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Song-Surf-Cale Young Rice · Samson Agonistes

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  Speaker 1: With Omer by Cale Young Rise read for librivokx dot
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  Speaker 1: org by Subar chand w w w dot Subar sings
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  Speaker 1: dot com. I sat with Omer by the tavern door,
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  Speaker 1: musing the mystery of mortals sore and soon with answers alternate.
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  Speaker 1: We strove whether beyond death life hath any shore? Come
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  Speaker 1: fill the cup? Said he, in the fire of spring,
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  Speaker 1: your winter garment of repentance fling. The bird of time
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  Speaker 1: has but a little way to flutter, and the bird
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  Speaker 1: is on the wing, the bird of time, I answered, then,
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  Speaker 1: have I no heart for wine? Must we not cross
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  Speaker 1: the sky unto eternity upon its wings, or failing, fall
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  Speaker 1: into the gulf and die. Ay, So for the glories
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  Speaker 1: of this world, sigh sum and some for the prophet's
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  Speaker 1: paradise to come. But you, friend, take the cash, the credit,
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  Speaker 1: leave nor heed the rumble of a distant drum. What
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  Speaker 1: take the cash and let the credit go. Spend all
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  Speaker 1: upon the wine the while. I know a possible tomorrow
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  Speaker 1: may bring thirst for drink, But credit then shall cause
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  Speaker 1: to flow. Yeah, make the most of what you get.
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  Speaker 1: May spend before you two into the dust, descend dust
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  Speaker 1: into dust, and under dust to lie sans wine, Sand's song,
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  Speaker 1: sans singer, and sans end into the dust. We shall descend,
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  Speaker 1: we must. But can the soul not break the crumbling
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  Speaker 1: trust in which he is encaged? To hope or to
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  Speaker 1: despair he will, which is more wise or just the
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  Speaker 1: worldly hope? Men set their hearts upon turns ashes, or
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  Speaker 1: it prospers and anon, like snow upon the desert's dusty face,
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  Speaker 1: lighting a little hour or two is gone. Like snow,
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  Speaker 1: it comes to cool one burning day, and like it
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  Speaker 1: goes for all plea or sway. But flooding tears nor
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  Speaker 1: wine can ever purge the vision it has brought to us. Away,
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  Speaker 1: But to this world we come, and why, not knowing
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  Speaker 1: nor wents like water willy nilly glowing, and out of
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  Speaker 1: it as wind along the waste, we know not with
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  Speaker 1: a willy nilly blowing. True, little do we know of
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  Speaker 1: why or wents. But is forsooth our darkness evidence there
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  Speaker 1: is no light. The worm may see no star, though
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  Speaker 1: heaven with myriad multitudes be dense, But all unasked we
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  Speaker 1: are hither hurried, wentce, and all unasked we are whither hurried. Hence,
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  Speaker 1: oh many a cup of this forbidden wine must drown
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  Speaker 1: the memory of that insolence, yet cannot ever, for it
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  Speaker 1: is forbid still by that quenchless soul within us head,
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  Speaker 1: which cries feed, feed me, not on wine alone, for
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  Speaker 1: to immortal banquets I am bid well oft I think
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  Speaker 1: that never blows so red the rose, as were some
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  Speaker 1: buried Ceesar bled that every hyacinth the garden wears dropped
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  Speaker 1: in a lap from some one's lovely head. Then if
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  Speaker 1: from the dull clay throw with life's throws more beautiful spring,
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  Speaker 1: higacyinthe and rose, will the great gardener, for the uprooted
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  Speaker 1: soul find use no sweeter than useless repose. We cannot know.
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  Speaker 1: So fill the cup that clears to day of past
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  Speaker 1: regret and future fears. Tomorrow, why tomorrow we may be
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  Speaker 1: ourselves with yesterday's seven thousand years. No cup there is
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  Speaker 1: to bring oblivion more during than regret and fear, No none,
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  Speaker 1: for wine that's wine to day may change and be
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  Speaker 1: marah before tomorrow's sands have run myself when young did
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  Speaker 1: eagerly frequent doctor and saint, and heard great argument about
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  Speaker 1: it and about but evermore came out by the same
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  Speaker 1: door wherein I went the doors of argument may lead
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  Speaker 1: now whither reason become a prison, where may wither from
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  Speaker 1: sunless eyes, that infinite from hearts all hope when they
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  Speaker 1: sojourn too long. Is thither up from Earth's center through
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  Speaker 1: the seventh gate I rose and on the throne of
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  Speaker 1: Saturn's seith, and many a knot unraveled by the road.
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  Speaker 1: But not the Master, not of human fate. The Master
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  Speaker 1: not knows, but the master hand that scattered Saturn and
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  Speaker 1: his countless band like seats upon the unplanted Heaven's air.
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  Speaker 1: The truth we reap from them is chaff thrice fanned.
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  Speaker 1: Yet if the soul can fling the dust aside and
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  Speaker 1: naked on the air of heaven, right, we are not
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  Speaker 1: a shame. We are not a shame for him in
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  Speaker 1: this clay carcase, crippled to abide. No for a day
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  Speaker 1: bound in this dust may teach more of the Sakis
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  Speaker 1: mind that we can reach through AONs mounting still from
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  Speaker 1: sky to sky may open through all mystery. A breach.
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  Speaker 1: You speak, as if existence closing your account, and mind
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  Speaker 1: should know the like no more. The eternal Saki from
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  Speaker 1: that bowel has poured millions of bubbles like us and
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  Speaker 1: will pour bubbles. We are pricked by the point of death.
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  Speaker 1: But in each bubble may there be no breath that
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  Speaker 1: lifts it? And at last to freedom flies and over
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  Speaker 1: all heights of heaven. Wandereth a moment's halt, a momentary
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  Speaker 1: taste of being from the well amid the waste and
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  Speaker 1: lo the phantom caravan has reached the nothing it set
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  Speaker 1: out from. Oh, make haste, And yet it should be,
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  Speaker 1: It should be that we who drink shall drink of immortality.
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  Speaker 1: The master of the well has much to spare. Will
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  Speaker 1: we say taste? Then shall we no more be the
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  Speaker 1: moving finger writes, and having writ more, Nor all your
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  Speaker 1: pity nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half
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  Speaker 1: a line, nor all your tears wash out a word
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  Speaker 1: of it. And where it other might be, not erase
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  Speaker 1: the letter of some sorrow, in whose place no truest
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  Speaker 1: sounding we should fail to spell the heart which earns
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  Speaker 1: behind the mock world's face. Well this I know, whether
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  Speaker 1: the one true light, kindled to love or wrath, consume
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  Speaker 1: me quite one flash of it within the tavern court
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  Speaker 1: better than in the temple, lost outright in temple or
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  Speaker 1: in tavern it may be lost and everywhere that love
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  Speaker 1: hath any cost, it may be found. The wrath, it seems,
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  Speaker 1: is but a cloud whose dew should make its power most.
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  Speaker 1: But see his presence through creation's veins, running quicksilver like
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  Speaker 1: eludes your pains, taking all shapes from Mah to mahi,
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  Speaker 1: and they change and perish all, but he remains all.
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  Speaker 1: It may be yet light to sleep, and lo the
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  Speaker 1: soul seems quenched in darkness? Is it so? Rather believe
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  Speaker 1: that seemeth not than seems of death until we know?
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  Speaker 1: Until we know, so waste the hoar gone in the
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  Speaker 1: vain pursuit of this, and that we strive over and dispute.
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  Speaker 1: Better be jocund with the fruitful grape, than sadden after none,
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  Speaker 1: or bitter fruit. Better unless we hope that grief is
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  Speaker 1: thrown across our path by urgence of the unknown, lest
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  Speaker 1: we may think we may no more to live and
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  Speaker 1: bide content with dim light earth alone. Then strange is
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  Speaker 1: it not that of the Myrates, who before us pass
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  Speaker 1: the door of darkness, through not one returns to tell
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  Speaker 1: us of the road which to discover we must travel too.
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  Speaker 1: Such is the band. But even though we heard love
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  Speaker 1: in lives, all we still should crave the world of
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  Speaker 1: one returned. Yet none is sure we know though they
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  Speaker 1: lie deep they are by death debt'd. Send then, by
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  Speaker 1: soul through the invisible some letter of the after life
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  Speaker 1: to spell, and by and by thy soul returned to thee.
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  Speaker 1: But answers, I myself am heaven and hell from the
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  Speaker 1: invisible he does, but sent through earth where living goodness,
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  Speaker 1: though it's blent with evil doers. May he not read
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  Speaker 1: the voice to make thee but for death, for toil
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  Speaker 1: ill spent well. When the angel of the darker drink
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  Speaker 1: at last shall find us by the river brink, and,
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  Speaker 1: offering his cup, invite our souls forth to our lips
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  Speaker 1: to quaff. We shall not shrink.
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  Speaker 2: No.
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  Speaker 1: But if in the sable cup we knew death without waking.
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  Speaker 1: Where the wilful brew nobler it were to curse, as
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  Speaker 1: cowered him who roused us into light, Then light withdrew.
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  Speaker 1: Then thou who didst with pitfall and with gin beset
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  Speaker 1: the road I was to want. Thou wilt not with
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  Speaker 1: predistined evil round enmesh, and then impute my fall to sin.
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  Speaker 1: He will not, if one evil be endured to ultimate debassing,
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  Speaker 1: Oh be sure this is not of him predistined, and
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  Speaker 1: the sin not his nor ass but faith's. He could
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  Speaker 1: not cure. Yet, Ah, that spring should vanish with the rose,
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  Speaker 1: That youth's sweet scented manuscript should close, the nightingale, that
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  Speaker 1: on the branches sang Ah whence and whither flown again?
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  Speaker 1: Who knows? So? Does it seem no other choice like these?
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  Speaker 1: Yet summer comes and autumn's honored ease and wintry age?
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  Speaker 1: Is it ever whisperless of that last spring, whose wordure
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  Speaker 1: may not cease? Still would some winged angel er, too
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  Speaker 1: late arrest the ete unfolded roll of fate and make
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  Speaker 1: the stern recorder otherwise en register or quite obnitrary to otherwise,
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  Speaker 1: and register believe he toils eternally, nor asks reprieve, And
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  Speaker 1: could creation perfect from his hands have come? At dawn?
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  Speaker 1: None overmuch should grieve so till the van and early
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  Speaker 1: scent of day we strove and silent turned at last away,
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  Speaker 1: thinking how men in ages yet unborn would ask an answer,
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  Speaker 1: trust and doubt and pray. End of Palm. This recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. Child by Cale Young Rice
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  Speaker 1: read for libywox dot org by subar Chanda www dot
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  Speaker 1: subar Sings dot com. Jehovah, Jehovah, art thou not stronger
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  Speaker 1: than gods of the Heathen. I slew him that cicera,
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  Speaker 1: prince of the Host. Thou those hate, but fear of
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  Speaker 1: his blood is upon me. About me is breathen his
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  Speaker 1: spirit by night, and by day come voices that weight
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  Speaker 1: athirst and afrightened. He fled from the star wrought waters
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  Speaker 1: of Kishon. His face was as woold when he swooned
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  Speaker 1: at the door of my tent. The Lord hath given
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  Speaker 1: him into the hand of perdition. I smiled, but he
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  Speaker 1: saw not the face of my cunning intent. He thirsted
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  Speaker 1: for water. I fed him the curdless milk of the cattle.
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  Speaker 1: He lay in the tent under purple and crimson of tire.
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  Speaker 1: He slept, and he dreamt of the surge and storming
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  Speaker 1: of battle Aha, but he woke not to waken Jehovah's ere.
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  Speaker 1: He slept as he were a chosen of Israel's God Almighty,
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  Speaker 1: a dog out of Canan thought he I was woman alone.
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  Speaker 1: I slipped like an asp to his ear and laughed
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  Speaker 1: for the sight he would give. When the carrion kites
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  Speaker 1: should tear to his bone. I smote through his temple
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  Speaker 1: the nail to the dust a worm did I bind him?
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  Speaker 1: My heart was a leap with rage and a quiver
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  Speaker 1: with scorn. And I danced with a holy delight before
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  Speaker 1: and behind him. I that I am called blest o'er
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  Speaker 1: all untold Judah born ay. Come, I will show thee
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  Speaker 1: o Barakh. A woman is more than a warrior, I
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  Speaker 1: cried as I lifted the door wherein Caesera lay to me?
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  Speaker 1: Did he fly? And I shall be called his destroyer?
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  Speaker 1: I jail who am subtle to find for the Lord
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  Speaker 1: away above all the daughters of men, be blest of Gilead,
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  Speaker 1: or Asur sang Deborah prophetess. Then from her waving palm,
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  Speaker 1: behold her, a people, behold her, the heathen's abasher, behold her,
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  Speaker 1: the Lord hath uplifted. Behold and be calm. The mother
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  Speaker 1: of him at the window looks out through the lattice
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  Speaker 1: to listen. Why roll not the wheels of his chariot?
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  Speaker 1: Why does he nor he no returned with the booty
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  Speaker 1: of battle and glistened in songs of his triumph? A women,
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  Speaker 1: why do they not say? And I was as she
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  Speaker 1: who danced when the seas were rendered asunder, and stood
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  Speaker 1: until Egypt pressed in to be drowned unto death. My
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  Speaker 1: breasts were as fire with the glory. The rocks that
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  Speaker 1: were under my feet grew quick with the gloating that
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  Speaker 1: beat in my breath. At night I stole out where
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  Speaker 1: they cast him, a sop to the jackal and raven.
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  Speaker 1: But his bones stood up in the moon, and I
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  Speaker 1: shook with affright. The strength shrang out of my limbs,
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  Speaker 1: and I fell a craven before him. The nail in
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  Speaker 1: his temple gleamed bloodily bright. Jehovah, Jehovah, art thou not
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  Speaker 1: stronger than gods of the heathen. I slew him that Cicera,
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  Speaker 1: prince of the host. Thou dost hate, But fear of
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  Speaker 1: his blood is upon me. About me is breathen his spirit.
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  Speaker 1: By day and by night come voices that wait. I
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  Speaker 1: fly to the desert, I fly to the mountain. But
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  Speaker 1: they will not hide me. His gods haunt the winds
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  Speaker 1: and the caves with vengeance that cries for judgment upon me.
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  Speaker 1: The stars in their courses deride me. The stars thou
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  Speaker 1: hast hung with a breath in the wandering skies. Jehovah, Jehovah,
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  Speaker 1: I slew him the scage and sting of thy nation.
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  Speaker 1: Take from me his spirit, Take from me the voice
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  Speaker 1: of his blood. With madness I rave by day and
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  Speaker 1: by night. Defamation. Jehovah, release me Jehoah. If still thou
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  Speaker 1: art God, end of Palm. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 2: To the sea by Chao your rights, recorded for by
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  Speaker 2: Jude Art Thou enrage oh see with the blue piece
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  Speaker 2: of heaven, so to uplift thine armed waves, thy billowing
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  Speaker 2: rebellion against its ease, and with Tartian mutter from cold caves,
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  Speaker 2: from shuddering profundities, where shapes of awdled through entangle leads
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  Speaker 2: of boots to hoot thy watery omens evermore and evermore
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  Speaker 2: thy moanings interfuse with seething necremency and mad lore. Or
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  Speaker 2: dost thou labor with the drifting bones of countless dead,
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  Speaker 2: Thou mighty alchemist, within whose stormy crucible the stones of
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  Speaker 2: sunk primordial shores, granite and schists are crumbled by thine
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  Speaker 2: all abrasive beat with immemorial chanting to the moon and
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  Speaker 2: cosmic Incanasian, dost thou crave rest to be found, not
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  Speaker 2: till thy wild be strewn, frigid and desert over Earth's
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  Speaker 2: last grave. Thou seemest with immensity, mad, blind, with raving death,
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  Speaker 2: with wandering forlorn parent of dema gorgan, whose dire mind
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  Speaker 2: is night and earthquake, shapeless, shame and scorn of the
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  Speaker 2: Oa Mountain, birth of harmony found in thy briny bed
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  Speaker 2: and gnawing earth with foamy, writhing and fierce panted tides.
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  Speaker 2: Thou art as fate in torment of a dearth of
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  Speaker 2: black disaster and destruction strives. And how thou dost drive
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  Speaker 2: silence from the world incarnate motion of all mystery, whose
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  Speaker 2: waves are fury, wings, whose winds are hurled whither thy ghost, tempestuous,
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  Speaker 2: can see a desolate apocalypse of death. Oh, how thou
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  Speaker 2: dost drive silence from the world with emerald overflowing waste
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  Speaker 2: on waste, a flashing suscerration, dashed and swirled o'er aisles
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  Speaker 2: and continents that shrink, abased, nay, frustrate hope art Thou
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  Speaker 2: of the unknown, gathered from primal mist and firmament, a
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  Speaker 2: surging shape of life's unfathomed moan, whelming humanity with fears unment.
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  Speaker 2: Yet do I love thee oh above all fear, and
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  Speaker 2: loving thee unconquerably trust the RUMs that from thy ageless
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  Speaker 2: surfing start would read were they revealed that immortality is
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  Speaker 2: might of heart. End of poems. This recording is in
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  Speaker 2: the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: The Day Moon by Cale Young Rice read for libertywokx
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  Speaker 1: So wan so unavailing across the vacant day blue, dimly
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  Speaker 1: trailing last night, sphered in thy shining a circe mystic
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  Speaker 1: destinies beginning today, but as a feather torn from a
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  Speaker 1: seraph's wing in sinful weather, down, drifting from the portals
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  Speaker 1: of paradise unto the land of mortals. Yet do I
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  Speaker 1: feel the owing my heart with mystery? As thy updrawing
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  Speaker 1: moves through the tides of ocean and leaves lawn beaches
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  Speaker 1: barren of its motion, or strands upon near shallows the
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  Speaker 1: wreck whose weared it form At night anhallows the fisher
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  Speaker 1: maiden's prayers for him, that storms may take not unawares.
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  Speaker 1: So when so unawailing across the vacant day blue, dimly trailing,
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  Speaker 1: but night shall come atoning thy phantom life throw day
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  Speaker 1: and high enthroning thee inner chambers arrased which star hieroglyphs
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  Speaker 1: leave thee unharrassed, to glide with silvery passion, till in
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  Speaker 1: earth shadows swept thy glowings ashen end of palm. This
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  Speaker 1: recording isn't the public domain. A Sea Ghost by Cale
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  Speaker 1: Young Rice read for librivokx dot org by Subar Chanda
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  Speaker 1: w w dot Subar sings dot com O fisher fleet.
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  Speaker 1: Go in from the sea and furl your wings. The
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  Speaker 1: bay is gray with the twilet spray and the loud
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  Speaker 1: surf springs. The chill boy bell is rung by the
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  Speaker 1: hands of all the drowned, who know the woe of
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  Speaker 1: the wind and tow of the tides around. Go in,
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  Speaker 1: go in, oh haste, from the sea, and let them
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  Speaker 1: rest A son and one who was wed and won,
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  Speaker 1: who went down unblessed. Ay, even as I whose hands
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  Speaker 1: at the bell now labor most. The tomb has gloom,
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  Speaker 1: but oh the doom of the drear sea ghost. He
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  Speaker 1: evermore must wander the ooze beneath the wave follown to
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  Speaker 1: warn of the tempest born and to save, to save,
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  Speaker 1: then go go in and leave us the sea, for
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  Speaker 1: only so can peace release us and give us ease
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  Speaker 1: of a salty woe. End of Palm. This recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: On the Moor by Cale Young Rice read for LIBEVOXTA
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  Speaker 3: Dog by Julenni the Mail. One I met a child
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  Speaker 3: upon the moor, a wading down the heather. She put
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  Speaker 3: her hand in to my own. We crossed the fields together.
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  Speaker 3: I led her to her father's store, a cottage amid
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  Speaker 3: the clover. I left her, and the world grew poor
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  Speaker 3: to me, a childless rover. Two. I met a maid
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  Speaker 3: upon the moor. The morrow was her wedding. Love lit
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  Speaker 3: her eyes with lovelier ees than the eavestar was shedding.
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  Speaker 3: She looked as sweet good bye to me, and over
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  Speaker 3: the style went singing down all the lonely night I heard,
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  Speaker 3: but bridal bells are ringing. Three I met a mother
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  Speaker 3: on the moor by a new grave of praying. The
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  Speaker 3: happy swallows in the plu upon the winds were playing.
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  Speaker 3: Would I wear in his grave? I said? And he
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  Speaker 3: beside her standing there was no heart to break if
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  Speaker 3: death for me had made demanding end of poem. This
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  Speaker 1: The Cry of Eve by Cale Young Rice read for
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  Speaker 1: libertywalkx dot org by Subar Chanda www dot Subar singhs
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  Speaker 1: dot com. Down the Palm Way from Eden in the midnight,
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  Speaker 1: lay dreaming Eve by her outdriven mate, pillowed on lilies
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  Speaker 1: that still told the suite of birth within the garden's
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  Speaker 1: extra pitiful round. Her face that could not lose its
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  Speaker 1: memory of God's perfect thing was strewn her troubled hair
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  Speaker 1: and sigh grieved after sigh along her loveliness in the
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  Speaker 1: white moon. Then sudden, her dream, too cruelly impent with pain, broke,
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  Speaker 1: and a cry fled, shuddering into the wounded stillness from
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  Speaker 1: her lips as cold, she fearfully felt for his hand,
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  Speaker 1: and tears that had before never visited her lips with anguish,
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  Speaker 1: drew from her. The moan, Oh, Adam, what have I dreamed?
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  Speaker 2: Now?
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  Speaker 1: Do I understand his words? So dim to creatures that
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  Speaker 1: had quivered but with bliss since had the dusk thy
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  Speaker 1: kissed to me and I wept at caresses that were
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  Speaker 1: once all joy I have slept seeing through futurity, the
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  Speaker 1: uncreated ages visibly four suffering phantoms, crowded in the womb
• 23:55
  Speaker 1: of time, and all with lamentable mien, accusing with the
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  Speaker 1: mercy thee and me, and without pity for those somewhere
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  Speaker 1: far from birth and without name. Others were near Sodom
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  Speaker 1: and dark Gomorrah, from whose flames, fleeing one turned, how
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  Speaker 1: like her looked to mine, when the trees' horror trembled
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  Speaker 1: on my taste, and Babylon upbilded on us sin and
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  Speaker 1: in away a city sinking slow under a shroud of
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  Speaker 1: sandy centuries, that hid me not from the buried cursing
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  Speaker 1: eyes of women who ever bitterly gave birth. Ah to
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  Speaker 1: be mother of all misery, to be first called out
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  Speaker 1: of the earth, and fail for a whole world, to
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  Speaker 1: shame maternity for women evermore, women whose tears flooding the
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  Speaker 1: night no hope can wipe away. To see the wings
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  Speaker 1: of death as Adam thou hast not endlessly beating, and
• 24:54
  Speaker 1: to hear the swooning ages suffer up to God, And
• 24:57
  Speaker 1: oh that birth cry of a guilt child, in it
• 25:01
  Speaker 1: our sounding of our sin and woe, with prophecy of
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  Speaker 1: ill beyond all years, yearning for beauty never to be seen,
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  Speaker 1: beautitude readymnless evermore. And I, whose dream moaned with all motherhood,
• 25:16
  Speaker 1: must hear it soon Already do soft skill, assuasive lulls, enticings,
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  Speaker 1: and quick tones of tenderness that will like light awake
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  Speaker 1: the folded memory children shall bring out of the dark
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  Speaker 1: move in me longingly. Yet thou adam dear fallen thought
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  Speaker 1: of God, Thou, when thou too shalt hear humanity cry
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  Speaker 1: in thy child, wilt groaning, wish the world back in
• 25:43
  Speaker 1: unsummoned void, and woe, wilt fill God's ear with troubled
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  Speaker 1: wonder and unrest. Softly he soothed her straying hair and
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  Speaker 1: kissed the fever from her lips. Over the palms, the
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  Speaker 1: sad moon poured her peace into their eyes till sleep.
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  Speaker 1: The Angel of forgetfulness folded again, dark wings above their rest,
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  Speaker 1: end of pomp. This recording isn't the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Marry at Madarrath by Cale young Rice read for Lebevox
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  Speaker 4: dot org. I know Lord thou hast sent him Thou
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  Speaker 4: art so good to me, But thou hast only lent
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  Speaker 4: him his heart for thee I dared the poor haundmaiden
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  Speaker 4: not to ask a prophet child only a boy, by
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  Speaker 4: bleeding for earth and mild. But this one thou hast
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  Speaker 4: given seems not for earth.
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  Speaker 2: For me.
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  Speaker 4: His lips flamed to it, from heaven and vanity seem
• 26:52
  Speaker 4: all my thoughts and prayers. When he but speaks the
• 26:55
  Speaker 4: law out of my heart, the tears are torn. All
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  Speaker 4: I cannot look upon him so strangely burn his eyes.
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  Speaker 4: Hath not some grieving drawn him from paradise for thee
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  Speaker 4: for thee a live lord? Yet aft I almost fall
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  Speaker 4: before him? Oh, forgive Lord my sinful fall. But in
• 27:20
  Speaker 4: when he was nursing a baby and my priest, it
• 27:25
  Speaker 4: seemed he was dispressing the world and mist though baddest
• 27:31
  Speaker 4: me call him Jessis and former have a sin. I
• 27:36
  Speaker 4: know we shall release us from Shelwyn. But Lord, forgive
• 27:41
  Speaker 4: the inning. That he may sometimes be like other children,
• 27:46
  Speaker 4: learning beside my knee, or playing prattling seeking for helps
• 27:51
  Speaker 4: comes to my heart, that sinful Lord, I am speaking?
• 27:55
  Speaker 4: How good thou art.
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  Speaker 5: Of poem? This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: Adelille by Kayle Young Rice readfully privox dot org by
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  Speaker 6: Sonya Adelie proud Adelille, proud Adelille. Why does she lie
• 28:22
  Speaker 6: so cold? I made her shrink, I made her reel,
• 28:26
  Speaker 6: I made her white lids fold. We sat at banquet,
• 28:31
  Speaker 6: many maids. She like a valkiir free. I hated the
• 28:36
  Speaker 6: glitter of her braids. I hated her blue eyes. Glee
• 28:41
  Speaker 6: in emerald cups was poured to meat icily blew the night,
• 28:45
  Speaker 6: but tears unshed, and woes that bleed, brew bitterness and
• 28:49
  Speaker 6: spite a gobblet to my love, She cried, prince, where
• 28:55
  Speaker 6: the sea winds fly her love. It was for that
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  Speaker 6: he died, and for it she should die. She lifted
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  Speaker 6: the cup and drank. She saw a heart within its lease.
• 29:09
  Speaker 6: I laughed like the dead who feeled the thaw of
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  Speaker 6: summer in the breeze. They looked upon her, stricken still,
• 29:17
  Speaker 6: and suddenly they grew appalled. It is thy lover, as hard,
• 29:22
  Speaker 6: I shrill as the sea crow to her caled palely.
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  Speaker 6: She took it. Did it give ease? There against her breast?
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  Speaker 7: Dead?
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  Speaker 2: Dead?
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  Speaker 6: She swound, But I cannot live, and dead I shall
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  Speaker 6: not rest. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 6: public domain.
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  Speaker 8: Intimation by Cale Young Rice read for LibriVox dot org
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  Speaker 8: by Christina Gardner. All night I smiled as I slept,
• 30:00
  Speaker 8: for I heard the march wind feel blindly about in
• 30:03
  Speaker 8: the trees, without for buds to heal, all night in dreams.
• 30:09
  Speaker 8: For I smelt in the rain, wet woods and fields,
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  Speaker 8: the coming flowers, and the glad green hours that summer
• 30:17
  Speaker 8: yields all night, and when at dawn I woke with
• 30:22
  Speaker 8: the bluebird's cheap winter with all its chill and pall
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  Speaker 8: seemed but asleep. End of palm. This recording is in
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  Speaker 8: the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: In July, I Kill Young Rice read for librevox dot
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  Speaker 7: org by Larry Wilson. This path will tell me where
• 30:48
  Speaker 7: dark daisies danced to the white sycamores that dell them in,
• 30:52
  Speaker 7: where crow and flicker cry melodious din and blackberries in
• 30:57
  Speaker 7: ebon ripeness glance, luscious enticings under briery green. It will
• 31:03
  Speaker 7: slip under copper slimbs that lean brushingly. As the slow
• 31:06
  Speaker 7: belled heifer patched toward weedy water plants that shade the
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  Speaker 7: pool sunk creek's reluctant trance. I shall find bellflower spires
• 31:17
  Speaker 7: beside the gap, and the lady flocks within the hollow's
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  Speaker 7: cool cedar with sudden memories of Yule. Above the tangle
• 31:24
  Speaker 7: tipp'd with blue skull cap, the high hot mulline, fond
• 31:29
  Speaker 7: of the full sun, will watch and tell the low
• 31:33
  Speaker 7: mint where I've won to hither, wheat where idle breezes, nap,
• 31:37
  Speaker 7: and fluffy quails entrap me from their brood that crouch
• 31:41
  Speaker 7: to escape mishap. Then I shall reach the mossy waterway
• 31:46
  Speaker 7: that gullies the dense hill up to its peak. There, Dolly,
• 31:51
  Speaker 7: listening to the eerie eke of drops into cool chalices
• 31:55
  Speaker 7: of clay. Then on for elders odorously will steal senses
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  Speaker 7: till I climb up, where they heal the livid heat
• 32:03
  Speaker 7: of the malingering ray and wooingly betray to memory many
• 32:08
  Speaker 7: a long forgotten day. There I shall rest within the
• 32:12
  Speaker 7: woody peace of afternoon, the bending azure frothed with silveriness
• 32:17
  Speaker 7: and sunny pastures swathed fragrant with morn mown clover and
• 32:22
  Speaker 7: seed fleece, the hills where hung mists muse and silence
• 32:28
  Speaker 7: calls to solitude through aged forest halls will walk into
• 32:33
  Speaker 7: me their mysterious ease, and in the wind's soft cease,
• 32:37
  Speaker 7: I shall hear hintings of eternities. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 7: recording is in the public domain.
• 32:51
  Speaker 3: From Above by Cale Young Rice read philipervoxter Door by
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  Speaker 3: Lenin Damaya. What do I care if the trees are bare,
• 33:02
  Speaker 3: and the hills are dark, and the skies are gray?
• 33:05
  Speaker 3: What do I care for chill in the air, for
• 33:08
  Speaker 3: crows that cark at the rough wind's way? What do
• 33:12
  Speaker 3: I care for the dead leaves there? Or the sullen
• 33:16
  Speaker 3: road by the sullen wood. There's hard in my heart
• 33:21
  Speaker 3: to bear my load. So enough the day is good
• 33:27
  Speaker 3: and with poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 33:36
  Speaker 9: By the Indus by Kill Young Rice read felipevoxtadt Org
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  Speaker 9: by Anusha Ayir. Thou art late o Moon Late. I
• 33:47
  Speaker 9: have waited thee long. The nightingales flown to her nest,
• 33:51
  Speaker 9: sated with song. The jumpuck had no odor more to
• 33:56
  Speaker 9: pour on the wind as he passeth over. But my
• 33:59
  Speaker 9: heart it will not rest, thou art late o love Late.
• 34:05
  Speaker 9: For the moon is owain. The cusa grass sighs with
• 34:09
  Speaker 9: my sighs, burns with my pain. The lotus leans her
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  Speaker 9: head on the stream shall I not lean to thy
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  Speaker 9: breast and dream dream ere the night cool dies Thou
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  Speaker 9: art late, O death late, for he did not come
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  Speaker 9: a pariah. Is my heart cast from him?
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  Speaker 1: Dumb?
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  Speaker 9: I cannot cry in the jungles deep. It is not
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  Speaker 9: time for the tomb and sleep, O death, strike with
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  Speaker 9: thy dart.
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  Speaker 2: And of poem.
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  Speaker 9: This recording is in the public domain.
• 34:50
  Speaker 7: Evocation by kle Young Rice, read for librovox dot Org
• 34:55
  Speaker 7: by Larry Wilson, Niko, Japan, nineteen o five. Dim through
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  Speaker 7: the Mist in Cryptomeria booms the temple bell down the
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  Speaker 7: tomb of Ieyasu, yearning as a knell down from the
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  Speaker 7: tomb where many an eon silently has knelt, many a
• 35:15
  Speaker 7: pilgrimage of millions still about It felt still for I
• 35:20
  Speaker 7: see them gather ghostly now as the numb sound floats
• 35:25
  Speaker 7: an unearthly necromancy from the pass dead ground. See the
• 35:30
  Speaker 7: invisible vast millions. Hear their soundless feet climbing the shrine
• 35:35
  Speaker 7: ways to the gilded carven temple seat. And one among them,
• 35:41
  Speaker 7: Pille among them, passes waning by what is? It tells
• 35:45
  Speaker 7: me mystically that strange one was I weird through the
• 35:49
  Speaker 7: mist in cryptomeria dies, the bell tis dumb, and how
• 35:56
  Speaker 7: many lives returning? Shall I hither, come hither again and
• 36:02
  Speaker 7: climb the votive evermossy ways? Who shall the gods be?
• 36:06
  Speaker 7: Then the millions meek, entreat or praise? End of poem.
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  Speaker 7: This recording is in the public domain.
• 36:23
  Speaker 5: The child God Cave by cale Young Rice read for
• 36:28
  Speaker 5: lebrivox dot org. Give me a little child to draw
• 36:33
  Speaker 5: this dreary want out of my wrist. I cried to God,
• 36:38
  Speaker 5: give for my day's beat wild with loneliness that will
• 36:43
  Speaker 5: not rest. But under the still side it came, with
• 36:48
  Speaker 5: gropping lips and little fingers, stealing aimlessly about my heart.
• 36:55
  Speaker 5: I was like one whose slips a sudden interecstasy, and
• 37:00
  Speaker 5: things near to depart. Soon he will smile, I said,
• 37:07
  Speaker 5: And Babo, baby love, if into my ears, how it
• 37:13
  Speaker 5: will thrill? I waited, Oh, dread the clutching agony, the
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  Speaker 5: fierce who was so strange and still did I curse
• 37:23
  Speaker 5: God and Brave when they came shreakingly to tell me
• 37:29
  Speaker 5: to one's a witless child. No I I only gave
• 37:35
  Speaker 5: one cry, just one, I think, because you know.
• 37:41
  Speaker 2: He never smiled.
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  Speaker 5: And of poem This recording is in the public domain.
• 37:54
  Speaker 6: The Winds by Kayle Young Rice readfully privox dot Org
• 37:58
  Speaker 6: by Sonya The Winds. The East Wind is a Bedouin,
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  Speaker 6: and Nimbus is his steed. Out of the dusk with
• 38:07
  Speaker 6: the lightning thin blue scimitar, he flies afar, whither his
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  Speaker 6: rovings lead. The dead sea waves and egypt caves of
• 38:17
  Speaker 6: mummied silence, laugh when he mounts to quench the siroc's
• 38:21
  Speaker 6: stench and to wrench from his clutch the tyrant's staff.
• 38:25
  Speaker 6: The West Wind is an Indian brave who scores the
• 38:29
  Speaker 6: autumn's crest, dashing the forest down as a slave. He
• 38:33
  Speaker 6: tears the leaves from its limbs and weaves a maelstrom
• 38:36
  Speaker 6: for his breast. Out of the night, crying to fright
• 38:40
  Speaker 6: the earth, he swoops to spoil. There is furious scath
• 38:44
  Speaker 6: in the whirl of his wrath. In his path, there
• 38:47
  Speaker 6: is misery and moil. The North Wind is a Viking,
• 38:52
  Speaker 6: cold and cruel, armed with death, born in the doomful
• 38:56
  Speaker 6: deep of the old ice sea that froze ere eye
• 38:59
  Speaker 6: me a rose from Niflheim's ebbon breath, and with him
• 39:03
  Speaker 6: sail snow, frost and hail faints mighty as their lord,
• 39:09
  Speaker 6: to plunder the shores of summer's stores, and his roars
• 39:12
  Speaker 6: like the sound of Chaeus hoarde. The south wind is
• 39:16
  Speaker 6: a troubadour. The springs his serenade over the mountain, over
• 39:20
  Speaker 6: the moor. He blows to bloom from the winter's tomb,
• 39:24
  Speaker 6: blossom and leave and blade.
• 39:26
  Speaker 1: He ripples the throat.
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  Speaker 6: Of the lark with a note of lilting love and bliss.
• 39:32
  Speaker 6: And the sun and the moon, the night and the
• 39:34
  Speaker 6: noon are as swoon when he woos them with his kiss.
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  Speaker 6: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 39:48
  Speaker 10: Transcended by cal Young Rice read for LibriVox Starckbory by Christina. I,
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  Speaker 10: who was learning death more off, held her to my
• 39:58
  Speaker 10: heart and spoke of Jay's We should love no more
• 40:01
  Speaker 10: in a long dust apart immortal. No, it cannot be
• 40:06
  Speaker 10: spirit with flush must die, though heart should prey and
• 40:09
  Speaker 10: homemade endless way reason would so outcry she died. They
• 40:15
  Speaker 10: wrapped her in the dust. I heard the doll clots doll,
• 40:18
  Speaker 10: and I knew she lived that death star plush could
• 40:21
  Speaker 10: never touch her soul and the poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 10: in the public domain.
• 40:33
  Speaker 5: Loves the Way to Childhood by Klee Young Rice read
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  Speaker 5: for Liverfox dot org. We are not lovers, you and
• 40:44
  Speaker 5: I upon this sunny lane, but children who have never
• 40:49
  Speaker 5: none loves, joy or pain. The trees whip us the
• 40:54
  Speaker 5: summer brook. The bird that o'er ours dots. We do
• 40:59
  Speaker 5: not no tis stay that thrill our childish hearts. The
• 41:05
  Speaker 5: earth things have no name for us. The ploughing's means
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  Speaker 5: no more than that they like to walk. The fields
• 41:16
  Speaker 5: will plough them all the road, the wood, the heaven.
• 41:23
  Speaker 5: The hills are not a world to day, but just
• 41:28
  Speaker 5: a place God's mate for us in which to play.
• 41:35
  Speaker 5: And of poem read for LibriVox dot org.
• 41:45
  Speaker 11: Autumn by Cale Young Rice read for LibriVox dot org
• 41:50
  Speaker 11: by Ian King. I know her not by fallen leaves,
• 41:56
  Speaker 11: or resting heaps of hay, or by the sheathing mists
• 41:59
  Speaker 11: of mauve that soothe the fiery day. I know her
• 42:04
  Speaker 11: not by plumping nuts, by redded hips and haws, or
• 42:10
  Speaker 11: by the silence hanging sad under the wind's sea pause.
• 42:16
  Speaker 11: But by her sighs. I know her well. They are
• 42:20
  Speaker 11: like sorrow's breath, And by this longing, strangely still for
• 42:27
  Speaker 11: something after death. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 11: the public domain.
• 42:42
  Speaker 7: Sinto by Killed Young Rice read for librovox dot Org
• 42:47
  Speaker 7: by Larry Wilson Miyajima, Japan, nineteen o five. Lolli Temple
• 42:55
  Speaker 7: and Torri Shrine, where the spirits of wind and wave
• 42:59
  Speaker 7: fe the worship and glory we give to the One God,
• 43:03
  Speaker 7: great and grave, Lowly Temple and Todi Shrine of the Dead.
• 43:09
  Speaker 7: I hang my prayer here on your gates the story
• 43:13
  Speaker 7: see and answer out of the earth and the air.
• 43:18
  Speaker 7: For I am Nature's child, and you were by the
• 43:21
  Speaker 7: children of nature built. Ages have on you smiled, and
• 43:26
  Speaker 7: you on you for ages has been spilt till you
• 43:30
  Speaker 7: are beautiful as time, mossy and mellowing ever makes rapped
• 43:35
  Speaker 7: as you are in law or rhyme of sounding, drum
• 43:40
  Speaker 7: and sudden breaks. This is my prayer, then this, that
• 43:46
  Speaker 7: I too may reverence all of life, lose no power,
• 43:50
  Speaker 7: and miss no high awe of the world with wonder rife.
• 43:55
  Speaker 7: That I may build in spirit, fair temples and todi
• 43:59
  Speaker 7: on each place that I have loved. Oh, hear it, Air,
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  Speaker 7: Ochan and earth, and grant your grace. End of poem.
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  Speaker 7: This recording is in the public domain.
• 44:23
  Speaker 9: Maya by Kil Young Rice read felibrevakstat Org by Anusha
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  Speaker 9: a year, Hiroshima, Japan, nineteen o five. Pale sampans up
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  Speaker 9: the river glide with set sails, vanishing and slow in
• 44:41
  Speaker 9: the blue west. The mountains hide as visions that too
• 44:44
  Speaker 9: soon will go across the ricelands flooded deep. The peasant
• 44:50
  Speaker 9: peacefully wides on, as in unfurrowed veils of sleep, a
• 44:56
  Speaker 9: phantom out of voidness drawn over the temple, cawing flies,
• 45:02
  Speaker 9: the crow with carry on in his beak. Buddha within
• 45:07
  Speaker 9: lifts not his eyes in pity or approval, meek, nor
• 45:12
  Speaker 9: in the bamboos where they bow a respite from the
• 45:16
  Speaker 9: blinding sun. The old priest dreaming painless. How Nirvana's calm
• 45:22
  Speaker 9: will come when won? All is illusion, Maya, all the
• 45:28
  Speaker 9: world of will, the spent east seems whispering in me,
• 45:33
  Speaker 9: And the call of life is but a call of
• 45:36
  Speaker 9: dreams and of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 45:48
  Speaker 2: A Japanese Mother by Kao Young Rice, recorded for or
• 45:54
  Speaker 2: by Jude. The young stalk sleeps in the pine tree
• 46:00
  Speaker 2: tops down on the brink of the river, My baby
• 46:05
  Speaker 2: sleeps by the bamboo cops, the bamboo cops where the
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  Speaker 2: rice field stops. The bamboo sigh and shiver. The white
• 46:17
  Speaker 2: fox creeps from his hole in the hill. I must
• 46:21
  Speaker 2: pray to Inari. I hear her calling me low and chill,
• 46:28
  Speaker 2: low and chill, when the wind is still at night
• 46:33
  Speaker 2: and the skies hang starry and ever she says he's dead.
• 46:41
  Speaker 2: He's dead, your lord, who went to battle? How shall
• 46:46
  Speaker 2: your baby now be fed a kibo, fed with rice
• 46:52
  Speaker 2: and bread? What if I hush his prattle? The red
• 46:57
  Speaker 2: moon rides as I slipped back, and the bamboo stems
• 47:02
  Speaker 2: are swaying. Inari was death, and yet the lack, the
• 47:07
  Speaker 2: fear and lack are gone, and the rack. I know
• 47:12
  Speaker 2: not why with praying, although in Auri cared not at all,
• 47:19
  Speaker 2: some of the god was kinder. I wonder why he
• 47:24
  Speaker 2: has heard my call, my giftless call. And what shall
• 47:29
  Speaker 2: befall hope has? But let me blinder. End of poems.
• 47:36
  Speaker 2: This recording is in the public domain.
• 47:44
  Speaker 9: The Dead Gods by kill young rice read flibbax dot
• 47:48
  Speaker 9: org bay a Nusha A year I thought I plunged
• 47:52
  Speaker 9: into that dire abyss, which is oblivion. The house of death.
• 47:57
  Speaker 9: I thought, they blew upon my soul the breadth of
• 48:01
  Speaker 9: time that was, but never more can be ten thousand
• 48:07
  Speaker 9: years within its void, I thought, I lay blind, deaf
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  Speaker 9: and motionless, until though with no eye nor ear, I
• 48:16
  Speaker 9: felt the thrill of seeing, heard its phantoms move and sigh.
• 48:23
  Speaker 9: First one beside me spoke in tones that told me
• 48:27
  Speaker 9: he once had been a god. Persephone, tear from thy
• 48:31
  Speaker 9: brow its withered crown, for we are King and Queen
• 48:36
  Speaker 9: of Tartarus no more. And that one shriveled scepter in
• 48:40
  Speaker 9: thy hand, Why dost thou clasp it? Still? Cast it away?
• 48:44
  Speaker 9: For now it hath no virtue that can sway dull shades,
• 48:48
  Speaker 9: or drive the furies to their spoil. Cast it away,
• 48:53
  Speaker 9: and give thy palm to mine. Perchance some unobliterated spark
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  Speaker 9: of memory shall this dismal dark. Perchance vain, vain love
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  Speaker 9: could not light such gloom. He sank. Then in great
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  Speaker 9: ruin by him moved another, as in travail of some
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  Speaker 9: thought near unto his berth, and soon from lips, distraught
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  Speaker 9: by aged silence, fell with hollow woe. Ah, Pluto, dost
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  Speaker 9: thou one time lord of sticks and achron, make moan
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  Speaker 9: of night and cold were we upon Olympus as of
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  Speaker 9: old laughter of thee would rock its festal height. But
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  Speaker 9: think think of me to whom or gloom or cold
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  Speaker 9: were more unknown than impotence. See the unhurled thunderbolt brought
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  Speaker 9: hence to mock me. When I dream, I still am jove.
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  Speaker 4: Too much.
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  Speaker 9: It was I withered in the breath and lay again
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  Speaker 9: ten thousand lifeless years. And then my soul shook, woke
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  Speaker 9: and saw three byers chiseled of solid night. Majestically the
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  Speaker 9: forms outlaid upon them were enwound, as with the silence
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  Speaker 9: of eternity, numbing repose dwelt o'er them, like a sea
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  Speaker 9: that long had lost tide, wave and roar in death.
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  Speaker 9: Ta Amon and Osiris are their names, a spirit hieroglyphed
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  Speaker 9: unto my soul. Tar Amon and Osiris they who stole
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  Speaker 9: the heart of Egypt from the god of gods. Ay
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  Speaker 9: they in these, pointing to many raiths that stood around
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  Speaker 9: bal Or mused indra, all whom frightened ignorance and sins up,
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  Speaker 9: all had given birth close huddled in despair. Their eyes
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  Speaker 9: were fixed upon a cloven slope down whose descent. Still
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  Speaker 9: other forms afresh from Earth were drawn by the unseizing
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  Speaker 9: mesh of time to their irrevocable end. They are the gods,
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  Speaker 9: once said the gods, whom men still taunt with whales
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  Speaker 9: for help. Then a deep light up bore me from
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  Speaker 9: the gulf, and through its might I heard the world's cry.
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  Speaker 9: God alone is God. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 9: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: The ant cast by Chao your Rice, recorded for or
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  Speaker 2: by Jude. I did not fear, but crept up close
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  Speaker 2: to Christ and said, is he not here? They drew
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  Speaker 2: me back, the seraphs, who have never bled their weary lack.
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  Speaker 2: But still I cried, with tall robe, clutching at his feet,
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  Speaker 2: Dear Christ, he died so long ago? Is he not here?
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  Speaker 2: Three days on fleet as mortal flow at time I've
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  Speaker 2: sought till Heaven's amaranth ways seem as sea. A nought,
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  Speaker 2: A grieving stole up from his heart and wend the
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  Speaker 2: gaze of his clear soul into my eyes. He is
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  Speaker 2: not here, troubled, he sighed, For none who dies be
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  Speaker 2: leafless may bend lips to this sin healing tide and
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  Speaker 2: live alway. Then darkness rose within me and drear bitterness
• 52:56
  Speaker 2: out of its thrones. I moaned, at last, let me go,
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  Speaker 2: Hence take off the dress, the charm thou hast around
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  Speaker 2: me stron beliefless. Too, am I without his love and
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  Speaker 2: loan unto the gate. They led me though with pitying
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  Speaker 2: damt I did not wait, but stepped across its portal,
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  Speaker 2: turned not once to heed or know my loss. Then
• 53:31
  Speaker 2: my dream broke, and with it every loveless creed beneath
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  Speaker 2: love stroke end of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 2: public domain.
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  Speaker 11: Call to your Mate Bob White by Kayleng Rice read
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  Speaker 11: Philiprovox dot Org by Ian King. A call to your mate,
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  Speaker 11: Bob White, Bob White, and I will call to mine.
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  Speaker 11: Call to her by the meadow gate, and I will
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  Speaker 11: call by the pine. Tell her the sun is hid,
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  Speaker 11: Bob White, the windy wheat sways west. Whistle again, call
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  Speaker 11: clear and run to lure her out of her nest.
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  Speaker 11: For when to the copse she comes, shy bird with
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  Speaker 11: Mary down the lane, I'll walk in the dusk of
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  Speaker 11: the locust tops and be her lover again. Aye, we
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  Speaker 11: will forget our hearts are old, and that our hair
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  Speaker 11: is gray. We'll kiss as we kissed at pale sunset,
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  Speaker 11: that summer's halcyon day, that day? Can it fade? Our
• 54:47
  Speaker 11: Bob Bob White, still calling calling, Still, We're coming a coming,
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  Speaker 11: bent and weighed, but glad with the old love's thrill
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  Speaker 11: and of poem. This recording is in public domain.
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  Speaker 6: The Dying Poet by Kayley Young Rise readfully privoxtot Org
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  Speaker 6: by Sonya The Dying Poet Swing in thy splendor o
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  Speaker 6: silent sun, drawing my heart with thee over the west.
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  Speaker 6: Done is its day, as thy day is done, Fall
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  Speaker 6: in its quest, swoon into purple and rose. Then die
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  Speaker 6: though to arise again out of the dawn, Die as
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  Speaker 6: I praise thee ere through the dark lie of death.
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  Speaker 6: I am drawn sunk art, thou sunken? How great was life? I,
• 55:47
  Speaker 6: like a child, could cry for it again, Cry for
• 55:51
  Speaker 6: its beauty, pang fleeting and strife, its women, its men,
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  Speaker 6: For how I drained it with love and delight, opened
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  Speaker 6: its heart with the magic of grief, reaped every season,
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  Speaker 6: its day and its night, loved every sheath. I not
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  Speaker 6: a meadow my step has trod, Never a flower swung
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  Speaker 6: sweet to my face, never a heart that was touched
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  Speaker 6: of God, but taught me its grace off from my lids.
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  Speaker 6: Then a moment yet fingering death. For again I must see,
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  Speaker 6: lifted by memory, all that I met under times lee.
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  Speaker 6: There I'm a child again, fair so fair under the
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  Speaker 6: eyes Does a marvel not burn? Speak? They not vision
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  Speaker 6: and frenzy? To dare that still in me? Yearn youth,
• 56:50
  Speaker 6: my wild youth, O blood of my heart? Still you
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  Speaker 6: can answer with swirling the thought still like the mountain
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  Speaker 6: born rapid, can dart joyous, distraught Love and her face
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  Speaker 6: again there by the wood, Come thou, invisible dark, with
• 57:08
  Speaker 6: thy mask? Shall I not learn if she lives? And
• 57:12
  Speaker 6: could I more of thee ask? Turn me away from
• 57:16
  Speaker 6: the ashen west, where Love's said planet unveils to the dusk.
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  Speaker 6: Something is stealing, like light from my breast, soul from
• 57:25
  Speaker 6: its husk soft, where the dead feel the buried dead,
• 57:30
  Speaker 6: Where the high hermit bell hourly tolls, bury me near
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  Speaker 6: to the haunting tread of life that over rolls. End
• 57:41
  Speaker 6: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: April by Chale Young Rice recorded Paul liprivoxtop All the
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  Speaker 2: by Jude A laughter of wind and the leaping of
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  Speaker 2: cloud and april. Oh, out under the blue, the brook
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  Speaker 2: is awake, and the blackbird loud in the jew But
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  Speaker 2: how does the robin hide in the beach beside the
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  Speaker 2: wood with its shake and toss? Know it the frenzy
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  Speaker 2: of bluets to reach through the moss and wear the lock?
• 58:25
  Speaker 2: Ever learn his speech up wildly sweet, he's over the
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  Speaker 2: mead is more than the rapture of earth can teach
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  Speaker 2: in its creed. I never shall know, I never shall care.
• 58:40
  Speaker 2: Tis Oh enough to live and to love, to laugh,
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  Speaker 2: and warble and dream, and dare are to prove. End
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  Speaker 2: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: August Guests by Cale Young Rice, read for Librevox dot
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  Speaker 7: Org by Larry Wilson. The wind slipped over the hill
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  Speaker 7: and down the valley. He dimpled the cheek of the
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  Speaker 7: rill with a cooling kiss, then hid on the bank
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  Speaker 7: of glee and began to rally the rushes. Oh, I
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  Speaker 7: love the wind for this. A cloud blew out of
• 59:23
  Speaker 7: the west and spilt his shower upon the lily bud
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  Speaker 7: crest with the clematis. Then over the virgin corn besprinkled
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  Speaker 7: a dour of dew gems and I love the cloud
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  Speaker 7: for this end of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 7: public domain.
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  Speaker 6: To a Dove by Kay Young Rice read fullyprivox dot
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  Speaker 6: Org by Sonya To a Dove one Daimello, Passioning amid
• 59:58
  Speaker 6: the leaves that trembled dimly in the summer dusk falls,
• 1:00:02
  Speaker 6: said along the oatland sallow sheaves and horns above the
• 1:00:06
  Speaker 6: runnel's voice, a husk with fleshy willow and bold wading
• 1:00:10
  Speaker 6: reed the solitude's dim spell. It breaketh not, but softer
• 1:00:15
  Speaker 6: mourns unto me from the mead than airs that in
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  Speaker 6: the wood intoning start or breath of silences, indels be
• 1:00:23
  Speaker 6: got to soothe some grief worn soul with sin A
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  Speaker 6: smart two, a voterous art, Thou of simplicity, who hath
• 1:00:33
  Speaker 6: one fane the heaven above thy nest one incense, love,
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  Speaker 6: one stealing litany of peace from rivered vale and upland crest,
• 1:00:44
  Speaker 6: yea thou art hers who makes prayer of the breeze,
• 1:00:48
  Speaker 6: hope of the cool upwelling from sweet soils, faith of
• 1:00:52
  Speaker 6: the darkening distance, charities of vesper scents, and of the
• 1:00:56
  Speaker 6: glow worm's throb joy whose first leaping ran the care
• 1:01:00
  Speaker 6: wound coils that would earth of its heavenliness rob three
• 1:01:07
  Speaker 6: but few, how few her worshipers. For we cast at
• 1:01:11
  Speaker 6: a myriade shrines our souls to rise, beliefless, unannointed, bound,
• 1:01:17
  Speaker 6: not free to sacrificing a vain sacrifice. Let thy lone
• 1:01:22
  Speaker 6: innocence then quickly null within our veins doubtleed and wrong
• 1:01:26
  Speaker 6: desire or drugging knowledge that but feels over full of
• 1:01:31
  Speaker 6: fever's mystery. The days we dign b thy warm notes
• 1:01:35
  Speaker 6: like an orphean liar, to lead us to life's arcady again.
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  Speaker 6: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain
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  Speaker 6: at Tinton Abbey by Kaye Young Rice Readfullybrivox dot Org
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  Speaker 6: by Sonia at Tinton Abbey, June nineteen o three o
• 1:02:01
  Speaker 6: Tintern Tintern. Evermore, my dreams, troubled by thy grave beauty
• 1:02:07
  Speaker 6: shall be borne thy crumbling loveliness, and ivy streams shall
• 1:02:12
  Speaker 6: speak to me for ever from this morn, the wind
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  Speaker 6: wild doors about thy arches, drifting clouds sweeping over thy ruin,
• 1:02:20
  Speaker 6: to the sea Great Tintern, all the hills about thee
• 1:02:24
  Speaker 6: lifting their misty waving woodland, verdant sea, The centuries that
• 1:02:30
  Speaker 6: draw thee to the earth in envy of thy desolated charm,
• 1:02:34
  Speaker 6: the summers and the winters, the sky's girth of sunny
• 1:02:38
  Speaker 6: blue or bleakness, seek thy arm. But would that I
• 1:02:41
  Speaker 6: were time, then only tender touch upon thee should fall
• 1:02:45
  Speaker 6: as on I sped of every pillar. Would I be
• 1:02:48
  Speaker 6: defender of every mossy window of thy dead, Thy dead
• 1:02:54
  Speaker 6: beneath obliterated stones, upon the sod that is at last
• 1:02:58
  Speaker 6: thy floor? Who is the Why not as it lonely
• 1:03:02
  Speaker 6: moans nor heat, thy gothic shadows, grieving o'er o tintern
• 1:03:07
  Speaker 6: tintern twisting place where never are wanting mysteries that move
• 1:03:12
  Speaker 6: the breast. I'll hear thy beauty calling are forever till
• 1:03:17
  Speaker 6: sings within me the last voice to rest. End of poem.
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  Speaker 6: This recording is in the public domain. Oh Go Not
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  Speaker 6: Out by Kaylee Young Rice read fulbrivox dot Org by Sonya,
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  Speaker 6: Oh Go not out, Oh Go not out? Upon the storm,
• 1:03:42
  Speaker 6: Go not my sweet to swall. She pool a which,
• 1:03:46
  Speaker 6: though she be dead, may charm thee and be fool
• 1:03:50
  Speaker 6: A wild night is her lover's moan. Down under ooze
• 1:03:54
  Speaker 6: and salty weed. She'll make thee hear and then her own,
• 1:03:58
  Speaker 6: till thou shalt he, and it will suck upon thy
• 1:04:02
  Speaker 6: heart the sorcery within her cry till madness out of thee,
• 1:04:07
  Speaker 6: upstart and rage to die for him she loved. She
• 1:04:12
  Speaker 6: laughed to death, And as afloat his chill hand lay
• 1:04:16
  Speaker 6: ha ha to Hella sent this wraith, did she not say,
• 1:04:21
  Speaker 6: And from his finger strive to draw the ring that
• 1:04:25
  Speaker 6: bound him to her spell till on her closed his hand,
• 1:04:28
  Speaker 6: whose awe no curse could quell, oh yea. And though
• 1:04:34
  Speaker 6: she struggled pale, did it not hold her cold and fast,
• 1:04:38
  Speaker 6: till crawled the tide over rock and swale to her.
• 1:04:41
  Speaker 6: At last, down in the pool where she was swept,
• 1:04:45
  Speaker 6: he holds her. Oh go not anear, for none has
• 1:04:50
  Speaker 6: heard her cry, but wept and died that year. End
• 1:04:55
  Speaker 6: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 10: Human Love, Thy call, Young Rice read for LibriVox r Org.
• 1:05:08
  Speaker 10: Like Christina, we spoke of God and fate, and of
• 1:05:14
  Speaker 10: that life which some await beyond the grave. It will
• 1:05:17
  Speaker 10: be fair, she said, but love is here. I only
• 1:05:20
  Speaker 10: crave thy breast, not God's when I am dead, for
• 1:05:23
  Speaker 10: he nor wants nor means My little wife but it
• 1:05:26
  Speaker 10: may be if I love thee and those whose sorrow
• 1:05:29
  Speaker 10: daily bleeds, he knows and somehow heeds and the poem
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  Speaker 10: This recording is in a public domain.
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  Speaker 6: Ashore by Kayle Young Rice read for LibriVox dot org
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  Speaker 6: by Sonya Ashore. What are the heaths and hills to me?
• 1:05:52
  Speaker 6: I am a longing for the sea? What are the
• 1:05:54
  Speaker 6: flowers that dapple the dell at the ripple of swallow
• 1:05:58
  Speaker 6: wings over the dusk? What the church and the folk
• 1:06:01
  Speaker 6: who tell their hearts to God? My heart is a husk.
• 1:06:06
  Speaker 6: I am a longing for the sea. Aye, For there
• 1:06:10
  Speaker 6: is no peace to me but on the peaceless sea.
• 1:06:13
  Speaker 6: Never a child was glad at my knee, and the
• 1:06:16
  Speaker 6: soul of a woman has never been mine. What can
• 1:06:19
  Speaker 6: a woman's kisses be? I feared to think how our
• 1:06:22
  Speaker 6: arms would twine. I am a longing for the sea.
• 1:06:27
  Speaker 6: So not a home and ease for me, but still
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  Speaker 6: the homeless sea, where I may swing my sorrow to
• 1:06:34
  Speaker 6: sleep in a hammock, hung over the voice of the waves,
• 1:06:38
  Speaker 6: where I may wake when the tempest seep and hurl
• 1:06:41
  Speaker 6: their hate, and the brave ship saves. I am a
• 1:06:44
  Speaker 6: longing for the sea. Then when I die a grave
• 1:06:49
  Speaker 6: for me, but in the graveless sea, where is no
• 1:06:52
  Speaker 6: stone for an eye to spell through the lichen a name,
• 1:06:56
  Speaker 6: a date, and averse. Let me be laid in the
• 1:07:00
  Speaker 6: deeps that swell and sigh and wonder an ocean hers.
• 1:07:04
  Speaker 6: I'm a longing for the sea and of poem. This
• 1:07:09
  Speaker 6: recording is in the public domain. The Victory by Kayley
• 1:07:18
  Speaker 6: Young Rice readfulibrivox dot org by Sonia. The Victory see
• 1:07:26
  Speaker 6: see the blows at his breast, the abyss at his back,
• 1:07:30
  Speaker 6: the perils and pains that pressed, the doubts in a
• 1:07:33
  Speaker 6: pack that hunted to drag him down have triumphed. And
• 1:07:37
  Speaker 6: now he sings who climbed for the crown to the
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  Speaker 6: summit's sprow. No though at the foot he lies fallen
• 1:07:46
  Speaker 6: and vain, with gaze to the peak whose skies he
• 1:07:49
  Speaker 6: could not attain. The victory is with strength, no matter
• 1:07:53
  Speaker 6: the past, he dairy again the dark length and the
• 1:07:57
  Speaker 6: fall at last end of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 6: the public domain. At Winter's End by Kayle Young Rice
• 1:08:12
  Speaker 6: read flibrivost dot org by Sonia. At Winter's End, the
• 1:08:17
  Speaker 6: weedy fallows winter worn, where kettle shiver under sodden hay,
• 1:08:22
  Speaker 6: the plowlands long and lorn, the fading day, the sullen
• 1:08:27
  Speaker 6: shudder of the brook, and winds that ring the rithen
• 1:08:30
  Speaker 6: trees in vain for drearier sounder look, the lonely rain,
• 1:08:36
  Speaker 6: the crows that train over desert skies, in endless caravans
• 1:08:40
  Speaker 6: that have no goal but flight, where darkness flies from
• 1:08:44
  Speaker 6: pole to pole, the somber zone of hills around that
• 1:08:49
  Speaker 6: shrink in misty mournfulness from sight with sunset. Aureole is
• 1:08:53
  Speaker 6: crowned before the night. End of poem. This recording is
• 1:08:59
  Speaker 6: in the Puppy domain. Mother Love by Kayle Young Rice
• 1:09:08
  Speaker 6: read flibrivox dot Org by Sonya. Mother Love, the seraphs
• 1:09:14
  Speaker 6: would sing to her, and from the river dip her
• 1:09:18
  Speaker 6: cool grails of radiant life. The angels would bring to her,
• 1:09:23
  Speaker 6: sadly aquiver laurels she never had won in Earth's strife,
• 1:09:28
  Speaker 6: and often they'd fly with her over the star spaces,
• 1:09:32
  Speaker 6: silent by worlds where mortals are penned. Yea even would
• 1:09:36
  Speaker 6: sigh with her, sigh with one faces when she sat
• 1:09:40
  Speaker 6: weeping of strange discontent, But one said, why weepest thou
• 1:09:45
  Speaker 6: here in God's heaven? Is it not fairer than soul
• 1:09:49
  Speaker 6: can see? Tis fair?
• 1:09:51
  Speaker 2: Are?
• 1:09:51
  Speaker 6: But keepest thou, not me, depriven of some one somewhere
• 1:09:56
  Speaker 6: who needeth most me. For though the they never fades
• 1:10:01
  Speaker 6: over these meadows, though he has robed me and crowned,
• 1:10:05
  Speaker 6: Yet yet some love fear forever shades always sear shadows.
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  Speaker 6: Had I no child there whom I forget? End of poem.
• 1:10:16
  Speaker 6: This recording is in the public domain. To a singing
• 1:10:25
  Speaker 6: Warbler by Kaylie Young Rice read for liprivoxtodleg by Sonya
• 1:10:30
  Speaker 6: to a singing warbler. Beauty all all is beauty? Was
• 1:10:37
  Speaker 6: ever a bird so wrong? No young in the nest,
• 1:10:41
  Speaker 6: no mate, no duty rivaled? Is this your song? Glad
• 1:10:46
  Speaker 6: it is ended? Are you the spring and its nuptial
• 1:10:50
  Speaker 6: fear and freedom is better than love? Beware you there
• 1:10:55
  Speaker 6: will be May next year beauty again, still beauty, Wait
• 1:11:01
  Speaker 6: till the winter comes, Till kestrel and hungry kite seek booty,
• 1:11:06
  Speaker 6: and the bleak cold benumbs wait nay fling it to heaven.
• 1:11:11
  Speaker 6: The false little song you prayed too sweet? Are its
• 1:11:15
  Speaker 6: fancies not to leaven even the rudest fate? End of
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  Speaker 6: poem This recording is in the public domain. Songs to
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  Speaker 6: ah R by Kay Young Rise read for LibriVox dot
• 1:11:34
  Speaker 6: Org by Sonia Songs to AhR one the World's and Mine.
• 1:11:43
  Speaker 6: The world may hear the wind at his trees, the
• 1:11:47
  Speaker 6: lark in her skies, the sea on his lease, may
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  Speaker 6: hear song rise on words as immortal as any that
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  Speaker 6: sound through Heaven's portal.
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  Speaker 1: But I have a music.
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  Speaker 6: They can never know the touch of you, soul of you,
• 1:12:03
  Speaker 6: heart of you. Oh all else that is said or sungs,
• 1:12:07
  Speaker 6: but the part of you be it forever. So two
• 1:12:13
  Speaker 6: love call in spring. Not only the lark, but the
• 1:12:17
  Speaker 6: robin too. Oh hard of my heart come into the wood,
• 1:12:21
  Speaker 6: is singing the air to gladness new as the breaking
• 1:12:24
  Speaker 6: bud and the freshet's flood. Not only the peeping grass
• 1:12:29
  Speaker 6: and descent, Oh love of my life, fly unto me
• 1:12:33
  Speaker 6: here of Violet's coming ere April spent, But the frogs
• 1:12:37
  Speaker 6: shrill cheer, and the crows wild jeer. Not only the blue,
• 1:12:42
  Speaker 6: not only the breeze, O, soul of my heart, Why
• 1:12:46
  Speaker 6: terry so long? But sun that is sweeter upon the
• 1:12:49
  Speaker 6: trees than rills that throng to the brooklet song oh
• 1:12:54
  Speaker 6: hard of my heart, Oh hard of my love, O
• 1:12:58
  Speaker 6: soul of my soul. Haste unto me, haste, for spring
• 1:13:02
  Speaker 6: is below and God is above. But all is a
• 1:13:06
  Speaker 6: waste without d haste. Three mating the bliss of the
• 1:13:13
  Speaker 6: wind in the red bud ringing? What shall we do
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  Speaker 6: with the april days? King Coup soon will be up
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  Speaker 6: and swinging? What shall we do with maize? The cardinal flings,
• 1:13:26
  Speaker 6: They are made for mating out on the bowie flutters
• 1:13:29
  Speaker 6: a flame, thrush flutes, echo for mating's elating. Love is
• 1:13:34
  Speaker 6: its other name. They know, know it, but better, oh better, dearest,
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  Speaker 6: than ever a bird in spring? Know we to make
• 1:13:43
  Speaker 6: each moment debtter unto love's burgeoning. Four untold, Could I
• 1:13:52
  Speaker 6: a poet implant the truth of Hugh, seize it and
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  Speaker 6: sow it as spring on the world. There were no
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  Speaker 6: need to fling forsooth of you? Fancies that only lovers
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  Speaker 6: heed no, but unfurled the bloom the sweet of you,
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  Speaker 6: as unto me they are opened oft, would with their
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  Speaker 6: beauty's breath repeat of you all that my heart breatheth
• 1:14:17
  Speaker 6: loud or soft. Five Love watch My Love's a guardian
• 1:14:24
  Speaker 6: angel who camps about thy heart, never to see thine enemy,
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  Speaker 6: nor from thee turn apart, whatever dark may shroud thee,
• 1:14:34
  Speaker 6: and tide thy stars away with vigil. Sweet his wings
• 1:14:37
  Speaker 6: shall beat about thee till the day six at Amalfi,
• 1:14:45
  Speaker 6: come to the window, you who are mine, Waken, the
• 1:14:48
  Speaker 6: nither is calling. Sit by me here with the moon's
• 1:14:52
  Speaker 6: fair shine into your deep eyes. Falling the sea afar
• 1:14:57
  Speaker 6: is a fearful gloom. Lean from the caseman and listen,
• 1:15:01
  Speaker 6: and near it breaks with a fairy's boom, spraying the
• 1:15:04
  Speaker 6: rocks that glisten. The little white town below lies deep
• 1:15:09
  Speaker 6: as eternity in slumber, Oh, you who are mine, How
• 1:15:13
  Speaker 6: a glance can reap beauties beyond all number, And how
• 1:15:19
  Speaker 6: as sails that at anchor ride our spirits rock together
• 1:15:23
  Speaker 6: on a sea of love, lit as this tide with
• 1:15:27
  Speaker 6: tenderest star weather till the gray dawn is reddening up
• 1:15:32
  Speaker 6: over the moon, low lying, Come come away, we have
• 1:15:36
  Speaker 6: drunk the cup ours is the dream undying. Seven. On
• 1:15:43
  Speaker 6: the Pacific, a storm broods far on the foam of
• 1:15:47
  Speaker 6: the deep. The moon path gleams before a day and
• 1:15:51
  Speaker 6: the night, a night and a day, and the way
• 1:15:54
  Speaker 6: love will be over six thousand wandering miles we have
• 1:15:58
  Speaker 6: come and never veres sail, have seen the sky above,
• 1:16:03
  Speaker 6: and the sea below, and the drifting clouds between. Yet
• 1:16:07
  Speaker 6: in our hearts, unheaving hope and light and joy have slept,
• 1:16:12
  Speaker 6: nor ever lonely has seemed the wave, though heaving wild
• 1:16:15
  Speaker 6: it leapt. For there is talismanic might within our vows
• 1:16:20
  Speaker 6: of love to breathe us over all seas of life
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  Speaker 6: on to that port above, where the great Captain of
• 1:16:28
  Speaker 6: all ships shall anchor them, or send them forth on
• 1:16:32
  Speaker 6: a vast voyage. Yea on one that shall not end.
• 1:16:37
  Speaker 6: And upon that we two, I think together still shall sail. Oh,
• 1:16:42
  Speaker 6: may it be my own? Or may we perish in
• 1:16:46
  Speaker 6: death's scale? End of poem. This recording is in the
• 1:16:51
  Speaker 6: public domain. Deartona by Kayley Young Rice readfulibrivox dot org
• 1:17:03
  Speaker 6: by Sonya Deatona. Winter has come in sacloths and ashes,
• 1:17:10
  Speaker 6: penance for summers and verdure chiefs. Bitterly, cruelly, bleakly, he
• 1:17:15
  Speaker 6: lashes his slimbs that are naked of grass and leaves.
• 1:17:21
  Speaker 6: He moans in the forest for since unforgiven, since of
• 1:17:25
  Speaker 6: the revelous days of June, moans while the sun drifts
• 1:17:29
  Speaker 6: dull from the heaven, giftless of heat's beshriving boon. Long
• 1:17:34
  Speaker 6: must he mourn, and long be his gorging. Long will
• 1:17:38
  Speaker 6: the day God aloof frown cold. Long will Earth listen
• 1:17:42
  Speaker 6: the rue of his strging till the dark beads of
• 1:17:45
  Speaker 6: his days are told? End of poem. This recording is
• 1:17:51
  Speaker 6: in the public domain.
• 1:17:57
  Speaker 2: To the Spring Wind Kale Young Rice, recorded for Livervox
• 1:18:03
  Speaker 2: dot org by jude Ah. What a changeling, yes, that
• 1:18:09
  Speaker 2: you dashed from the west, although it is spring and
• 1:18:15
  Speaker 2: scattered the hail with mainly act zest through the shivering
• 1:18:20
  Speaker 2: corn in scorn for the labor of God and man.
• 1:18:26
  Speaker 2: And now from the plentiful south you haste with lovingest
• 1:18:31
  Speaker 2: fingers to ruefully lift and wooingly fan the lily that
• 1:18:38
  Speaker 2: lingers a faint on the stalk, as if the chill
• 1:18:43
  Speaker 2: waist of the Earth's made dreams the flowers so full
• 1:18:48
  Speaker 2: of her joy, were not, as it seems, a wanton
• 1:18:53
  Speaker 2: attempt to destroy. End of poem. This recording is in
• 1:18:59
  Speaker 2: the public domain.
• 1:19:04
  Speaker 6: The Ramble by Kay Young Rice read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 6: org by Sonia. The Ramble down the Road which esthers
• 1:19:14
  Speaker 6: tangle through the gap where green briar twines, by the
• 1:19:17
  Speaker 6: path where dry leaves tangle seal from the ivy vines.
• 1:19:22
  Speaker 6: We go by sagy fallows and the longest stifled brook
• 1:19:27
  Speaker 6: till it stops in lushy mellows just at the bridge's crook.
• 1:19:31
  Speaker 6: Then again over fence through thicket to the mouth of
• 1:19:34
  Speaker 6: the rough ravine, where the weird leaf hidden cricket cheers
• 1:19:38
  Speaker 6: through the weirder green. There's a way over rocks, But
• 1:19:42
  Speaker 6: quicker is the beat of heart and foot, as the
• 1:19:44
  Speaker 6: beams above us flicker sun upon moss and root, and
• 1:19:48
  Speaker 6: we leap as wildness tingles from the air into our
• 1:19:52
  Speaker 6: blood with a cry through golden dingles hid in the
• 1:19:55
  Speaker 6: heart of the wood, Oh the wood with winds, a
• 1:19:58
  Speaker 6: wrestle with the nutton acorns drown, Oh the wood where
• 1:20:02
  Speaker 6: creepers trestle, tree unto tree overgrown. With a climb, the
• 1:20:07
  Speaker 6: ledging summit of the hill is reached in glee. For
• 1:20:10
  Speaker 6: an hour we gaze off from it into the sky's
• 1:20:13
  Speaker 6: blue sea. But the bell and sunset's crimson soon recall
• 1:20:17
  Speaker 6: the homeward path, and we turn as the glory dims
• 1:20:20
  Speaker 6: on the hayfields mounted math thro the soft and silent twilight.
• 1:20:25
  Speaker 6: We come to the style at last, as the clear,
• 1:20:29
  Speaker 6: undying eyelight of the stars tells days past. End of poem.
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  Speaker 6: This recording is in the public domain.
• 1:20:43
  Speaker 2: Return by ko Young Rice, recorded for librivotop or by
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  Speaker 2: Jude Ah. It was here September, and silence filled the air.
• 1:20:57
  Speaker 2: I came last year to remember, and mu hid away
• 1:21:01
  Speaker 2: from care. It was here I came. The fiftle was
• 1:21:06
  Speaker 2: trusting her seed to the wind. The quail in the
• 1:21:09
  Speaker 2: croft gave whistle as now, and the fields lay thinned.
• 1:21:15
  Speaker 2: I know how the hay was steeping brown mose under
• 1:21:19
  Speaker 2: mellow haze. How a frail cloud flock was creeping as
• 1:21:25
  Speaker 2: now over lone skyways just there where the catbird's calling
• 1:21:30
  Speaker 2: her mock hurt note by the shed. The use worn
• 1:21:34
  Speaker 2: rain was stalling in the weedy brooks dry bed, and
• 1:21:40
  Speaker 2: the cricket lone little chimer of day long dreams in
• 1:21:44
  Speaker 2: the vines churred on like a doting rhymer. O'er vein
• 1:21:50
  Speaker 2: of his firstling lines, he's near me now by the
• 1:21:54
  Speaker 2: astor beneath whose shadowy spray A sultry bee seeps as
• 1:22:01
  Speaker 2: the sun slips down the day, and there are the
• 1:22:05
  Speaker 2: tall primroses, like maidens, waiting to dance. They stood in
• 1:22:10
  Speaker 2: the same shy poses last year, as if to entrance
• 1:22:16
  Speaker 2: the stately mullions, to waken from death and lead them around.
• 1:22:22
  Speaker 2: And still they will stand untaken till drops their gold
• 1:22:27
  Speaker 2: to the ground. Yes, it was here September, and silence
• 1:22:33
  Speaker 2: round me yearned again. I've come to remember again, for
• 1:22:38
  Speaker 2: musing returned to the searing fields are swaging, and the
• 1:22:44
  Speaker 2: falling leaves sad barn away from the world's keen, waging
• 1:22:49
  Speaker 2: to harvest and hills and calm. End of poem. This
• 1:22:56
  Speaker 2: recording is in the public domain.
• 1:23:04
  Speaker 9: Lizette by Cale Young Rice read FORU lbuvastat Org by
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  Speaker 9: Anusha a year. Oh there was love in her heart,
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  Speaker 9: no doubt of it, under the anger. But see what
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  Speaker 9: came out of it?
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  Speaker 1: Not a knave.
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  Speaker 9: He a smitten rhyme, smatterer, cloaking in languor and heartache
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  Speaker 9: to flatter her, And just as a woman will, even
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  Speaker 9: the best of them, she yielded brittle. God, spare me
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  Speaker 9: the rest of them, For though but kisses she swore
• 1:23:43
  Speaker 9: he had of her. Was it so little?
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  Speaker 2: She thought?
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  Speaker 9: Twas not bad of her, said I would lavish a
• 1:23:51
  Speaker 9: burning hour full on any grisette and silenced me powerful.
• 1:23:58
  Speaker 9: But she was mine, and blood is inflammable for a Lizette.
• 1:24:03
  Speaker 9: My rage was undamnable. Couldest the Letto's one prick be prettier,
• 1:24:10
  Speaker 9: look at the gaping No, then you're her pitier. Pah,
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  Speaker 9: she is the better, and I I am your prisoner.
• 1:24:22
  Speaker 9: Loose me the strapping. I'll lay one more kiss on her.
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  Speaker 9: End of poem. This recording isn't the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: From One Blind by Cale Young Rice readfully privox dot
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  Speaker 6: org per Sonia from One Blind, I cannot say. Thy
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  Speaker 6: cheek is like the rose, thy hair, like rippled sunbeams,
• 1:24:50
  Speaker 6: and thine eyes like violets, april rich and sprung of God.
• 1:24:55
  Speaker 6: My barren gaze can never know what throws such boons
• 1:24:59
  Speaker 6: of beauty waken. Though I rise each day, I tremble
• 1:25:04
  Speaker 6: with the ruthless hope that light will pierce my useless lids,
• 1:25:08
  Speaker 6: then grope till night blind as the worm within his clod.
• 1:25:13
  Speaker 6: Yet unto me, thou art not less divine. I touch
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  Speaker 6: thy cheek and know the mystery hid within the twilight breeze.
• 1:25:22
  Speaker 6: I smooth thy hair, and understand how slipping ours may
• 1:25:26
  Speaker 6: twine themselves into eternity. Yea rid of all but love.
• 1:25:31
  Speaker 6: I kiss thine eyes and seem to see all beauty.
• 1:25:35
  Speaker 6: God himself may dream. Why then, should I over much
• 1:25:39
  Speaker 6: for earth side care and of poem? This recording is
• 1:25:44
  Speaker 6: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 11: In a cemetery by kill young Rice read philiprovoxtos org
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  Speaker 11: by Ian King. When autumns melancholy robes the land with
• 1:26:02
  Speaker 11: silence and sad fadings, mystical of other years moved through
• 1:26:08
  Speaker 11: the mellow fields, I turn unto this meadow of the dead,
• 1:26:13
  Speaker 11: strewn with the leaves stormed from october trees, and wonder
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  Speaker 11: if my resting shall be dug here by this seedar's moan,
• 1:26:25
  Speaker 11: or under the sway of yonder cypress lair of winds
• 1:26:29
  Speaker 11: that rove as valkyries sent from Valhalla's court in search
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  Speaker 11: of worthy, slain and sundry times. With questioning, I tease
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  Speaker 11: the entombed of their estate, seeking to know whether it
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  Speaker 11: is sweeter in the grave, to feel the oblivion of
• 1:26:49
  Speaker 11: nature's silent flow, or here to wander wistful o'er her face,
• 1:26:56
  Speaker 11: whether the harvesting of pain and joy, which men call
• 1:27:00
  Speaker 11: life ends, so or whether death pours the warm chrism
• 1:27:07
  Speaker 11: of immortality into each human heart whose glow is spent
• 1:27:14
  Speaker 11: and oft the silence hears me for a voice of
• 1:27:19
  Speaker 11: sighing wind may answer, or a gaze, though wordless, from
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  Speaker 11: a marble cyeraph's face, or sometimes from unspeakable deeps of
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  Speaker 11: gold that eb along the west, revealings wing and tremble
• 1:27:37
  Speaker 11: like ethereal swift tongues, unskilled of human speech, about my
• 1:27:42
  Speaker 11: heart till youth, age, death, even Earth's all, it seems,
• 1:27:49
  Speaker 11: are but brave moments wakened in that soul, to whom
• 1:27:54
  Speaker 11: infinities are as a span eternities, as bird flights o'er
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  Speaker 11: the sun, and worlds, as sands blown from Sahara's wilds
• 1:28:06
  Speaker 11: into the ceaseless surging of the sea. Then twilight hours
• 1:28:12
  Speaker 11: lead back my wandered spirit from out the wilderness of mystery.
• 1:28:17
  Speaker 11: Whence none may find a path to the unknown, and
• 1:28:21
  Speaker 11: chastened to content, I turn me home. End of poem.
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  Speaker 11: This recording is in the public domain. Waking by kil
• 1:28:39
  Speaker 11: Young Rice Dreadfullyprovox dot Org by Ian king O The
• 1:28:44
  Speaker 11: Long Dawn, the weary endless dawn, when sleeps oblivion is
• 1:28:50
  Speaker 11: torn away from love that died, with dying yesterday, but
• 1:28:56
  Speaker 11: still unburied in the heart lies on. Oh, the sick gray,
• 1:29:02
  Speaker 11: the twitter in the trees, the sense of human waking
• 1:29:05
  Speaker 11: o'er the earth, the quivering memories of love's fair birth,
• 1:29:11
  Speaker 11: now strown as deathless flowers, o'er its decease. Oh the regret,
• 1:29:19
  Speaker 11: and Oh regretlessness, striving for sovereignty within the soul. Oh
• 1:29:25
  Speaker 11: fear that life shall never more be whole and immortality,
• 1:29:30
  Speaker 11: but make it less? End of poem. This recording is
• 1:29:36
  Speaker 11: in the public domain. Storm ebb by Cale Young Rice
• 1:29:46
  Speaker 11: read Fullybrivox dot Org by Ian King Dusking Amber dimly
• 1:29:52
  Speaker 11: creeps over the vale, lit by the kildes. Silver sweeps
• 1:29:56
  Speaker 11: sad with his wail eastward. Swing the silent clouds into
• 1:30:02
  Speaker 11: the night, burdens of day. They seem in crowds, hurled
• 1:30:08
  Speaker 11: from Earth's sight. Tilting gulls whip whitely far over the lake,
• 1:30:14
  Speaker 11: tirelessly on, Oh, a boy in spa, till they overtake
• 1:30:19
  Speaker 11: shadow and mingled mist, and then vanish to wing still
• 1:30:24
  Speaker 11: the bewildering night fen where the waves ring dusking amber
• 1:30:30
  Speaker 11: dimly dies out of the vale, dead from the dunes,
• 1:30:34
  Speaker 11: the winds arise, ghosts of the gale and poem. This
• 1:30:42
  Speaker 11: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: Lingering by Cale Young Rice read Fullybrivox dot Org by
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  Speaker 6: Sonya Lingering. I lingered still when you were gone, when
• 1:31:00
  Speaker 6: trist and trust were o'er, while memory, like a wounded
• 1:31:04
  Speaker 6: swan in sorrow, sung love's lore. I lingered till the
• 1:31:10
  Speaker 6: whipper will had cried delicious pain over the wild wood.
• 1:31:15
  Speaker 6: In its thrill, I heard your voice again. I lingered,
• 1:31:19
  Speaker 6: and the mellow breeze blew to me, sweetly, dewed its
• 1:31:24
  Speaker 6: touch awoke the sorceries your last caresses brood. But when
• 1:31:29
  Speaker 6: the night with silent start had sown her starry seed,
• 1:31:34
  Speaker 6: the harvest which sprang in my heart was loneliness and need.
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  Speaker 6: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 1:31:50
  Speaker 6: Fawn Call by Cale Young Rice, Dreadfully Brivox DoD Org
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  Speaker 6: Basonya fan call oh, who is as he will follow
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  Speaker 6: me with the singing down sunny roads, where windy odes
• 1:32:05
  Speaker 6: of the woods are ringing, where leaves are tossed from
• 1:32:09
  Speaker 6: branches lost in a tangle of vines that vie to
• 1:32:13
  Speaker 6: clamber high, but to vault and dangle. Oh who is he?
• 1:32:19
  Speaker 6: His eye must be as a lover's to leap and
• 1:32:22
  Speaker 6: woo the chicories hyewe in the hazel hovers. His hope
• 1:32:27
  Speaker 6: must stance like radiance that hurries to scatter shades from
• 1:32:31
  Speaker 6: the silent blades where the quick hare scurries. And he
• 1:32:36
  Speaker 6: must see that Autumn's glee and her laughter from his
• 1:32:40
  Speaker 6: lips and heart will quell all smart of before and after.
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  Speaker 6: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 1:32:56
  Speaker 7: The Lighthousemen by kill Young Rice for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 7: by Larry Wilson. When at evening, smothered lightnings burned the
• 1:33:07
  Speaker 7: clouds with fretted fires, when the stars forget to glisten,
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  Speaker 7: and the winds refuse to listen to the song of
• 1:33:15
  Speaker 7: my desires, Oh my love unto thee, When the livid
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  Speaker 7: breakers anger to churn against my stormy tower, When the
• 1:33:25
  Speaker 7: petrol flying faster brings an omen to the master of
• 1:33:29
  Speaker 7: his vessel's fated hour, Oh the reefs, ah the sea.
• 1:33:35
  Speaker 7: Then I climb the climbing stairway, turn the light across
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  Speaker 7: the storm you are watching fisher maiden for the token
• 1:33:44
  Speaker 7: flashes laden with a love death could not harm. Lo
• 1:33:49
  Speaker 7: they come swift and free. One that means I think
• 1:33:55
  Speaker 7: of THEE. Two I swear me thine, ah hear me
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  Speaker 7: though you sleep? Is that I know THEE mind through
• 1:34:05
  Speaker 7: the darkness.
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  Speaker 12: One, two three, All the night they sweep through raging
• 1:34:12
  Speaker 12: darkness or the deep one and two and three.
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  Speaker 7: End a poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 1:34:28
  Speaker 6: Serenity by Kaylee young Rice read fullybrivox dot org personia
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  Speaker 6: Serenity and could I love it more? This simple scene
• 1:34:40
  Speaker 6: of codstrewn hills and fields long harvested that lie as
• 1:34:45
  Speaker 6: if forgotten, were all green, so bare, so dead? Or
• 1:34:50
  Speaker 6: could my gaze more tenderly entwine each pallid beach and
• 1:34:55
  Speaker 6: silvery sycamore outreaching arms in patience to divide. If winter
• 1:35:01
  Speaker 6: is over? Ah? No, the wind has blown into my veins,
• 1:35:06
  Speaker 6: the blue infinity of sky, the scents of meadows free
• 1:35:11
  Speaker 6: today from icy panes, from wintry vents, and sunny peace,
• 1:35:17
  Speaker 6: more virgin than the glow falling from Eve's first star
• 1:35:21
  Speaker 6: into the night, brings hope, believing what it never can
• 1:35:25
  Speaker 6: know with mortal sight. End of poem. This recording is
• 1:35:31
  Speaker 6: in the public domain.
• 1:35:38
  Speaker 11: Once in June by Cale Young Rice read filiprivox dot
• 1:35:42
  Speaker 11: org by Ian King. I knew she would come. Sarcastic
• 1:35:48
  Speaker 11: November laughed cold and glum on the last red ember
• 1:35:53
  Speaker 11: of forest leaves. He was laughing the scorner at me
• 1:35:59
  Speaker 11: forlorna than any that grieves, because I asked him if
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  Speaker 11: June would come. But I knew she would come. When
• 1:36:09
  Speaker 11: snow hearted winter gripped river and loam, and the wind
• 1:36:13
  Speaker 11: sped flinter on icy heel, I was chafing my sorrow
• 1:36:19
  Speaker 11: and yearning to borrow a hope that would steal across
• 1:36:23
  Speaker 11: the hours till June should come. And now she is
• 1:36:29
  Speaker 11: here the wanton. I follow her steps ever near to
• 1:36:34
  Speaker 11: the shade of the hollow where violets blow, and chide
• 1:36:38
  Speaker 11: her for leaving, though half believing she taunted me so
• 1:36:44
  Speaker 11: to make her abided return more dear. End of poem.
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  Speaker 11: This recording is in the public domain.
• 1:37:00
  Speaker 7: Sirit of Rain by kil Young Rice read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 7: dot org by Larry Wilson, Miaushta, Japan, nineteen oh five.
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  Speaker 7: Spirit of Rain, with all thy mountain mists that wandered
• 1:37:17
  Speaker 7: lonely as a gray train of souls, newly discarnate, seeking
• 1:37:22
  Speaker 7: new life, only spirit of rain leading them through dimtori
• 1:37:28
  Speaker 7: up fane ways onward till not in vain they tremble
• 1:37:32
  Speaker 7: upon the peaks and plunge, rejoicing downward spirit of rain.
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  Speaker 7: So would I lead my dead thoughts high and higher
• 1:37:42
  Speaker 7: till they regain birth and the beauty of a new
• 1:37:45
  Speaker 7: life's fire. End a poem. This recording is in the
• 1:37:51
  Speaker 7: public domain.
• 1:37:57
  Speaker 11: Autumnate the Bridge by kil Young red forlibrivox dot Org
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  Speaker 11: by Ian King, Brown, dropping of leaves, soft rush of
• 1:38:08
  Speaker 11: the wind, slow searing of sheaves on the hill, green
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  Speaker 11: plunging of frogs, cool lisp of the brook, far barking
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  Speaker 11: of dogs at the mill, hot hanging of clouds, high
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  Speaker 11: poise of the hawk, flush, laughter of crowds from the ridge,
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  Speaker 11: not falling quail calling, wheel, rumbling bee, mumbling, Oh, sadness, gladness,
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  Speaker 11: madness of an autumn day at the bridge. Head of poem.
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  Speaker 11: This recording is in public domain.
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  Speaker 10: Tearless I kill young of rice bread for a dot
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  Speaker 10: org Like Christina, do women weep? Women have died? It
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  Speaker 10: cannot be, for I have sat here by his side,
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  Speaker 10: breathing dear names against his face that he must list
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  Speaker 10: to were his place over God's throne? Yet have I
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  Speaker 10: wept no tear and made no moan? Do women weep? Not?
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  Speaker 10: GAZETI night grief seems in vain? Do women weep? I
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  Speaker 10: was his bride. They brought him to me, cold and pale.
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  Speaker 10: Upon his lids. I saw the trail of deathly pain.
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  Speaker 10: They said, her tears will fall like autumn rain. I
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  Speaker 10: cannot weep, not if hot tears drops on his lids
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  Speaker 10: might burn him back to life, and ears of yearning
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  Speaker 10: love with any rise to flood the anguish from my eyes.
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  Speaker 10: And I am his bride?
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  Speaker 2: Ah Me, do.
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  Speaker 10: Woman weep when men have died? End of poem. This
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  Speaker 10: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Sun Set Lovers by Cale Young Rice read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 1: dot org by Subar Chanda www dot subar singhs dot com.
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  Speaker 1: Upon how many a hill across, how many a field beside,
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  Speaker 1: how many a rivers RESTful flowing? They stand with eyes
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  Speaker 1: a thrill, and hearts of darew healed, gazing o wistful
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  Speaker 1: sun upon thy going. They have forgotten life, forgotten sunless death,
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  Speaker 1: desire is gone is it not gone forever? No memory
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  Speaker 1: of strife have they, or painsick breath, no hopes to
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  Speaker 1: fear or fears. Hope cannot siver silent. The gold steals
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  Speaker 1: down the west, and mystery moves deeper in their hearts
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  Speaker 1: and settles darker. This faded the day's crown, but strange
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  Speaker 1: and shadowy. They see the unseen as night falls, stark
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  Speaker 1: and starker. Like priests whose altar fires ask fent immovable,
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  Speaker 1: they stand in awful ecstasy, uplifted zapphires, awake tree liars,
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  Speaker 1: the starry deeps are full Earth with a mystic majestic
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  Speaker 1: is gifted ah sunset lovers, though time were but pulsing
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  Speaker 1: pain and death no more than its eternal ceasing. Who
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  Speaker 1: do you not choose to throw hold the oblivion vain
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  Speaker 1: to have beheld so many a days? Releasing end of Palm.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: The Empty Cross by Cale Young Rice, read for Librovox
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  Speaker 7: dot Org by Larry Wilson. The eve of Golgartha had come,
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  Speaker 7: and Christ lay shrouded in the garden tomb among the olives. Oh,
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  Speaker 7: how dumb, how sad the sun incarnadined the gloom, the
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  Speaker 7: hill grew dim, the pleading cross reached empty arms toward
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  Speaker 7: the closing gate. Jerusalem, O count thy loss, O hear ye,
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  Speaker 7: hear ye, ere it be too late, reached bleeding arms.
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  Speaker 7: But how in vain the murmurous multitude within the wall
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  Speaker 7: already had forgot his pain. Tomorrow would forget the cross
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  Speaker 7: and all they knew. Not Rome before its sign bending
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  Speaker 7: her brow, bound with the nation's threen, would sweep all
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  Speaker 7: lands from Nile to Rhine in servitude. Unto the Nazarene,
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  Speaker 7: nor knew that millions would forsake ancestral shrines great with
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  Speaker 7: the glow of time and lifting up its token, shake
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  Speaker 7: eons with thrill of love, or battle's crime with empty arms.
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  Speaker 7: Ali oft stood ah scribe and pharisee ye builded well.
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  Speaker 7: The cross implotted with his blood mounts highest hope of
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  Speaker 7: men against Earth's hell in the poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 7: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Unburthened by Cale Young Rice, read forlibritwokx dot org by
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  Speaker 1: Subar Chander www dot Subar Singhs dot com. Not grief
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  Speaker 1: nor the sunny wine of gladness steps my spirit as
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  Speaker 1: I gaze over these meats that lie encarmented in stubble
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  Speaker 1: robes of winter very brown. For as those solitary trees
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  Speaker 1: afar have reached unbudding bows to the dim day and
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  Speaker 1: melted on the infinite calm of space, so have I reached,
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  Speaker 1: and am no more distraught with the quivering pangs of
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  Speaker 1: memories yesterday. But the bone of blue skies deeper than
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  Speaker 1: despair of rest, that rises as a tide of sleep,
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  Speaker 1: of care, bone on the plumes of swanswift clouds away
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  Speaker 1: to the sullen shades of the low west, have lulled
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  Speaker 1: my soul with soft infinitude, and lent it Faith's illimitable peace.
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  Speaker 1: End of Palm. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Song by Cale Young Rice, read forlibrivox dot org by
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  Speaker 1: Subar Chanda www dot subar singhs dot com. Her voice
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  Speaker 1: is vibrant beauty dipped in dreams of infinite sorrow and
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  Speaker 1: delight through an awaiting soul It slipped and low words
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  Speaker 1: spring that breathe immortal end of Palm. This recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain. To her who shall Come, by
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  Speaker 1: Cale Young Rice, read forlibrivox dot org by Subar Chanda
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  Speaker 1: www dot Subar Singhs dot com out of the night
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  Speaker 1: of lovelessness. I call THEE as in a chill chamber,
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  Speaker 1: where no rays of unbelievable light and freedom fall might
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  Speaker 1: cry one manacled, And though the ways thou wilt come,
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  Speaker 1: I cannot see, though my heart souled with emptiness, when
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  Speaker 1: morning's silent grace wake me to long aloneness. Yet I
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  Speaker 1: know thou hast been with me, who like dawn, will
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  Speaker 1: go beside me when I have found thee. Evermore so
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  Speaker 1: in the garden of my heart. Each day I plant
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  Speaker 1: thee a flower, now the pansy peace, and now the
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  Speaker 1: lily faith, or now a spray of the climbing ivy hope,
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  Speaker 1: And they never cease around the still unblossoming rows of
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  Speaker 1: love to bend in flagrant tribute to a sway. Then
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  Speaker 1: for thy shelter from life's sulterer suns, the oak of
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  Speaker 1: strength I set over joy that runs with brooklet glee
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  Speaker 1: from winds that grieve above. But where now art thou
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  Speaker 1: watching with Love's eye? The eave star wander listening through
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  Speaker 1: dim trees, Some thrilled musin of the forest cry from
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  Speaker 1: his leafy minaret, or by the sea's blue brim, while
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  Speaker 1: the spectral moon half over it hangs like the fiery
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  Speaker 1: isle of Avalon. Do these my yearnings speak to thee
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  Speaker 1: of Day's thy feet have never trod sweet? Sweet, Oh
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  Speaker 1: more than sweet? My own must be our meeting's mystic pangs,
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  Speaker 1: and will be soon for lovelast night near to day dreaming,
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  Speaker 1: God called me through the space built sphere of heaven
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  Speaker 1: and said, come waiting one, and lay thine ear unto
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  Speaker 1: my heart. There thou shalt hear the secrets of this
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  Speaker 1: world where evils war. Such things I heard, as must
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  Speaker 1: rend mortal clay to tell, and trembled till God, pitying, said, listen,
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  Speaker 1: oh my love, I heard thee sing out of thy
• 1:47:29
  Speaker 1: window to the morning star. End of palm. This recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. Storm Twilight by Cale Young Rice,
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  Speaker 1: read by libriwalkx dot org by Subar Chanda www dot
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  Speaker 1: subar sings dot com. Tossings, swirlings, swept by the wind,
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  Speaker 1: beaten aboft by the rain, The swallows high in the
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  Speaker 1: sodden sky, circle oft and again they rise and sing
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  Speaker 1: and drift and swing twitterless in the chill. A haste
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  Speaker 1: for stark is the coming dark over the wet of
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  Speaker 1: the hill, wildly, swiftly. At last they stream into their
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  Speaker 1: chimney home, a livid gash in the west, a crash,
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  Speaker 1: then silence, sadness, glow. End of Palm. This recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain. Slaves by Cale Young Rice read
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  Speaker 1: for libertywalkx dot org by Subar Chanda www dot subar
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  Speaker 1: sings dot com. A host of bloody centuries lie prone
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  Speaker 1: upon the fields of time, but still the wake of progress.
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  Speaker 1: Loud is haunted with the groan of myriads, from whose
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  Speaker 1: peaceful way means to slack his scrlet thirst has war,
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  Speaker 1: fierce follyphyme of faith, insatiately drunk life stream we bid
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  Speaker 1: the courier lightning leap along its instant path with spirit speed,
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  Speaker 1: command stars lost in night eternity to throng before the
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  Speaker 1: magnet eye of science, stand on glory, speak and triumphingly
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  Speaker 1: cry out mastery of Earth and sea and air. But
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  Speaker 1: unto vast necessity we bear our piteous breasts and impotently die.
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  Speaker 1: End of Palm. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Ourwell to the Nightingale by Cale Young Rice read for
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  Speaker 1: libritwokx dot org by Subar Chander www dot subar singhs
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  Speaker 1: dot com. Though thou hast never unpenned thy pain delight
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  Speaker 1: upon these airs, bird of the poet's love. Yet must
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  Speaker 1: I sing thy singing, for the knight has poured her
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  Speaker 1: jewels o'er the lap of heaven, As they who hear
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  Speaker 1: THEE say, thou dost above the woods such ecstasies as
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  Speaker 1: were not given by nestling breasts of wenus to the
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  Speaker 1: tao oft Have I watched the moon, with her fair
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  Speaker 1: gold still clung to by the tattered mists of the day,
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  Speaker 1: arise and look for thee. Then hope grew bold, and
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  Speaker 1: almost I could see how the near laurels would tremble
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  Speaker 1: with thy trembling. But the sway of Barts, who wreathed
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  Speaker 1: thee with unfading corals, has held my longing lips from
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  Speaker 1: this poor lay. But take it now, and if the Lak,
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  Speaker 1: who is too high for earth, may we for praise
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  Speaker 1: with THEE in aery rhapsodie. Yet it is his to
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  Speaker 1: sing of day and joy, while thou of sorrow and
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  Speaker 1: night over hovering sing'st So thou'lt be more dear than he,
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  Speaker 1: till hearts shall cease to borrow from grief the healing
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  Speaker 1: for life's mystery, end of pom. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Wildness by kill Young Rice read for LibriVox dot org
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  Speaker 7: by Larry Wilson. To drift with the drifting clouds, and
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  Speaker 7: blow with the blow of breezes, to ripple with waves,
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  Speaker 7: and murmur with caves, to soar as the sea mew pleases,
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  Speaker 7: to dip with the dipping sails, and burn with the
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  Speaker 7: burning heaven my life, my soul, for the infinite role
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  Speaker 7: of a day to wildness given, end of poem. This
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  Speaker 7: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 11: Before Autumn by Kail Young Rice read for Librovoxtoto by
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  Speaker 11: Ian King. Summer's last moon has waned waned as amber
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  Speaker 11: fires of an Aztec shrine. The invisible breath of coming
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  Speaker 11: death has stained the withering leaves with its Nepanthian whine.
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  Speaker 11: Autumns near winds in the woodland moan moan as memories
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  Speaker 11: of a chilling yaw. Magnolia seeds like Indian beads are
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  Speaker 11: strown from crimson pods along the Earth's sea. A floor
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  Speaker 11: autumns near solitude slowly steals steals her silent way by
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  Speaker 11: the songless brook, at the gnarly yoke of a solemn oak.
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  Speaker 11: She kneels the musing joy of sadness in her look.
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  Speaker 11: Autumns near yes with her golden days, days when hope
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  Speaker 11: and toil are at peace and rest. Autumn is near,
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  Speaker 11: and the tired year mid praise lies down with leaf
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  Speaker 11: and blossom on his breast Autumn's near end of poem.
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  Speaker 11: This recording is in public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Fulfillment by Cale Young Rice, read for librivokx dot org
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  Speaker 1: by Subar Chamber www dot Subar Singhs dot com. A
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  Speaker 1: bask in the mellow beauty of the ripening sun, sat
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  Speaker 1: with the lingering sense of summer's purpose done. The shone
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  Speaker 1: and searing fields stretched from me one by one along
• 1:53:52
  Speaker 1: the creek. The constalks drop their shadows down the fallow hill,
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  Speaker 1: wearing autumnal warmth. The farm sleeps by the mill. Around
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  Speaker 1: each heavy eve, low smoke hangs blue, and still life's
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  Speaker 1: flow is weak. Along the weedy roads and lanes, I
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  Speaker 1: walk or pause, ponder a fallen nut or quirking crow,
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  Speaker 1: whose cause seen with prehuman hintings fraught or ancient owws
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  Speaker 1: of forest deeps, of forest deeps. The pale faced hunter,
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  Speaker 1: never trod nor Indian, with the silence stealth of nature,
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  Speaker 1: shod deep stends with the timelessness and solitude of God,
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  Speaker 1: who never sleeps, and many times has autumn on her
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  Speaker 1: harvest way, gathered again into the earth, leaf fruit and spray.
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  Speaker 1: Here many times dwelt rueful as she dwells today the
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  Speaker 1: while she reaps end of palm. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain. Last Sight of Land by Cale Young Rice,
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  Speaker 1: read for LibriVox dot org by Subar Chanda www dot
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  Speaker 1: subar sings dot com. The clouds in woe hang far
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  Speaker 1: and dim. I look again, and lo only a faint
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  Speaker 1: and shadow line off shore. I watch it go. The
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  Speaker 1: gulls have left the ship and wheel back to the
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  Speaker 1: cliff's gray wraith. Will it be so of all our
• 1:55:28
  Speaker 1: thoughts when we set sail on death? And what will
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  Speaker 1: be the last sight be of life? As lone we
• 1:55:35
  Speaker 1: fare and fast grief and the face we love in mist?
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  Speaker 1: Then night and ow too vast, or the dear light
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  Speaker 1: of hope like that, oh see from the lost shore,
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  Speaker 1: kindling and calling onward, you shall reach the evermore end
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  Speaker 1: of palm. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 10: Silence by Kill Young Rice, read for LibriVox star Org
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  Speaker 10: by Christina. Silence is song unheard, His beauty never born,
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  Speaker 10: is lights forgotten, left un stirred upon creation's morn, and
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  Speaker 10: the poem. This recording is in a public domain. End
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  Speaker 10: of Songs served by Kill Young Rice