I hurry down, or
• 1:32:15
  Speaker 1: slip between the ridges by twenty thorps, a little town
• 1:32:21
  Speaker 1: and half a hundred bridges, till last by Philip's farm,
• 1:32:25
  Speaker 1: I flow to join the brimming river. For men may come,
• 1:32:30
  Speaker 1: and men may go, but I go on forever. Poor
• 1:32:35
  Speaker 1: lad he died at Florence, quite worn out. Traveling to Naples.
• 1:32:42
  Speaker 1: There is Donney Bridge. It has more ivy. There the river,
• 1:32:48
  Speaker 1: and there stands Philip's farm, where brook and river meet.
• 1:32:54
  Speaker 1: I chatter over stony ways and little sharps and troubles.
• 1:32:59
  Speaker 1: I bubble in eddying bays. I babble on the pebbles
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  Speaker 1: with many a curve my banks. I fret by many
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  Speaker 1: a field and fallow, and many a fairy fallen set
• 1:33:12
  Speaker 1: with willow weed and mallow. I chatter chatter as I
• 1:33:17
  Speaker 1: flow to join the brimming river. For men may come,
• 1:33:21
  Speaker 1: and men may go, but I go on forever. But
• 1:33:27
  Speaker 1: Philip chattered more than Brook or bird. Old Philip all
• 1:33:32
  Speaker 1: about the fields. You caught his weary day long, chapping
• 1:33:37
  Speaker 1: like the dry high elbow greeks that leap in summer grass.
• 1:33:43
  Speaker 1: I widened about and in and out, with here a
• 1:33:47
  Speaker 1: blossom sailing, and here and there a lusty trout, and
• 1:33:51
  Speaker 1: here and there a grailing, and here and there a
• 1:33:55
  Speaker 1: foamy flake upon me. As I travel with many a
• 1:34:00
  Speaker 1: silvery water break upon the golden gravel, and draw them
• 1:34:05
  Speaker 1: all along, and flow to join the brimming river. For
• 1:34:10
  Speaker 1: men may come, and men may go, but I go
• 1:34:14
  Speaker 1: on forever. Oh, Darling Katie Willows is one child, a
• 1:34:22
  Speaker 1: maiden of our century, yet most meek, a daughter of
• 1:34:28
  Speaker 1: our meadows, yet not coarse straight, but as lissome as
• 1:34:33
  Speaker 1: a hazel wand her eyes a bashful azure, and her
• 1:34:39
  Speaker 1: hair in gloss and hue the chestnut when the shell
• 1:34:43
  Speaker 1: divides threefold to share the fruit within. Sweet Katie. Once
• 1:34:51
  Speaker 1: I did her a good turn, her and her far
• 1:34:54
  Speaker 1: off cousin, un betrothed James Willows, of one name, and
• 1:34:59
  Speaker 1: high with her. For here I came twenty years back,
• 1:35:06
  Speaker 1: the week before I parted with poor Edmund, crossed by
• 1:35:10
  Speaker 1: that old bridge, which half in ruins then still makes
• 1:35:15
  Speaker 1: a hoary eyebrow for the gleam beyond it, where the
• 1:35:19
  Speaker 1: waters marry crossed, whistling a random bar of Bonnie Doon,
• 1:35:24
  Speaker 1: and pushed at Philip's garden gate. The gate half parted
• 1:35:30
  Speaker 1: from a weakened, scalding hinge stuck, and he clamored from
• 1:35:35
  Speaker 1: her casement, run to Katie somewhere in the walks below.
• 1:35:40
  Speaker 1: Run Katy Katie never ran. She moved to meet me,
• 1:35:48
  Speaker 1: winding under woodbine bowers, a little flustered, with her eyelids down,
• 1:35:54
  Speaker 1: fresh apple blossom blushing for a boon. What was it?
• 1:36:00
  Speaker 1: Less of sentiment than sense? Had Katie not illiterate, nor
• 1:36:06
  Speaker 1: of those who dabbling in the phanto fictive tears and
• 1:36:09
  Speaker 1: nursed by mealy mouthed philanthropies, divorced the feeling from her
• 1:36:15
  Speaker 1: mates the deed. She told me she and James had quarreled.
• 1:36:22
  Speaker 1: Why what cause the quarrel? None? She said, no cause
• 1:36:28
  Speaker 1: James had no cause. But when I pressed the cause,
• 1:36:34
  Speaker 1: I learned that James had flickering jealousies, which angered her.
• 1:36:39
  Speaker 1: Who angered James? I said? But Katie snatched her eyes
• 1:36:45
  Speaker 1: at once from mine, and sketching with her slender pointed foot,
• 1:36:50
  Speaker 1: some figure like a wizard's pentagram on garden gravel. Let
• 1:36:55
  Speaker 1: my query pass unclaimed in flushing silence, till I asked
• 1:37:01
  Speaker 1: if James were coming coming every day? She answered, ever
• 1:37:06
  Speaker 1: longing to explain, but evermore her father came across with
• 1:37:11
  Speaker 1: some long winded tail and broke him short, and James departed,
• 1:37:17
  Speaker 1: vexed with him and her. How could I help her?
• 1:37:22
  Speaker 1: Would I? Was it wrong? Clasped Hans and that petitionary
• 1:37:28
  Speaker 1: grace of sweet seventeen subdued me as she spoke, Oh,
• 1:37:34
  Speaker 1: would I take her father for an hour, for one
• 1:37:38
  Speaker 1: half hour and let him talk to me? And even
• 1:37:42
  Speaker 1: while she spoke, I saw where James made toward us,
• 1:37:47
  Speaker 1: like a wader in the surf, beyond the brook, waist
• 1:37:50
  Speaker 1: deep in meadow. Sweet, oh Katie, what I suffered for
• 1:37:56
  Speaker 1: your sake? For in I went and called old Philip
• 1:38:01
  Speaker 1: out to show the farm. Full Willingly he rose, he
• 1:38:06
  Speaker 1: led me through the short, sweet smelling lanes of his
• 1:38:10
  Speaker 1: wheat suburb, babbling as he went. He praised his land,
• 1:38:16
  Speaker 1: his horses, his machines. He praised his plows, his cows,
• 1:38:20
  Speaker 1: his hogs, his dogs. He praised his hens, his geese,
• 1:38:24
  Speaker 1: his guinea hens, his pigeons, who, in session on their roofs,
• 1:38:28
  Speaker 1: approved him, bowing at their own desserts. Then from the
• 1:38:33
  Speaker 1: plaintive mother's teat, he took her blind and shuddering puppies,
• 1:38:39
  Speaker 1: naming each and naming those his friends for whom they were.
• 1:38:45
  Speaker 1: Then crossed the common into Darnley Chase to show Sir
• 1:38:49
  Speaker 1: Arsur's deer in copse and fern twinkled the innumerable ear
• 1:38:55
  Speaker 1: and tail. Then seated on a serpent beach, he pointed
• 1:39:02
  Speaker 1: out a pasturing colt and said that was the four
• 1:39:06
  Speaker 1: year old I sold the squire. And there he told
• 1:39:11
  Speaker 1: a long, long winded tale of how the squire had
• 1:39:16
  Speaker 1: seen the colt at grass, and how it was the
• 1:39:19
  Speaker 1: thing his daughter wished, and how he sent the bailiff
• 1:39:23
  Speaker 1: to the farm to learn the price, and what the
• 1:39:26
  Speaker 1: price he asked, and how the bailiff swore that he
• 1:39:29
  Speaker 1: was mad, but he stood firm, and so the matter hung.
• 1:39:34
  Speaker 1: He gave them line. And five days after that he
• 1:39:39
  Speaker 1: met the bailiff at the Golden Fleece, who then and
• 1:39:42
  Speaker 1: there had offered something more. But he stood firm, and
• 1:39:47
  Speaker 1: so the matter hung. He knew the man the colt
• 1:39:51
  Speaker 1: would fetch its price. He gave them line, and how
• 1:39:56
  Speaker 1: by chance, at last it might be May or April
• 1:40:01
  Speaker 1: he forgot the last of April or the first of May.
• 1:40:05
  Speaker 1: He found the bailiff riding by the farm and talking
• 1:40:10
  Speaker 1: from the point. He drew him in, and there he
• 1:40:13
  Speaker 1: mellowed all his heart with ale until they closed a bargain,
• 1:40:18
  Speaker 1: hand in hand. Then, while I breathed in sight of haven,
• 1:40:25
  Speaker 1: he poor fellow, could he help it recommenced and ran
• 1:40:30
  Speaker 1: through all the Coltish chronicle, wild will, black bess, pantovey, Tulla,
• 1:40:37
  Speaker 1: here reform, white rose, Blareophon, the jilt our bases and phenomenon,
• 1:40:42
  Speaker 1: and the rest till not to die A listener. I arose,
• 1:40:49
  Speaker 1: and with me Philip talking still, And so we turned
• 1:40:53
  Speaker 1: our foreheads from the falling sun, and following our own
• 1:40:58
  Speaker 1: shadows thrice as long as when they followed us from
• 1:41:01
  Speaker 1: Philip's door arrived and found the sun of sweet content
• 1:41:08
  Speaker 1: re risen in Katy's eyes, and all things well. I
• 1:41:14
  Speaker 1: steal by lawns and grassy plots. I slide by hazel covers.
• 1:41:20
  Speaker 1: I move the sweet forget me knots that grow for
• 1:41:24
  Speaker 1: happy lovers. I slip by slide. I glue my glance
• 1:41:29
  Speaker 1: among my skimming swallows. I make the netted sunbeam dance
• 1:41:34
  Speaker 1: against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars
• 1:41:40
  Speaker 1: in brambly wildernesses. I linger by my shingly bars. I
• 1:41:46
  Speaker 1: loiter round my cresses and out again. I curve and
• 1:41:51
  Speaker 1: flow to join the brimming river. For men may come,
• 1:41:56
  Speaker 1: and men may go, but I go on for hover. Yes,
• 1:42:03
  Speaker 1: men may come and go, And these are gone, all gone.
• 1:42:09
  Speaker 1: My dearest brother Edmund sleeps not by the well known
• 1:42:14
  Speaker 1: stream and rustic spire, but unfamiliar Arno in the dome
• 1:42:18
  Speaker 1: of Brunelleschi sleeps in peace. And he, poor Philip, of
• 1:42:25
  Speaker 1: all his lavish waste of words, remains the lean p
• 1:42:29
  Speaker 1: w on his tomb I scrape the lichen from it.
• 1:42:34
  Speaker 1: Katie walks by the long wash of Australasian, sees far
• 1:42:39
  Speaker 1: off and holds her head to other stars, and breathes
• 1:42:43
  Speaker 1: in converse seasons. All are gone. So Lawrence Aylmer seated
• 1:42:52
  Speaker 1: on a style in the long hedge, and rolling in
• 1:42:55
  Speaker 1: his mind old waives of rhyme, and bowing all the
• 1:42:59
  Speaker 1: brook atsered head in middle Age forlorn mused and was mute.
• 1:43:06
  Speaker 1: On a sudden a low breath of tender air may
• 1:43:10
  Speaker 1: tremble in the hedge. The fragile bindweat bells and briny rings.
• 1:43:15
  Speaker 1: And he looked up. There stood a maiden near, waiting
• 1:43:20
  Speaker 1: to pass. In much amaze, he stared on eyes a
• 1:43:25
  Speaker 1: bashful azure, and on hair in gloss and hue. The
• 1:43:30
  Speaker 1: chestnut when the shell divides threefold to show the fruit within.
• 1:43:36
  Speaker 1: Then wondering asked her. Are you from the farm, Yes,
• 1:43:43
  Speaker 1: answered she, pray, stay a little pardon me? What do
• 1:43:49
  Speaker 1: they call you, Katie? That were strange? What surname Willows? No,
• 1:43:58
  Speaker 1: that is my name indeed, And here he looked, so
• 1:44:04
  Speaker 1: self perplexed that Katie laughed and laughing blushed till he
• 1:44:10
  Speaker 1: laughed also, But as one before he wakes, who feels
• 1:44:14
  Speaker 1: a glimmering strangeness in his dream, then looking at her,
• 1:44:21
  Speaker 1: too happy, fresh and fair, too fresh and fair in
• 1:44:26
  Speaker 1: our sad world's best bloom, to be the ghost of
• 1:44:29
  Speaker 1: one who bore your name about these meadows twenty years ago?
• 1:44:35
  Speaker 1: Have you not heard, said Katie? We came back. We
• 1:44:40
  Speaker 1: bought the farm we tenanted before. Am I so like her?
• 1:44:46
  Speaker 1: So they said on board, sir, if you knew her
• 1:44:50
  Speaker 1: in English days my mother, as it seems you did,
• 1:44:54
  Speaker 1: the days that most she loves to talk of. Come
• 1:44:57
  Speaker 1: with me my brother Jane in the harvest field. But
• 1:45:02
  Speaker 1: she you will be welcome. Oh, Come in end of
• 1:45:11
  Speaker 1: the brook an idyll the Letters from more than Other
• 1:45:21
  Speaker 1: poems by Alfred Thomyson. This Libroox recording is in the
• 1:45:25
  Speaker 1: public domain. Recording by Michael Maggs. The Letters still on
• 1:45:33
  Speaker 1: the tower stood the vein A black eye gloomed the
• 1:45:37
  Speaker 1: stagnant air. I peered athwart the chancel pain, and saw
• 1:45:41
  Speaker 1: the altar cold and bare. A clog of lead was
• 1:45:46
  Speaker 1: round my feet, a band of pain across my brow.
• 1:45:50
  Speaker 1: Cold altar, Heaven and Earth shall meet before you hear
• 1:45:54
  Speaker 1: my marriage vow. I turned and hummed a bitter song
• 1:45:59
  Speaker 1: that mocked the wholesome human heart. And then we met,
• 1:46:05
  Speaker 1: in wroth and wrong. We met, but only meant to
• 1:46:09
  Speaker 1: part full cold. My greeting was and dry. She faintly smiled,
• 1:46:17
  Speaker 1: she hardly moved. I saw with half unconscious eye she
• 1:46:22
  Speaker 1: wore the colors I approved. She took the little ivory
• 1:46:27
  Speaker 1: chest with half a sigh. She turned the key, then
• 1:46:32
  Speaker 1: raised her head with lips compressed, and gave my letters
• 1:46:36
  Speaker 1: back to me, and gave the trinkets and the rings
• 1:46:42
  Speaker 1: my gifts. When gifts of mine could please, as looks
• 1:46:47
  Speaker 1: of farther on the things of his dead son, I
• 1:46:51
  Speaker 1: looked on these. She told me all her friends had said.
• 1:46:56
  Speaker 1: I raged against the public liar. She talked as if
• 1:47:01
  Speaker 1: her love were dead, But in my words were seeds
• 1:47:05
  Speaker 1: of fire. No more of love. Your sex is known.
• 1:47:11
  Speaker 1: I never will be twice deceived. Henceforth I trust the
• 1:47:16
  Speaker 1: man alone. The woman cannot be believed through slander, meanest
• 1:47:22
  Speaker 1: born of hell and women, slander is the worst. And you,
• 1:47:27
  Speaker 1: whom once I loved so well, through you my life
• 1:47:32
  Speaker 1: will be accursed. I spoke with heart and heat and force.
• 1:47:40
  Speaker 1: I shook her breast with vague alarms, like torrents from
• 1:47:46
  Speaker 1: a mountain's source. We rushed into each other's arms. We
• 1:47:52
  Speaker 1: parted sweetly, gleamed the stars and sweet the vapor braided
• 1:47:58
  Speaker 1: blue breezes fanned the belfry. Bars's home were by the
• 1:48:03
  Speaker 1: church I drew. The very graves appeared to smile, so
• 1:48:09
  Speaker 1: fresh they rose in shadowed swells, dark porch, I said,
• 1:48:15
  Speaker 1: and silent isle, there comes a sound of marriage bells.
• 1:48:23
  Speaker 1: End of the letters by Alfred Tennyson ode On the
• 1:48:33
  Speaker 1: Death of the Duke of Wellington from Maud and other
• 1:48:36
  Speaker 1: poems by Alfred Tennyson. This Liberhox recording is in the
• 1:48:40
  Speaker 1: public domain. Recording by Michael Max ode on the death
• 1:48:46
  Speaker 1: of the Duke of Wellington, Bury the Great Duke, with
• 1:48:50
  Speaker 1: an Empire's lamentation, let us Bury the Great Duke to
• 1:48:55
  Speaker 1: the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation when
• 1:49:00
  Speaker 1: their leaders fall. Warriors carry the warrior's paul and sorrow
• 1:49:05
  Speaker 1: darkens hamlet and haul where shall we lay the man
• 1:49:10
  Speaker 1: whom we'd deplore? Hear in streaming London's central roar. Let
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  Speaker 1: the sound of those he wrought for, and the feet
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  Speaker 1: of those he fought for echo round his bones for evermore,
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  Speaker 1: lead out the pageant, sad and slow as fits an
• 1:49:30
  Speaker 1: universal woe. Let the long, long procession go, and let
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  Speaker 1: the sorrowing crowd about it grow, and let the mournful
• 1:49:40
  Speaker 1: martial music blow. The last great Englishman is low mourn,
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  Speaker 1: for to us he seems the last, remembering all his
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  Speaker 1: greatness in the past. No more in soldier fashion will
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  Speaker 1: he greet with lifted hand the gay in the street.
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  Speaker 1: Oh friends, our chief state oracle is mute. Mourn for
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  Speaker 1: the man of long, enduring blood, the statesman, warrior, moderate, resolute,
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  Speaker 1: whole in himself, a common good. Mourn for the man
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  Speaker 1: of amplest influence, yet clearest of ambitious crime, Our greatest
• 1:50:26
  Speaker 1: yet with least pretense, great in counsel and great in war,
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  Speaker 1: foremost captain of his time, rich in saving, common sense,
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  Speaker 1: and as the greatest. Only are in his simplicity, sublime,
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  Speaker 1: Oh good gray head which all men knew, Oh voice
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  Speaker 1: from which their omens all men drew, Oh iron nerved
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  Speaker 1: a true occasion, true, Oh fallen at length that tier
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  Speaker 1: of strength, which stood four square to all the winds
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  Speaker 1: that blew. Such was he whom we'd applore. The long
• 1:51:09
  Speaker 1: self sacrifice of life is all the great world. Victor's
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  Speaker 1: victor will be seen no more. All is over and done.
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  Speaker 1: Render thanks to the giver, England for thy son. Let
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  Speaker 1: the bell be told, Render thanks to the giver, and
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  Speaker 1: render him to the mold. Under the cross of gold
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  Speaker 1: that shines over city and river. There shall he rest
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  Speaker 1: forever among the wise and the bold. Let the bell
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  Speaker 1: be told, and irreverent people behold the towering car, the
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  Speaker 1: sable steeds bright. Let it be with its blazoned deeds,
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  Speaker 1: dark in its funeral fold. Let the bell be told,
• 1:52:00
  Speaker 1: and a deeper knell in the heart be nulled, and
• 1:52:05
  Speaker 1: the sound of the sorrowing anthem rolled through the dome
• 1:52:09
  Speaker 1: of the golden Cross, and the volleying cannon sunder his loss.
• 1:52:16
  Speaker 1: He knew their voices of old for many a time,
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  Speaker 1: in many a clime, His captain's ear has heard them boom,
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  Speaker 1: bellowing victory, bellowing doom. When he, with those deep voices,
• 1:52:31
  Speaker 1: wrought guarding realms and kings from shame. With those deep voices,
• 1:52:38
  Speaker 1: our dead captain taught the tyrant and asserts his claim
• 1:52:43
  Speaker 1: in that dread sound to the great name which he has,
• 1:52:47
  Speaker 1: one so pure of blame, in praise and in dispraise
• 1:52:52
  Speaker 1: the same a man of well attempered frame, O civic,
• 1:52:58
  Speaker 1: muse such a name, to such a name, for ages
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  Speaker 1: long to such a name, preserve a broad approach of
• 1:53:08
  Speaker 1: fame and ever ringing avenues of song. Who is he
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  Speaker 1: that cometh like an honored guest, with banner and with music,
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  Speaker 1: with soldier and with priest, with a nation weeping and
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  Speaker 1: breaking on my rest, mighty seamen, this is he was
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  Speaker 1: great by land as thou by sea. Thine island loves thee. Well, thou,
• 1:53:37
  Speaker 1: famous man, the greatest sailor since our world began. Now
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  Speaker 1: to the role of muffled drums to thee, the greatest
• 1:53:47
  Speaker 1: soldier comes. For this is he was great by land
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  Speaker 1: as thou by sea. His foes were thine. He kept
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  Speaker 1: us free. Oh, give him welcome. This is he worthy
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  Speaker 1: of our gorgeous rights, and worthy to be laid by
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  Speaker 1: thee For this is England's greatest son, he that gained
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  Speaker 1: a hundred fights, nor ever lost an English gun. This
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  Speaker 1: is he that, far away against the myriads of Assay,
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  Speaker 1: clashed with his fiery few, and won, and underneath another son.
• 1:54:31
  Speaker 1: Warring on a later day round, a frighted Lisbon drew
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  Speaker 1: the treble works, the vast designs of his labor'd rampart
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  Speaker 1: lines where he greatly stood at bay. Whence he issued
• 1:54:46
  Speaker 1: forth anew, and ever great and greater grew, beating from
• 1:54:51
  Speaker 1: the wasted vines back to France, abandoned swarms back to France,
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  Speaker 1: with countless blows till all the hill. Her eagles flew
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  Speaker 1: past the Pyrhinium pines, followed up in valley and glen
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  Speaker 1: with blare of bugle, clamor of men, roll of cannon,
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  Speaker 1: and dash of arms, and England pouring on her foes.
• 1:55:17
  Speaker 1: Such a war had such a close Again, their ravening
• 1:55:23
  Speaker 1: eagle rose in anger, wheeled on Europe's shadowing wings, and
• 1:55:29
  Speaker 1: barking for the thrones of kings, till one that sought
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  Speaker 1: but duties iron crown on that loud sabbath shook the
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  Speaker 1: spoiler down. A day of onsets of despair dashed on
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  Speaker 1: every rocky square. Their surging charges foamed themselves away. Last
• 1:55:52
  Speaker 1: the Prussian trumpet blew through the long tormented air. Heaven
• 1:55:58
  Speaker 1: flashed a sudden, ubulant ray, and down we swept and
• 1:56:03
  Speaker 1: charged and overthrew. So great a soldier taught us there
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  Speaker 1: what long enduring hearts could do in that world's earthquake Waterloo.
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  Speaker 1: Mighty Seamen, tender and true and pure as he from
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  Speaker 1: taint of craven guile, O Savior of the silver coasted Isle,
• 1:56:29
  Speaker 1: Oh Shaker of the Baltic and the Nile. If aught
• 1:56:32
  Speaker 1: of things that here before touch a spirit among things divine,
• 1:56:37
  Speaker 1: If love of country move thee there at all, be glad,
• 1:56:43
  Speaker 1: because his bones are laid by thine and through the centuries.
• 1:56:49
  Speaker 1: Let a people's voice in full acclaim, a people's voice,
• 1:56:55
  Speaker 1: the proof and echo of all human fame. People's voice,
• 1:57:01
  Speaker 1: when they rejoice at civic revel and pomp and game,
• 1:57:06
  Speaker 1: attest their great Commander's claim with honor, honor, honor, honor
• 1:57:12
  Speaker 1: to him, eternal honor to his name, a people's voice.
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  Speaker 1: We are a people yet though all men else their
• 1:57:24
  Speaker 1: nobler dreams forget confused by brainless mobs and lawless powers.
• 1:57:31
  Speaker 1: Thank him who ailed us here and roughly set his
• 1:57:35
  Speaker 1: saxon in blown seas and storming showers. We have a
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  Speaker 1: voice with which to pay the debt of boundless love
• 1:57:45
  Speaker 1: and reverence and regret to those great men who fought
• 1:57:51
  Speaker 1: and kept it ours. And keep it ours, Oh God,
• 1:57:55
  Speaker 1: from brute control, oath statesmen, go guard us, guard the
• 1:58:02
  Speaker 1: eye the soul of Europe, Keep our noble England whole,
• 1:58:07
  Speaker 1: and save the one true seed of freedom, son betwixt
• 1:58:12
  Speaker 1: a people and their ancient throne, that sober freedom, out
• 1:58:17
  Speaker 1: of which there springs our loyal passion for our temperate kings.
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  Speaker 1: For saving that ye helped to save mankind. Till public
• 1:58:28
  Speaker 1: wrong be crumbled into dust, And drill the all world
• 1:58:32
  Speaker 1: for the march of mind, till crowds at length be
• 1:58:36
  Speaker 1: sane and crowns be just. But wink no more in
• 1:58:41
  Speaker 1: slothful overtrust. Remember him who led your hosts. He bade
• 1:58:48
  Speaker 1: you guard the sacred coasts, Your cannons molder on the
• 1:58:53
  Speaker 1: seaward wall. His voice is silent in your council hall,
• 1:58:57
  Speaker 1: forever and whatever tempest, lour forever silent, even if they
• 1:59:05
  Speaker 1: broke in thunder silent. Yet remember all he spoke among you,
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  Speaker 1: And the man who spoke, who never sold the truth
• 1:59:17
  Speaker 1: to serve the hour, nor paltered with eternal God for power,
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  Speaker 1: who let the turbid streams of room aflow through either
• 1:59:28
  Speaker 1: babbling world of high and low, whose life was work,
• 1:59:33
  Speaker 1: whose language rife with rugged maxims hewn from life, who
• 1:59:39
  Speaker 1: never spoke against a foe, whose eighty winters freeze with
• 1:59:45
  Speaker 1: one rebuke all great self seekers trampling on the right.
• 1:59:51
  Speaker 1: Truth teller was our England's Alfred named truth Lover was
• 1:59:58
  Speaker 1: our English Duke. Whatever record leaped to light, he never
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  Speaker 1: shall be shamed. Lo the leader in these glorious wars,
• 2:00:10
  Speaker 1: now to glorious burial, slowly born, followed by the brave
• 2:00:15
  Speaker 1: of other lands, He on whom, from both her open hands,
• 2:00:21
  Speaker 1: lavish honor showered all her stars, and affluent fortune emptied
• 2:00:27
  Speaker 1: all her horn. Yea, let all good things await him
• 2:00:32
  Speaker 1: who cares not to be great, but as he saves
• 2:00:36
  Speaker 1: or serves the state, not once or twice. In our
• 2:00:41
  Speaker 1: rough Island story, the pass of duty was the way
• 2:00:44
  Speaker 1: to glory. He that walks it only bursting for the right,
• 2:00:51
  Speaker 1: and learns to dead and love of self. Before his
• 2:00:54
  Speaker 1: journey closes, he shall find the stubborn thistle bursting into
• 2:00:59
  Speaker 1: glossy purples, which outredden all voluptuous garden roses. Not once
• 2:01:08
  Speaker 1: or twice in our fair Island's story, the pass of
• 2:01:11
  Speaker 1: duty was the way to glory. He that ever following
• 2:01:16
  Speaker 1: her commands on with toil of heart and knees and hands,
• 2:01:22
  Speaker 1: through the long gorge to the far light, has won
• 2:01:25
  Speaker 1: his pass upwards and prevailed, shall find the topping crags
• 2:01:30
  Speaker 1: of duty scaled, are close upon the shining tablelands to
• 2:01:35
  Speaker 1: which our God himself is moon and sun. Such was he.
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  Speaker 1: His work is done. But while the races of mankind endure,
• 2:01:50
  Speaker 1: let his great example stand colossal seen of every land,
• 2:01:56
  Speaker 1: and keep the soldier firm, the state, and pure till
• 2:02:02
  Speaker 1: in all lands and through all human story, the pass
• 2:02:06
  Speaker 1: of duty be the way to glory. And let the
• 2:02:10
  Speaker 1: land whose hearts he saved from shame for many and
• 2:02:14
  Speaker 1: many an age proclaim at civic revel and pomp and game.
• 2:02:19
  Speaker 1: And when the long illumined cities flame their ever loyal
• 2:02:24
  Speaker 1: iron leader's fame with honor honor, honor, honor to him,
• 2:02:32
  Speaker 1: eternal honor to his name. Peace his triumph will be
• 2:02:39
  Speaker 1: sung by some yet unmolded tongue far on in summers,
• 2:02:44
  Speaker 1: that we shall not see peace. It is a day
• 2:02:49
  Speaker 1: of pain for one about whose patriarchal neilates the little
• 2:02:53
  Speaker 1: children clung oh peace. It is a day of pain
• 2:02:58
  Speaker 1: for one upon whose hand and heartened brain wants the
• 2:03:03
  Speaker 1: weight and fate of Europe hung ours. The pain be his,
• 2:03:09
  Speaker 1: The gain, more than is of man's decree, must be
• 2:03:14
  Speaker 1: with us watching here at this our great solemnity, whom
• 2:03:21
  Speaker 1: we see not, we revere. We revere, and we refrain
• 2:03:27
  Speaker 1: from talk of battles loud and vain and brawling memories,
• 2:03:32
  Speaker 1: all too free for such a wise humility as befits
• 2:03:36
  Speaker 1: a solemn fame. We revere. And while we hear the
• 2:03:42
  Speaker 1: tides of music's golden sea setting towards eternity, uplifted high
• 2:03:49
  Speaker 1: in heart and hope, are we until we doubt not
• 2:03:54
  Speaker 1: that for one so true, there must be other nobler
• 2:03:57
  Speaker 1: work to do than when he fought at Waterloo, and
• 2:04:02
  Speaker 1: victor he must ever be, for though the giant ages
• 2:04:09
  Speaker 1: heave the hill and breaks the shore, and ever more,
• 2:04:13
  Speaker 1: make and break and work their will though world on world,
• 2:04:18
  Speaker 1: in myriad myriads roll round us, each with different powers
• 2:04:24
  Speaker 1: and other forms of life than ours. What know we
• 2:04:28
  Speaker 1: greater than the soul? On God and God like men
• 2:04:33
  Speaker 1: we build our trust. Hush. The dead march wails in
• 2:04:39
  Speaker 1: the people's ears. The dark crowd moves, and there are
• 2:04:45
  Speaker 1: sobs and tears. The black earth yawns. The mortal disappears,
• 2:04:53
  Speaker 1: ashes to ashes, dust to dust. He is gone, who
• 2:04:59
  Speaker 1: see so great? Gone? But nothing can bereave him of
• 2:05:06
  Speaker 1: the force. He made his own being here, and we
• 2:05:11
  Speaker 1: believe him something far advanced in state, and that he
• 2:05:15
  Speaker 1: wears a truer crown than any race. That man can
• 2:05:18
  Speaker 1: weave him, But speak no more of his renown. Lay
• 2:05:24
  Speaker 1: your earthly fancies down, and in the vast cathedral leave him. God,
• 2:05:32
  Speaker 1: accept him, Christ, Receive him. Eighteen sixty two and of
• 2:05:42
  Speaker 1: ode on the death of the Duke of Wellington. The
• 2:05:51
  Speaker 1: Daisy Written at Edinburgh, from more than other poems by
• 2:05:55
  Speaker 1: Alfred Tennyson. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
• 2:06:00
  Speaker 1: According by Michael Maggs, The Daisy Written at Edinburgh, O Love,
• 2:06:07
  Speaker 1: what hours were thine and mine? In lands of palm
• 2:06:11
  Speaker 1: and southern pine, in lands of palm, of orange, blossom,
• 2:06:16
  Speaker 1: of olive, AlOH a maze and vine. What Roman strength
• 2:06:22
  Speaker 1: Terbia showed in Ruin by the mountain road, How like
• 2:06:26
  Speaker 1: a gem beneath the city of Little Monaco basking glowed,
• 2:06:33
  Speaker 1: how richly down the rocky dell, the torrent vineyard, streaming
• 2:06:37
  Speaker 1: fell to meet the sun and sunny waters that only
• 2:06:41
  Speaker 1: heaved with a summer swell. What slender campanili grew by
• 2:06:47
  Speaker 1: bays the peacock's neck in hue, Where here and there
• 2:06:52
  Speaker 1: on sandy beaches, the milky belled amarillis blue. How young
• 2:06:58
  Speaker 1: Columber seemed to rove, yet present in his natal grove,
• 2:07:04
  Speaker 1: now watching high on mountain cornice, and steering now from
• 2:07:08
  Speaker 1: a purple cove, now pacing mute by ocean's rim, till
• 2:07:14
  Speaker 1: in a narrow street, and dim I stayed the wheels
• 2:07:18
  Speaker 1: at Cogoletto and drank, and loyally drank to him. Nor
• 2:07:24
  Speaker 1: knew we well what pleased us most, Not the clipped
• 2:07:29
  Speaker 1: palm of which they boast, but distant color, happy hamlet,
• 2:07:34
  Speaker 1: a moldered citadel on the coast, or tower or high
• 2:07:40
  Speaker 1: hill convent, seen a light amid its olives, green or olive,
• 2:07:46
  Speaker 1: hoary cape in ocean, or rosy blossom in hot ravine,
• 2:07:51
  Speaker 1: where oleanders flushed, the bed of silent torrents gravel spread,
• 2:07:58
  Speaker 1: and crossing oft we saw the glisten of ice far
• 2:08:02
  Speaker 1: up on a mountain head. We loved that hall. Though
• 2:08:07
  Speaker 1: white and cold, those niched shapes of noble mold are
• 2:08:12
  Speaker 1: princely people's, awful princes, the grave severe Genoese of old
• 2:08:20
  Speaker 1: at Florence, too, What golden hours in those long galleries
• 2:08:25
  Speaker 1: were ours? What drives about the fresh caskin or walks
• 2:08:30
  Speaker 1: in Bobboli's ducal bowers, in bright vignettes, and each complete
• 2:08:37
  Speaker 1: of tower or duomo, sunny sweet or palace. How the
• 2:08:43
  Speaker 1: city glittered through cypress avenues at our feet. But when
• 2:08:49
  Speaker 1: we cross the Lombard plain, remember what a plague of rain,
• 2:08:54
  Speaker 1: of rain at Reggio, rain at Palma, at Lodi, rain Ascenza,
• 2:09:01
  Speaker 1: rain and stern and sad, so rare. The smiles of
• 2:09:06
  Speaker 1: sunlight looked the Lombard piles, porch pillars on the lion, resting,
• 2:09:13
  Speaker 1: and somber old colonnaded aisles, Oh milan O, the chanting choirs,
• 2:09:21
  Speaker 1: the giant windows, blazoned fires, the height, the space, the gloom,
• 2:09:27
  Speaker 1: the glory, a mount of marble, a hundred spires. I
• 2:09:33
  Speaker 1: climbed the roofs at break of day, sain smitten alps
• 2:09:38
  Speaker 1: before me lay I stood among the silent statues and
• 2:09:43
  Speaker 1: statued pinnacles, mute as they how faintly flushed. How phantom
• 2:09:50
  Speaker 1: fair was Monte Rosa, hanging there a thousand shadowy penciled
• 2:09:56
  Speaker 1: valleys and snowy dells in a golden air. Remember how
• 2:10:02
  Speaker 1: we came at last to Como. Shower and storm and
• 2:10:07
  Speaker 1: blast have blown the lake beyond his limit, and all
• 2:10:12
  Speaker 1: was flooded. And how we passed from Como, where the
• 2:10:16
  Speaker 1: light was gray, and in my head for half the
• 2:10:20
  Speaker 1: day the rich Virgilian rustic measure of larrymasumee all the
• 2:10:25
  Speaker 1: way like ballad, beards and music kept as on the
• 2:10:31
  Speaker 1: Lariano crept to that fair port below the castle of Queensiadoland,
• 2:10:37
  Speaker 1: where we slept, or hardly slept, but watched awake as
• 2:10:42
  Speaker 1: cypress in the moonlight, shake the moonlight touching our a terrace,
• 2:10:48
  Speaker 1: when tall a garve above the lake. What more we
• 2:10:53
  Speaker 1: took our last dew and up the snowy splugan drew.
• 2:10:58
  Speaker 1: But ere we reached the higher summit. I plucked a daisy,
• 2:11:03
  Speaker 1: I gave it you. It told of England, then to me,
• 2:11:08
  Speaker 1: and now it tells of Italy, O love, we too
• 2:11:14
  Speaker 1: shall go no longer to lands of summer across the sea.
• 2:11:19
  Speaker 1: So dear a life your arms enfold, whose crying is
• 2:11:23
  Speaker 1: a cry for gold. Yet here to night, in this
• 2:11:28
  Speaker 1: dark city, when ill and weary, alone and cold, I found,
• 2:11:34
  Speaker 1: though crushed to hard and dry, this nursling of another sky,
• 2:11:39
  Speaker 1: still in the little book you lent me, and where
• 2:11:42
  Speaker 1: you tenderly laid it by, And I forgot the clouded forth,
• 2:11:48
  Speaker 1: the gloom that saddens heaven and earth, the bitter east,
• 2:11:53
  Speaker 1: the misty summer, and gray metropolis of the north. Perchance
• 2:11:59
  Speaker 1: to lull the throbs of pain, perchance to charm a
• 2:12:03
  Speaker 1: vacant brain, perchance to dream you still beside me, my
• 2:12:09
  Speaker 1: fancy fled to the south again, And of the Daisy,
• 2:12:17
  Speaker 1: Written at Edinburgh by Alfred Tennyson to the Reverend F. D. Morris,
• 2:12:27
  Speaker 1: from more than other poems by Alfred Tennyson. This LibriVox
• 2:12:32
  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain. Recording by Michael Max
• 2:12:37
  Speaker 1: to the Reverend F. D. Morris. Come when no graver
• 2:12:42
  Speaker 1: cares employ Godfather, come and see your boy. Your presence
• 2:12:47
  Speaker 1: will be sun in winter, making the little one leap
• 2:12:50
  Speaker 1: for joy, for being of that honest few who give
• 2:12:54
  Speaker 1: the fiend himself his due. Should eighty thousand college councils
• 2:13:00
  Speaker 1: thunder a nassumer friend, that you should, all our churchmen
• 2:13:07
  Speaker 1: foam in spite at you so careful of the right.
• 2:13:12
  Speaker 1: Yet one lay hearth will give you welcome. Take it
• 2:13:15
  Speaker 1: and come to the Isle of Wight, where, far from
• 2:13:20
  Speaker 1: noise and smoke of town, I watch the twilight falling
• 2:13:24
  Speaker 1: brown all round a careless ordered garden, close to the
• 2:13:29
  Speaker 1: ridge of a noble down. You all have no scandal
• 2:13:33
  Speaker 1: while you dine, but on us talk and wholesome wine,
• 2:13:37
  Speaker 1: And only hear a magpie gossip garrulous under a roof
• 2:13:42
  Speaker 1: of pine, for groves of pine on either hand. To
• 2:13:46
  Speaker 1: break the blast of winter stand and further on the
• 2:13:51
  Speaker 1: hoary channel tumbles a breaker on chalk and sand, where
• 2:13:56
  Speaker 1: if below the milky steep some ship of battles there
• 2:14:00
  Speaker 1: creep and on through zones of light and shadow, glimmer
• 2:14:05
  Speaker 1: away to the lonely deep. We might discuss the northern
• 2:14:09
  Speaker 1: sin which made a selfish war, begin dispute the claims,
• 2:14:14
  Speaker 1: arrange the chances, Emperor Ottoman, which shall win? Or whether
• 2:14:20
  Speaker 1: wars avenging rod shall lash all Europe into blood? Till
• 2:14:25
  Speaker 1: you should turn to dearer matters, dear to the man,
• 2:14:29
  Speaker 1: that is, dear to God. How best to help the
• 2:14:32
  Speaker 1: slender store, How men the dwellings of the poor, How
• 2:14:37
  Speaker 1: gain in life as life advances, valor and charity? Or
• 2:14:41
  Speaker 1: a more Come Morris. Come the lawn as yet is
• 2:14:47
  Speaker 1: hoar with rime or spongy wet. But when the wreath
• 2:14:51
  Speaker 1: of March has blossomed, crocus anemone via lette or later,
• 2:14:56
  Speaker 1: pay one visit here for those a few we hold
• 2:15:00
  Speaker 1: is dear, nor pay but one, but come for many, many,
• 2:15:05
  Speaker 1: and many a happy year. January eighteen fifty four end
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  Speaker 1: of to the Reverend F. P. Morris by Alfred Tennyson.
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  Speaker 1: Will from more than other poems by Alfred Tennyson. This
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Michael
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  Speaker 1: max Will oh Well for him whose will is strong,
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  Speaker 1: he suffers, but he will not suffer long. He suffers,
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  Speaker 1: but he cannot suffer wrong for him nor moves the
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  Speaker 1: loud world's random mock nor all calamity's hugest waves confound,
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  Speaker 1: Who seems a promontory of rock that compassed round with
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  Speaker 1: turbulence sound in middle ocean meets the surging shock, tempest, buffeted, citadel,
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  Speaker 1: crowned but ill for him who, bettering not with time,
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  Speaker 1: corrupts the strength of heaven descended will, and ever weaker
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  Speaker 1: grows through acted crime or seeming genial venial fault, recurring
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  Speaker 1: and suggesting still he seems as one whose footsteps halts,
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  Speaker 1: toiling in immeasurable sand, and owe a weary saltry land
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  Speaker 1: far beneath a blazing vault, sown in a wrinkle of
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  Speaker 1: the monstrous hill, the city sparkles like a grain of salt.
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  Speaker 1: End of Will by Alfred Tennyson. The Charge of the
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  Speaker 1: Light Brigade from Maude and other poems by Alfred Tennyson.
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  Speaker 1: This LibriVox recordings in the public domain recording by Michael Maggs.
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  Speaker 1: The Charge of the Light Brigade half a league, half
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  Speaker 1: a league, half a league onward all in the Valley
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  Speaker 1: of Death rode the six hundred forward. The Light Brigade
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  Speaker 1: charge for the guns he said, Into the Valley of Death,
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  Speaker 1: rode the six hundred forward the light brigade. Was there
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  Speaker 1: a man dismayed. Not now the soldier knew someone a
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  Speaker 1: blundered theirs. Not to make reply theirs, not to reason
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  Speaker 1: why theirs, but to do and die. Into the valley
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  Speaker 1: of Death. Rode the six hundred. Cannon to right of them,
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  Speaker 1: canon to left of them, cannon in front of them,
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  Speaker 1: volleyed and thundered, stormed at with shot and shell. Baldly
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  Speaker 1: they rode and well into the jewels of Death. Into
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  Speaker 1: the mouth of Hell, rode the six hundred, flushed, all
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  Speaker 1: their sabers bare, flushed as they turned in air, sabring
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  Speaker 1: the gunners there, charging an army, while all the world wondered,
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  Speaker 1: plunged in the battery smoke. Right through the line they broke.
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  Speaker 1: Cossack and Russian reeled from the saber stroke, shattered and sundered.
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  Speaker 1: Then they rode back, but not not the six hundred.
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  Speaker 1: Cannon to right of them, canon to left of them,
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  Speaker 1: cannon behind them, volleyed and thundered, stormed that with shot
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  Speaker 1: and shell, while horse and hero fell. They that had
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  Speaker 1: fought so well came through the Jewels of death, back
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  Speaker 1: from the mouth of Hell, all that was left of them,
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  Speaker 1: left of six hundred. When can their glory fade? Oh,
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  Speaker 1: the wild charge they made. All the world wondered. Honor
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  Speaker 1: the charge they made. Honor the Light Brigade, Noble six hundred.
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  Speaker 1: End of the Charge of the Light Brigade. End of
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  Speaker 1: Maude and other poems by Alfred Tennyson