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  Speaker 1: Sonnets from the Portuguese by Elizabeth Barrett Browning read for
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot org by Kirsten Ferrari. One. I thought once
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  Speaker 1: how Theocritus had sung of the sweet years, the dear
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  Speaker 1: and wished for years, who each one, in a gracious hand,
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  Speaker 1: appears to bear a gift for mortals old or young.
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  Speaker 1: And as I mused it in his antique tongue, I
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  Speaker 1: saw in gradual vision through my tears, the sweet, sad years,
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  Speaker 1: the melancholy years, those of my own life, who by
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  Speaker 1: turns had flung a shadow across me straightway. I was ware,
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  Speaker 1: so weeping, how a mystic shape did move behind me
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  Speaker 1: and drew me backward by the hair. And a voice
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  Speaker 1: said in mastery. While I strove, guess now who holds
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  Speaker 1: thee death? I said, But there the silver answer rang,
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  Speaker 1: not death but love. End of Sonnet one. This recording
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  Speaker 1: Elizabeth Barrett Browning read for LibriVox dot org by Kirsten Ferrari. Two.
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  Speaker 1: But only three in all God's universe have heard this word.
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  Speaker 1: Thou hast said himself beside thee speaking and me listening,
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  Speaker 1: and replied one of us that was God, and laid
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  Speaker 1: the curse so darkly on my eyelids as to immerse
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  Speaker 1: my sight from seeing thee that if I had died,
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  Speaker 1: the death weights placed there would have signified less absolute exclusion. Nay,
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  Speaker 1: is worse from God than from all others, O, my friend,
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  Speaker 1: men could not part us with their worldly jars, nor
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  Speaker 1: the seas change us, nor the tempests bend our hands
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  Speaker 1: would touch, for all the mountain bars and heaven being
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  Speaker 1: rolled between us. At the end, we should but vow
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  Speaker 1: the faster for the stars. End of Sonnet two. This
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  Speaker 1: by Elizabeth Barrett Browning read for LibriVox dot Org by
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  Speaker 1: Kirsten Ferrari. Three. Unlike are we, unlike O princely heart,
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  Speaker 1: unlike our uses and our destinies, our ministering two angels
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  Speaker 1: looks surprise on one another as they strike athwart their wings.
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  Speaker 1: In passing, Thou bethink thee art a guest for queens
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  Speaker 1: to social pageantries with gages from a hundred brighter eyes
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  Speaker 1: than tears even can make mine to play thy part
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  Speaker 1: of chief musician. What hast thou to do with looking
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  Speaker 1: from the lattice lights at me, a poor, tired, wandering singer,
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  Speaker 1: singing through the dark and leaning up a cypress tree.
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  Speaker 1: The chrism is on thine head, on mine. The dew
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  Speaker 1: and death must dig the level where these agree. End
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  Speaker 1: of Sonnet three. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Sonnets from the Portuguese by Elizabeth Barrett Browning read for
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot Org by Kirsten Ferrari. Four. Thou hast thy
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  Speaker 1: calling to some palace floor, most gracious singer of high poems,
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  Speaker 1: where the dancers will break footing from the care of
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  Speaker 1: watching up thy pregnant lips for more, And dost thou
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  Speaker 1: lift this house's latch, too poor for hand of thine?
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  Speaker 1: And canst thou think and bear to let thy music
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  Speaker 1: drop here unaware in folds of golden fullness at my door,
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  Speaker 1: Look up and see the casement broken in the bats
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  Speaker 1: and owlets builders in the roof. My cricket chirps against
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  Speaker 1: thy mandolin. Hush, call no echo up in further proof
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  Speaker 1: of desolation. There's a voice within that weeps as thou
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  Speaker 1: must sing alone aloof end of sonnet four. This recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. Sonnets from the Portuguese by
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  Speaker 1: Elizabeth Barrett Browning, read for LibriVox dot Org by Kirsten Ferrari. Five.
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  Speaker 1: I lift my heavy heart up solemnly as once electra
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  Speaker 1: her sepulchral urn, and looking in thine eyes, I overturn
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  Speaker 1: the ashes at thy feet. Behold, and see what a
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  Speaker 1: great heap of grief lay hid in me, and how
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  Speaker 1: the red wild sparkles dimly burn through the ashen grayness.
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  Speaker 1: If thy foot, in scorn could tread them out to
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  Speaker 1: darkness utterly, it might be well. Perhaps. But if instead
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  Speaker 1: thou wait beside me for the wind to blow the
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  Speaker 1: gray dust up those laurels on thine head, O, my beloved,
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  Speaker 1: will not shed thee, so that none of all the
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  Speaker 1: fires shall scorch and shred the hairt beneath stand further off,
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  Speaker 1: then go end of sonnet five. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain. Sonnets from the Portuguese by Elizabeth Barrett Browning,
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  Speaker 1: read for LibriVox dot Org by Kirsten Ferrari. Six. Go
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  Speaker 1: from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand henceforward
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  Speaker 1: in thy shadow, never more alone, upon the threshold of
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  Speaker 1: my door of individual life. I shall command the uses
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  Speaker 1: of my soul, nor lift my hand serenely in the
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  Speaker 1: sunshine as before, without the sense of that which I
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  Speaker 1: forbore thy touch upon the palm the widest land doom
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  Speaker 1: takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine with
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  Speaker 1: pulses that beat double. What I do and what I
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  Speaker 1: dream include thee as the wine must taste of its
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  Speaker 1: own grapes. And when I sue God for myself, he
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  Speaker 1: hears that name of thine and sees within my eyes
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  Speaker 1: the tears of two end of Sonnet six. This recording
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  Speaker 1: Elizabeth Barrett Browning, read for LibriVox dot Org by Kirsten Ferrari. Seven.
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  Speaker 1: The face of all the world is changed, I think
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  Speaker 1: since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul move still, oh,
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  Speaker 1: still beside me, as they stole betwixt me and the
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  Speaker 1: dreadful outer brink of obvious death, where I, who thought
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  Speaker 1: to sink, was caught up into love and taught the
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  Speaker 1: whole of life in a new rhythm. The cup of
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  Speaker 1: dole God gave for baptism, I am fain to drink
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  Speaker 1: and praise its sweetness, sweet with thee anear, the names
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  Speaker 1: of country heaven are changed away, for where thou art
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  Speaker 1: or shalt be there or here? And this this lute
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  Speaker 1: and song loved yesterday the singing angels know are only
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  Speaker 1: dear because thy name moves right in what they say.
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  Speaker 1: End of Sonnet seven. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Sonnets from the Portuguese by Elizabeth Barrett Browning read for
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot org by Kirstin Ferrari. Eight. What can I
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  Speaker 1: give thee back? O liberal and princely giver, who hast
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  Speaker 1: brought the gold and purple of thine heart, unstained, untold,
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  Speaker 1: and laid them on the outside of the wall, for
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  Speaker 1: such as I to take or leave withal in unexpected largest?
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  Speaker 1: Am I cold, ungrateful that for these most manifold high
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  Speaker 1: gifts I render nothing back at all, not so not cold,
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  Speaker 1: but very poor. Instead ask God who knows, for frequent
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  Speaker 1: tears have run the colors from my life, and left
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  Speaker 1: so dead and pale a stuff. It were not fitly
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  Speaker 1: done to give the same as pillow to thy head.
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  Speaker 1: Go further, let it serve to trample on end of
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  Speaker 1: Sonnet eight. This recording is in the public domain. Sonnet
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  Speaker 1: from the Portuguese by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 1: dot Org by Kirsten Ferrari. Nine Can it be right
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  Speaker 1: to give what I can give? To Let thee sit
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  Speaker 1: beneath the fall of tears as salt as mine, and
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  Speaker 1: hear the sighing years re sighing on my lips renunciative
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  Speaker 1: through these infrequent smiles which fail to live for all
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  Speaker 1: thy adjurations. O my fears that this can scarce be right?
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  Speaker 1: We are not peers, so to be lovers, And I
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  Speaker 1: own and grieve that givers of such gifts as mine
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  Speaker 1: are must be counted with the ungenerous out alas I
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  Speaker 1: will not soil thy purple with my dust, nor breathe
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  Speaker 1: my poison on thy venice glass, nor give thee any
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  Speaker 1: love which were unjust beloved. I only love thee. Let
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  Speaker 1: it pass? End of Sonnet nine. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain. Sonnets from the Portuguese by Elizabeth Barrett
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  Speaker 1: Browning read for LibriVox dot Org by Kirsten Ferrari. Ten.
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  Speaker 1: Yet love, mere, love is beautiful, indeed and worthy of acceptation.
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  Speaker 1: Fire is bright, let temple burn or flax. An equal
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  Speaker 1: light leaps in the flame from cedar, plank or weed,
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  Speaker 1: and love is fire. And when I say at need,
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  Speaker 1: I love thee, mark, I love thee. In thy sight,
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  Speaker 1: I stand transfigured, glorified, aright, with conscience of the new
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  Speaker 1: rays that proceed out of my face toward thine. There's
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  Speaker 1: nothing low in love when love the lowest, meanest creatures
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  Speaker 1: who love God. God accepts while loving so. And what
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  Speaker 1: I feel across the inferior features of what I am,
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  Speaker 1: doth flash itself and show how that great work of
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  Speaker 1: love enhances natures. End of Sonnet ten. This recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain. Sonnets from the Portuguese by Elizabeth
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  Speaker 1: Barrett Browning, read for LibriVox dot Org by Kirsten Ferrari eleven.
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  Speaker 1: And Therefore, if to love can be desert, I am
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  Speaker 1: not at all unworthy. Cheeks as pale as these you see,
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  Speaker 1: and trembling needs that fail to bear the burden of
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  Speaker 1: a heavy heart, this weary minstrel life that once was
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  Speaker 1: girt to climb aornus, and can scarce a veil to
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  Speaker 1: pipe now against the valley nightingale of melancholy music. Why
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  Speaker 1: advert to these things, O, beloved? It is plain I
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  Speaker 1: am not of thy worth nor for thy place. And
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  Speaker 1: yet because I love THEE, I obtain from that same love,
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  Speaker 1: this vindicating grace to live on still in love, and
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  Speaker 1: yet in vain to bless THEE, yet renounce THEE to
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  Speaker 1: thy face. End of Sonnet eleven. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: Browning read for LibriVox dot Org by Kirsten Ferrari twelve. Indeed,
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  Speaker 1: this very love, which is my boast, and which when
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  Speaker 1: rising up from breast to brow, doth crown me with
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  Speaker 1: a ruby large enough to draw men's eyes and prove
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  Speaker 1: thee inner cost this love, even all my worth to
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  Speaker 1: the uttermost, I should not love withal, unless that thou
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  Speaker 1: hast set me an example shown me how when first
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  Speaker 1: thine earnest eyes with mine were crossed, and love called love.
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  Speaker 1: And thus I cannot speak of love even as a
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  Speaker 1: good thing of my own. Thy soul hath snatched up mine,
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  Speaker 1: all faint and weak, had placed it by THEE on
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  Speaker 1: a golden throne. And that I love, O soul, we
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  Speaker 1: must be meek, is by THEE only whom I love alone.
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  Speaker 1: End of Sonnet twelve. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Sonnets from the Portuguese by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, read for
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot Org by Kirsten Ferrairi thirteen. And wilt thou
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  Speaker 1: have me fashion into speech the love I bear thee
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  Speaker 1: finding words enough, and hold the torch out while the
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  Speaker 1: winds are rough between our faces to cast light on
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  Speaker 1: each I drop it at thy feet. I cannot teach
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  Speaker 1: my hand to hold my spirit so far off from
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  Speaker 1: myself me that I should bring thee proof in words
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  Speaker 1: of love hid in me out of reach. Nay, let
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  Speaker 1: the silence of my womanhood commend my woman love to
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  Speaker 1: thy belief, seeing that I stand un one, however, wood
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  Speaker 1: and rend the garment of my life in brief by
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  Speaker 1: a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude, lest one touch of this
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  Speaker 1: heart convey its grief. End of Sonnet thirteen. This recording
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  Speaker 1: Ferrari fourteen. If thou must love me, let it be
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  Speaker 1: for naught except for love's sake only. Do not say
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  Speaker 1: I speak for her, smile her, look her way of
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  Speaker 1: speaking gently for a trick of thought that falls in
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  Speaker 1: well with mine, and curtis brought a sense of pleasant
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  Speaker 1: ease on such a day. For these things in themselves
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  Speaker 1: beloved may be changed, or change for thee, and love
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  Speaker 1: so wrought may be unwrought. So neither love me for
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  Speaker 1: thine own dear pities, wiping my cheeks dry. A creature
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  Speaker 1: might forget to weep, who bore thy comfort long and
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  Speaker 1: lose thy love thereby, But love me for love's sake,
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  Speaker 1: that evermore thou mayest love on through Love's eternity. End
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  Speaker 1: of Sonnet fourteen. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot Org by Kirsten Ferrari fifteen. Accuse me not
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  Speaker 1: beseech THEE that I wear too calm and sad a
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  Speaker 1: face in front of thine, For we too look too
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  Speaker 1: well and cannot shine with the same sunlight on our
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  Speaker 1: brow and hair on me. Thou lookest with no doubting care,
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  Speaker 1: as on a bee shut in a crystalline Since sorrow
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  Speaker 1: hath shut me safe in Love's divine and to spread
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  Speaker 1: wing and fly in the outer air were most impossible failure,
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  Speaker 1: if I strove to fail. So but I look on thee,
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  Speaker 1: on thee beholding besides love, the end of love, hearing oblivion,
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  Speaker 1: beyond memory, as one who sits and gazes from above
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  Speaker 1: over the rivers to the bitter sea. End of Sonnet fifteen.
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  Speaker 1: Portuguese by Elizabeth Barrett Browning read for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 1: by Kirsten Ferrari sixteen. And Yet because thou overcomest, so
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  Speaker 1: because thou art more noble and like a king, thou
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  Speaker 1: canst prevail against my fears, and fling thy purple round
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  Speaker 1: me till my heart shall grow too close against thine heart.
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  Speaker 1: Henceforth to know how it shook when alone. Why conquering
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  Speaker 1: may prove as lordly and complete a thing in lifting upward,
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  Speaker 1: as in crushing low, and as a vanquished soldier yields
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  Speaker 1: his sword to one who lifts him from the bloody earth.
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  Speaker 1: Even so, beloved, I at last record here ends my strife.
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  Speaker 1: If thou invite me forth, I rise above a basement
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  Speaker 1: at the word make thy love larger, to enlarge my
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  Speaker 1: worth end of Sonnet sixteen. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: read for LibriVox dot org by Kirsten Ferrari, seventeen. My poet,
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  Speaker 1: thou canst touch on all the notes God set between
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  Speaker 1: his after and before, and strike up and strike off
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  Speaker 1: the general roar of the rushing worlds, a melody that
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  Speaker 1: floats in a serene air, purely antidotes of medicated music,
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  Speaker 1: answering for mankind's forlornest uses, Thou canst pour from thence
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  Speaker 1: into their ears. God's will devotes thine to such ends,
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  Speaker 1: and mine to wait on thine. How dearest, wilt thou
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  Speaker 1: have me for most use a hope to sing by gladly,
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  Speaker 1: or a fine sad memory with thy songs to interfuse,
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  Speaker 1: a shade in which to sing of palm or pine,
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  Speaker 1: a grave on which to rest from singing. Choose end
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  Speaker 1: of Sonnet seventeen. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Sonnets from the Portuguese by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, read for LibriVox,
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  Speaker 1: dot Org by Kirston Ferrari eighteen. I never gave a
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  Speaker 1: lock of hair away to a man dearest, except this
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  Speaker 1: to thee which now upon my fingers. Thoughtfully, I wring
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  Speaker 1: out to the full brown length, and say take it.
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  Speaker 1: My day of youth went yesterday. My hair no longer
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  Speaker 1: bounds to my foot's glee, nor plant. I it from
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  Speaker 1: rose or myrtle tree, as girls do any more. It
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  Speaker 1: only may now shade on two pale cheeks, the mark
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  Speaker 1: of tears, taut drooping from the head that hangs aside
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  Speaker 1: through sorrow's trick. I thought the funeral shears would take
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  Speaker 1: this first, But love is justified. Take it, thou, finding
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  Speaker 1: pure from all those years the kiss my mother left
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  Speaker 1: here when she died. End of Sonnet eighteen. This recording
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  Speaker 1: Elizabeth Barrett Browning, read for LibriVox dot Org by Kirsten Ferrari, nineteen.
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  Speaker 1: The soul's rialto hath its merchandise, I barter curl for
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  Speaker 1: curl upon that mart and from my poet's forehead to
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  Speaker 1: my heart. Receive this lock, which outweighs argacees as purply
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  Speaker 1: black as erst to Pindar's eyes. The dim purporeal tresses
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  Speaker 1: gloomed athwart the nine white muse brows for this counterpart,
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  Speaker 1: the bay crown's shade, Beloved, I surmise still lingers on
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  Speaker 1: thy curl, it is so black. Thus, with a filet
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  Speaker 1: of smooth kissing breath, I tie the shadows safe from
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  Speaker 1: gliding back, and lay the gift where nothing hindereth here
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  Speaker 1: on my heart as on thy brow, to lack no
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  Speaker 1: natural heat till mine grows cold in death. End of
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  Speaker 1: Sonnet nineteen. This recording is in the public domain. Sonnets
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  Speaker 1: from the Portuguese by Elizabeth Barrett Browning read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 1: dot Org by Kirsten Ferrari twenty. Beloved, my beloved, When
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  Speaker 1: I think that thou wast in the world a year ago,
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  Speaker 1: what time I sat alone here in the snow and
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  Speaker 1: saw no footprint, heard the silence, sink, no moment at
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  Speaker 1: thy voice, but link by link went counting all my chains,
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  Speaker 1: as if that so they never could fall off at
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  Speaker 1: any blow struck by thy possible hand. Why thus I
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  Speaker 1: drink of life's great cup of wonder wonderful, never to
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  Speaker 1: feel thee thrill the day or night with personal act
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  Speaker 1: or speech, nor ever call some precience of thee with
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  Speaker 1: the blossom white thou sawest growing. Atheists are as dull
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  Speaker 1: who cannot guess God's presence out of sight. End of
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  Speaker 1: Sonnet twenty This recording is in the public domain. Sonnets
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  Speaker 1: from the Portuguese by Elizabeth Barrett Browning read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 1: dot Org by Kirsten Ferrari twenty one. Say over again,
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  Speaker 1: and yet once over again, that thou dost love me.
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  Speaker 1: Though the word repeat it should seem a cuckoo song,
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  Speaker 1: as thou dost treat it. Remember never to the hill
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  Speaker 1: or plain, valley and wood without her cuckoo strain comes
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  Speaker 1: the fresh spring in all her green completed beloved aye
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  Speaker 1: amid the darkness, greeted by a doubtful spirit voice in
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  Speaker 1: that doubt's pain cry, Speak once more, Thou lovest, who
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  Speaker 1: can fear too many stars, though each in heaven shall
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  Speaker 1: roll too many flowers, though each shall crown the year.
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  Speaker 1: Say thou dost love me, love me, love me toll
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  Speaker 1: the silver itterans only minding dear to love me, also
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  Speaker 1: in silence with thy soul. End of Sonnet twenty one.
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  Speaker 1: Portuguese by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, read for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 1: by Kirsten Ferrari. Twenty two, When our two souls stand up,
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  Speaker 1: erect and strong, face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
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  Speaker 1: until the lengthening wings break into fire at either curved point.
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  Speaker 1: What bitter wrong can the earth do to us? That
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  Speaker 1: we should not long be here? Contented? Think? In mounting
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  Speaker 1: higher the angels press on us and aspire to drop
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  Speaker 1: some golden orb of perfect song into our deep, dear silence.
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  Speaker 1: Let us stay rather on Earth, beloved, where the unfit,
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  Speaker 1: contrarious moods of men recoil away and isolate pure spirits,
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  Speaker 1: and permit a place to stand and love in for
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  Speaker 1: a day with darkness and the death hour rounding it.
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  Speaker 1: End of sonnet twenty two. Sonnets from the Portuguese by
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  Speaker 1: Ferrari twenty three. Is it indeed so? If I lay
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  Speaker 1: here dead? Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine?
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  Speaker 1: And would the sun for thee more coldly shine because
• 24:50
  Speaker 1: of grave damps falling round my head? I marveled, my
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  Speaker 1: beloved when I read thy thoughts, so in the letter
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  Speaker 1: I am thine? But so much can I pour thy
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  Speaker 1: wine while thy hands tremble. Then my soul, instead of
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  Speaker 1: dreams of death, resumes life's lower range. Then love me, love,
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  Speaker 1: look on me, breathe on me as brighter ladies. Do
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  Speaker 1: not count it strange for love to give up acres
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  Speaker 1: and degree. I yield the grave for thy sake, and
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  Speaker 1: exchange my near sweet view of heaven for earth with
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  Speaker 1: thee end of Sonnet twenty three. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: Let the world's sharpness, like a clasping knife, shut in
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  Speaker 1: upon itself, and do no harm in this close hand
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  Speaker 1: of love, now soft and warm, And let us hear
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  Speaker 1: no sound of human strife. After the click of the
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  Speaker 1: shutting life to life, I lean upon thee dear without alarm,
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  Speaker 1: and feel as safe as guarded by a charm against
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  Speaker 1: the stab of worldlings, who, if rife, are weak to
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  Speaker 1: injure very whitely Still, the lilies of our lives may
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  Speaker 1: reassure their blossoms from their roots, accessible alone to heavenly
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  Speaker 1: dews that drop not fewer, growing straight out of man's
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  Speaker 1: reach on the hill. God only who made us rich,
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  Speaker 1: can make us poor. End of Sonnet twenty four. This
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  Speaker 1: by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, read for LibriVox dot org by
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  Speaker 1: Kirsten Ferrari, twenty five. A heavy heart, beloved, have I
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  Speaker 1: borne from year to year until I saw thy face,
• 26:54
  Speaker 1: and sorrow after sorrow took the place of all those
• 26:57
  Speaker 1: natural joys, as lightly worn and as stringed pearls, each
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  Speaker 1: lifted in its turn by a beating heart. At dance time,
• 27:05
  Speaker 1: hopes apace were changed to long despairs, till God's own
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  Speaker 1: grace could scarcely lift above the world forlorn my heavy heart.
• 27:14
  Speaker 1: Then thou didst bid me bring and let it drop
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  Speaker 1: adown thy calmly, great, deep, being fast, it sinketh as
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  Speaker 1: a thing which its own nature does precipitate, while Thine
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  Speaker 1: doth close above it, mediating betwixt the stars and the
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  Speaker 1: unaccomplished fate. End of Sonnet twenty five. This recording is
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• 27:43
  Speaker 1: Barrett Browning, read for LibriVox dot org by Kirsten Ferrari,
• 27:48
  Speaker 1: twenty six. I lived with visions for my company instead
• 27:53
  Speaker 1: of men and women years ago, and found them gentle mates,
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  Speaker 1: nor thought to know a sweeter music than they play
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  Speaker 1: to me. But soon their trailing purple was not free
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  Speaker 1: of this world's dust. Their lutes did silent grow, and
• 28:08
  Speaker 1: I myself grew faint and blind below their vanishing eyes.
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  Speaker 1: Then thou didst come to be beloved what they seemed,
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  Speaker 1: their shining fronts, their songs, their splendors better. Yet the
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  Speaker 1: same as river water hallowed into faunts met in thee,
• 28:26
  Speaker 1: and from out thee overcame my soul with satisfaction of
• 28:30
  Speaker 1: all wants, because God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.
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  Speaker 1: End of Sonnet twenty six. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: read for LibriVox dot Org by Kirsten Ferrari twenty seven.
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  Speaker 1: My own beloved, who has lifted me from this drear
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  Speaker 1: flat of earth where I was thrown, and in betwixt
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  Speaker 1: the languid ringlets blown a life breath till the forehead
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  Speaker 1: hopefully shines out again as all the angels see before
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  Speaker 1: thy saving kiss my own my own who camest to
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  Speaker 1: me when the world was gone, And I, who looked
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  Speaker 1: only for God, found THEE. I find THEE. I am
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  Speaker 1: safe and strong and glad as one who stands in
• 29:27
  Speaker 1: dueless Asphodel looks backward on the tedious time he had
• 29:31
  Speaker 1: in the upper life. So I, with bosom swell, make
• 29:35
  Speaker 1: witness here between the good and bad, that love, as
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  Speaker 1: strong as death, retrieves as well. End of Sonnet twenty seven.
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  Speaker 1: Portuguese by Elizabeth Barrett Browning read for Liprivox dot Org
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  Speaker 1: by Kirsten Ferrairi twenty eight. My letters all dead, paper,
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  Speaker 1: mute and white, and yet they seem alive and quivering
• 30:09
  Speaker 1: against my tremulous hands, which loose the string and let
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  Speaker 1: them drop down on my knee to night. This said
• 30:16
  Speaker 1: he wished to have me in his sight once as
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  Speaker 1: a friend. This fix'd a day in spring to come
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  Speaker 1: and touch my hand. A simple thing, Yet I wept
• 30:25
  Speaker 1: for it. This the paper's light, said, dear, I love THEE.
• 30:31
  Speaker 1: And I sank and quailed, as if God's future thundered
• 30:35
  Speaker 1: on my past. This said I am thine, and so
• 30:38
  Speaker 1: its ink has paled with lying at my heart that
• 30:41
  Speaker 1: beat too fast, and this, O love, thy words have
• 30:46
  Speaker 1: ill availed. If what this said I dare repeat at
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  Speaker 1: last end of Sonnet twenty eight. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: Browning read for LibriVox dot Org by Kirsten Ferrari, twenty nine.
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  Speaker 1: I think of THEE. My thoughts do twine and bud
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  Speaker 1: about THEE as wild vines about a tree put out
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  Speaker 1: broad leaves, and soon there's nought to see except the
• 31:21
  Speaker 1: straggling green which hides the wood. Yet, O, my palm tree,
• 31:26
  Speaker 1: be it understood, I will not have my thoughts instead
• 31:29
  Speaker 1: of THEE, who art dearer better, rather instantly renew thy presence,
• 31:35
  Speaker 1: as a strong tree should rustle thy boughs and set
• 31:38
  Speaker 1: thy trunk all there, and let these bands of greenery
• 31:41
  Speaker 1: which ensphere THEE drop heavily down burst shattered everywhere. Because
• 31:47
  Speaker 1: in this deep joy to see and hear THEE, and
• 31:51
  Speaker 1: breathe when in thy shadow a new air. I do
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  Speaker 1: not think of THEE. I am too near THEE. End
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  Speaker 1: of Sonnet twenty nine. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Sonnets from the Portuguese by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, read for
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot Org by Kirsten Ferrari, Sonnet thirty I see
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  Speaker 1: Thine image through my tears to night, and yet to
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  Speaker 1: day I saw thee smiling how refer the cause, beloved?
• 32:24
  Speaker 1: Is it thou or I who makes me sad? The
• 32:27
  Speaker 1: acolyte amid the chanted joy and thankful right? May so
• 32:31
  Speaker 1: fall flat with pale, insensate brow on the altar stare
• 32:35
  Speaker 1: I hear thy voice? And thou perplexed, uncertain since thou
• 32:39
  Speaker 1: art out of sight as he in his swooning ears
• 32:42
  Speaker 1: the choires Amen beloved, dost thou love? Or did I
• 32:47
  Speaker 1: see all the glory as I dreamed and fainted when
• 32:50
  Speaker 1: too vehement light dilated my ideal for my soul's eyes?
• 32:55
  Speaker 1: Will that light come again as now these tears come,
• 32:58
  Speaker 1: falling hot and real? End of Sonnet thirty. This recording
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  Speaker 1: Elizabeth Barrett Browning, read for LibriVox, dot Org by Kirsten Ferrari,
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  Speaker 1: thirty one. Thou comest all is said without a word.
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  Speaker 1: I sit beneath thy looks as children do in the
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  Speaker 1: noon sun with souls that tremble through their happy eyelids
• 33:29
  Speaker 1: from an unaverred yet prodigal inward joy. Behold, I erred
• 33:34
  Speaker 1: in that last doubt, and yet I cannot rue the
• 33:37
  Speaker 1: sin most but the occasion that we too should, for
• 33:40
  Speaker 1: a moment stand unministered by a mutual presence. Ah, keep
• 33:44
  Speaker 1: near and close thou dove like help, And when my
• 33:48
  Speaker 1: fears would rise, with thy broad heart, serenely interpose brood
• 33:52
  Speaker 1: down with thy divine sufficiencies. These thoughts which tremble when
• 33:56
  Speaker 1: bereft of those like callow birds left desert to the
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  Speaker 1: sunies end of son thirty one. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: Browning read for LibriVox dot Org by Kirsten Ferrari, thirty two.
• 34:22
  Speaker 1: The first time that the sun rose on thine oath
• 34:24
  Speaker 1: to love me, I looked forward to the moon to
• 34:27
  Speaker 1: slacken all those bonds which seemed too soon and quickly
• 34:31
  Speaker 1: tied to make a lasting troth. Quick loving hearts, I thought,
• 34:34
  Speaker 1: may quickly loathe, and looking on myself, I seemed not
• 34:38
  Speaker 1: one for such man's love, more like an out of
• 34:42
  Speaker 1: tune worn vile a good singer would be wroth to
• 34:45
  Speaker 1: spoil his song with and which snatched in haste, is
• 34:48
  Speaker 1: laid down at the first ill sounding note. I did
• 34:52
  Speaker 1: not wrong myself so, but I placed a wrong on thee.
• 34:56
  Speaker 1: For perfect strains may float neath master hands, from instruments
• 34:59
  Speaker 1: to faced, and great souls at one stroke may do
• 35:04
  Speaker 1: and dote. End of Sonnet thirty two. This recording is
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  Speaker 1: Barrett Browning read for LibriVox dot Org by Kirsten Ferrari
• 35:23
  Speaker 1: thirty three. Yes, call me by my pet name. Let
• 35:27
  Speaker 1: me hear the name I used to run at when
• 35:30
  Speaker 1: a child from innocent play, and leave the cow's lips
• 35:33
  Speaker 1: plied to glance up in some face that proved me
• 35:36
  Speaker 1: dear with the look of its eyes. I miss the clear,
• 35:39
  Speaker 1: fond voices which being drawn and reconciled into the music
• 35:43
  Speaker 1: of Heaven's undefiled. Call me no longer silence on the
• 35:47
  Speaker 1: bier while I call God. Call God. So let thy
• 35:51
  Speaker 1: mouth be heir to those who are now exanimate. Gather
• 35:55
  Speaker 1: the north flowers to complete the south, and catch the
• 35:58
  Speaker 1: early love up in the late. Yes, call me by
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  Speaker 1: that name and I, in truth, with the same heart,
• 36:05
  Speaker 1: will answer and not wait. End of Sonnet thirty three.
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  Speaker 1: by Kirsten Ferrari thirty four. With the same heart, I said,
• 36:29
  Speaker 1: I'll answer thee as those when thou shalt call me
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  Speaker 1: by my name Lo. The vain promise is the same,
• 36:37
  Speaker 1: the same, perplexed and ruffled by life's strategy. When called before,
• 36:42
  Speaker 1: I told, how hastily I dropped my flowers, or break
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  Speaker 1: off from a game to run and answer with the
• 36:47
  Speaker 1: smile that came at play last moment and went on
• 36:50
  Speaker 1: with me through my obedience. When I answer now, I
• 36:54
  Speaker 1: drop a grave thought, break from solitude. Yet still my
• 36:58
  Speaker 1: heart goes to thee pon or how not as to
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  Speaker 1: a single good, but all my good Lay thy hand
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  Speaker 1: on it best one, and allow that no child's foot
• 37:08
  Speaker 1: could run fast as this blood. End of Sonnet thirty four.
• 37:13
  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Sonnets from the
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  Speaker 1: Portuguese by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, read for LibriVox dot Org
• 37:24
  Speaker 1: by Kirsten Ferrari thirty five. If I leave all for
• 37:30
  Speaker 1: thee wilt thou exchange and be all to me? Shall
• 37:34
  Speaker 1: I never miss home talk and blessing and the common
• 37:37
  Speaker 1: kiss that comes to each in turn? Nor count it
• 37:40
  Speaker 1: strange when I look up to drop on a new
• 37:42
  Speaker 1: range of walls and floors, another home than this. Nay,
• 37:46
  Speaker 1: wilt thou fill that place by me which is filled
• 37:49
  Speaker 1: by dead eyes too tender to no change. That's hardest.
• 37:52
  Speaker 1: If to conquer love has tried to conquer, Grief tries
• 37:55
  Speaker 1: more as all things prove. For grief, indeed is love,
• 37:59
  Speaker 1: and grief beside alas I have grieved. So I am
• 38:03
  Speaker 1: hard to love. Yet love me. Wilt thou open thy
• 38:07
  Speaker 1: heart wide and fold within the wet wings of thy dove?
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  Speaker 1: End of Sonnet thirty five. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: read for LibriVox dot Org by Kirsten Ferrari thirty six.
• 38:31
  Speaker 1: When we met first and loved, I did not build
• 38:35
  Speaker 1: upon the event with marble. Could it mean to last
• 38:38
  Speaker 1: a love set pendulous between sorrow and sorrow? Nay? I
• 38:42
  Speaker 1: rather thrilled, distrusting every light that seemed to gild the
• 38:46
  Speaker 1: onward path and feared to overlain a finger even And
• 38:51
  Speaker 1: though I have grown serene and strong since then, I
• 38:54
  Speaker 1: think that God has willed a still renewable fear. Oh love,
• 38:58
  Speaker 1: oh troth les, these inclasped hands should never hold this
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  Speaker 1: mutual kiss drop down between us both as an unowned
• 39:06
  Speaker 1: thing once, the lips being cold, and love be false.
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  Speaker 1: If he to keep one's oath must lose one joy
• 39:15
  Speaker 1: by his life star foretold end of Sonnet thirty six.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Sonnets from the
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  Speaker 1: Portuguese by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, read for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 1: by Kirsten Ferrari, thirty seven. Pardon, oh, pardon, that my
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  Speaker 1: soul should make of all that strong divineness which I
• 39:43
  Speaker 1: know for thine and thee an image only so formed
• 39:46
  Speaker 1: of the sand and fit to shift and break. It
• 39:50
  Speaker 1: is that distant years, which did not take thy sovereignty,
• 39:54
  Speaker 1: recoiling with a blow, have forced my swimming brain to
• 39:57
  Speaker 1: undergo their doubt and dread, and blow kindly to forsake
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  Speaker 1: thy purity of likeness, and distort thy worthiest love to
• 40:05
  Speaker 1: a worthless counterfeit, as if a shipwrecked pagan safe in
• 40:09
  Speaker 1: port his guardian sea God. To commemorate, should set a
• 40:12
  Speaker 1: sculptured porpoise gills a snort and vibrant tail within the
• 40:16
  Speaker 1: temple gate end of Sonnet thirty seven. This recording is
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  Speaker 1: Barrett Browning read for LibriVox dot Org by Kirsten Ferri,
• 40:36
  Speaker 1: Sonnet thirty eight. First time he kissed me, he but
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  Speaker 1: only kissed the fingers of this hand, wherewith thy right,
• 40:45
  Speaker 1: and ever since it grew more clean and white, slow
• 40:50
  Speaker 1: to world greetings, quick with its oh list when the
• 40:53
  Speaker 1: angels speak a ring of anathyst I could not wear
• 40:57
  Speaker 1: here plainer to my sight than that first kis. The
• 41:01
  Speaker 1: second passed in height the first, and sought the forehead,
• 41:05
  Speaker 1: and half missed, half falling on the hair. Oh, beyond
• 41:10
  Speaker 1: meed that was the chrism of love, which Love's own crown,
• 41:15
  Speaker 1: with sanctifying sweetness did proceed. The third, upon my lips
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  Speaker 1: was folded down in perfect purple state. Since when indeed
• 41:27
  Speaker 1: I have been proud and said my love my own
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  Speaker 1: end of Sonnet thirty eight. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: read for LibriVox dot org by Kirsten Ferrari, Sonnet thirty nine.
• 41:51
  Speaker 1: Because thou hast the power and ownest the grace to
• 41:54
  Speaker 1: look through and behind this mask of me against which
• 41:58
  Speaker 1: years have beat, thus blanching with their reigns, and behold
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  Speaker 1: my soul's true face, the dim and weary witness of
• 42:05
  Speaker 1: life's race, because thou hast the faith and love to
• 42:08
  Speaker 1: see through that same soul's distracting lethargy, the patient angel
• 42:13
  Speaker 1: waiting for a place in the new heavens. Because nor sin,
• 42:17
  Speaker 1: nor woe, nor God's infliction, nor death's neighborhood, nor all
• 42:22
  Speaker 1: which other's viewing turn to go, nor all which makes
• 42:25
  Speaker 1: me tired of all self viewed. Nothing repels thee dearest
• 42:30
  Speaker 1: teach me so to pour out gratitude, as thou dost
• 42:34
  Speaker 1: good end of Sonnet thirty nine. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: Browning read for LibriVox dot org by Kirsten Ferrari, Sonnet forty. Oh, yes,
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  Speaker 1: they love through all this world of ours. I will
• 43:00
  Speaker 1: not gainsay love called love, forsooth I have heard love
• 43:04
  Speaker 1: talked in my early youth, and since not so long back,
• 43:08
  Speaker 1: but that the flowers then gathered smell still, mussulmans and
• 43:12
  Speaker 1: jures throw kerchiefs at a smile, and have no roof
• 43:15
  Speaker 1: for any weeping Polypheme's white tooth slips on the nut
• 43:18
  Speaker 1: if after frequent showers the shell is over smooth and
• 43:22
  Speaker 1: not so much will turn the thing called love aside
• 43:25
  Speaker 1: to hate, or else to oblivion. But thou art not
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  Speaker 1: such a lover, my beloved. Thou canst wait through sorrow
• 43:33
  Speaker 1: and sickness to bring souls to touch, and think it
• 43:37
  Speaker 1: soon when others cry too late. End of Sonnet forty
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  Speaker 1: by Kirsten Ferrari forty one. I thank all who have
• 44:03
  Speaker 1: loved me in their hearts with thanks and love from
• 44:06
  Speaker 1: mine deep. Thanks to all who paused a little near
• 44:10
  Speaker 1: the prison wall to hear my music in its louder parts.
• 44:13
  Speaker 1: Ere they went onward, each one to the marts or
• 44:15
  Speaker 1: temple's occupation beyond call. But thou, who in my voices,
• 44:22
  Speaker 1: sink and fall when the sob took it thy divinest
• 44:25
  Speaker 1: Art's own instrument. Didst drop down at thy feet to
• 44:28
  Speaker 1: hearken what I said between my tears, instruct me how
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  Speaker 1: to thank thee Oh, to shoot my soul's full meaning
• 44:35
  Speaker 1: into future years, that they should lend it utterance and
• 44:39
  Speaker 1: salute love that endures from life that disappears. End of
• 44:45
  Speaker 1: Sonnet forty one. This recording is in the public domain.
• 44:54
  Speaker 1: Sonnets from the Portuguese by Elizabeth Barrett Browning read for
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot Org by Kirsten Sonnet forty two. My future
• 45:05
  Speaker 1: will not copy fair my past. I wrote that once,
• 45:09
  Speaker 1: and thinking at my side, my ministering life angel justified
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  Speaker 1: the word by his appealing look upcast to the white
• 45:16
  Speaker 1: throne of God. I turned at last, and there instead
• 45:20
  Speaker 1: saw thee not unallied to angels in thy soul. Then, I,
• 45:25
  Speaker 1: long tried by natural ills, received the comfort fast, while
• 45:30
  Speaker 1: budding at thy sight, my pilgrim's staff gave out green
• 45:33
  Speaker 1: leaves with morning dews impearled. I seek no copy now
• 45:37
  Speaker 1: of life's first half. Leave here the pages, with long
• 45:41
  Speaker 1: musing curled, and write me new my future's epigraph, new
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  Speaker 1: angel mine unhoped for in the World end of Sonnet
• 45:51
  Speaker 1: forty two. This recording is in the public domain on
• 46:00
  Speaker 1: its from the Portuguese by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, read for
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot Org by Kuston Ferrari, sonnet forty three. How
• 46:10
  Speaker 1: do I love THEE? Let me count the ways. I
• 46:15
  Speaker 1: love THEE to the depth and breadth and height my
• 46:20
  Speaker 1: soul can reach when feeling out of sight for the
• 46:23
  Speaker 1: ends of being and ideal grace. I love THEE to
• 46:27
  Speaker 1: the level of every day's most quiet need, by sun
• 46:30
  Speaker 1: and candlelight. I love THEE freely as men strive for right.
• 46:35
  Speaker 1: I love THEE purely as they turn from praise. I
• 46:38
  Speaker 1: love THEE with the passion put to use in my
• 46:40
  Speaker 1: old griefs and with my childhood faith. I love THEE
• 46:44
  Speaker 1: with a love I seemed to lose with my lost saints.
• 46:48
  Speaker 1: I love THEE with the breath, smiles tears of all
• 46:52
  Speaker 1: my life. And if God choose, I shall but love
• 46:56
  Speaker 1: THEE better after death and sonnet forty three. This recording
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  Speaker 1: Elizabeth Barrett Brownie, read for LibriVox dot org by Kirsten Ferrari,
• 47:17
  Speaker 1: Sonnet forty four. Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers
• 47:22
  Speaker 1: plucked in the garden all summer through and winter, and
• 47:25
  Speaker 1: it seemed as if they grew in this close room,
• 47:28
  Speaker 1: nor missed the sun and showers. So in the like
• 47:32
  Speaker 1: name of that love of ours, take back these thoughts
• 47:35
  Speaker 1: which here unfolded too, and which on warm and cold
• 47:39
  Speaker 1: days I withdrew from my heart's ground. Indeed, these beds
• 47:43
  Speaker 1: and bowers be overgrown with bitter weeds and rue, and
• 47:46
  Speaker 1: wait thy weeding. Yet here's egglintine, here's ivy. Take them
• 47:50
  Speaker 1: as I used to do, thy flowers, and keep them
• 47:53
  Speaker 1: where they shall not pine. Instruct thine eyes to keep
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  Speaker 1: their colors true, and tell thy soul the roots are
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  Speaker 1: left in mine. End of Sonnet forty four. End of
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  Speaker 1: Sonnets from the Portuguese by Elizabeth Barrett Browning. This recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain.