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Heart of Spring - Shaw Neilson · The Art of Public Speaking

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  Speaker 1: Preface of Heart of Spring by Shaw Nielson. This is
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  Speaker 1: a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox dot org.
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  Speaker 1: Recording by Kay Williams. John Shawn Nielson was born at Pinola,
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  Speaker 1: South Australia on twenty second February eighteen seventy two. By race,
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  Speaker 1: he is all Scottish. His grandparents were William Nielson and
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  Speaker 1: Jesse MacFarlane of Cooper, Neil McKinnon of Skye, and Margaret
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  Speaker 1: Stuart of Greenwick. His father was a farmer and contractor
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  Speaker 1: who removed to Victoria when Nielson was nine years of age.
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  Speaker 1: The boy had little schooling and early went to work
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  Speaker 1: in the hard way of the bush. In that way
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  Speaker 1: he has remained. Poems were long meditated and slowly brought
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  Speaker 1: to utterance. His equipment was a few books, well conned,
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  Speaker 1: the strong blood of his race and the high heart
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  Speaker 1: of his ancestry. Though his work is fully modern, it
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  Speaker 1: affirms the celt But in Nielsen the mystery is made lucid.
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  Speaker 1: He does not gather flowers a fairy. He preserves the
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  Speaker 1: odor of blossoms perished long ago. Without the circumstance, he
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  Speaker 1: transmutes the celtic essence. John Nielsen, his father, also wrote
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  Speaker 1: and published verses, and some of them, like the following,
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  Speaker 1: have a rare value. The last time, it is the
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  Speaker 1: last time, darling, we shall meet, that we must breathe
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  Speaker 1: along a last the jew Your eyes will follow love,
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  Speaker 1: to watch my ship grow dim and lessen in the
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  Speaker 1: distant blue, when outward bound for yonder distant climb, while
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  Speaker 1: murmuring through your tea for the last time. Yet other
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  Speaker 1: lips and hours have said goodbye, with hearts unmoved and careless,
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  Speaker 1: turned away and knew not they were parting for all time,
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  Speaker 1: while flowers were blooming and the birds were gay, there
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  Speaker 1: was no bell to toll with mournful chime. They parted and
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  Speaker 1: knew not twas the last time. And other eyes and
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  Speaker 1: ours my love, shall see the white moon wither in
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  Speaker 1: the western sky, and other eyes and hours shall look
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  Speaker 1: their last across the waves to see the red sun die,
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  Speaker 1: while like some half forgotten childhood's rhyme, they speak the
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  Speaker 1: words we speak for the last time. The goodly ships
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  Speaker 1: lie broken at the haven. Fair tresses float upon the
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  Speaker 1: heaving tide, and riderless, the steed comes home at even
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  Speaker 1: the unseen shadow follows by our side, follows through winter's chill,
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  Speaker 1: in summer's prime, until we say goodbye for the last time.
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  Speaker 1: But we shall meet again. Love cannot die, an infinite
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  Speaker 1: soul with soul shall blend in other worlds. Be the
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  Speaker 1: time far or nigh. Surely this little life is not
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  Speaker 1: the end, and tears will fall in heavenly sphere. Sublime
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  Speaker 1: and sighing sorrow weep for the last time. Sean Nielsen
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  Speaker 1: repeats this simplicity, this emotion, with a richer imagination and
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  Speaker 1: more skillful workmanship. Remarkable are the melody of his verse,
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  Speaker 1: the ease and strength of his rhythms, his mastery of
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  Speaker 1: time and cadence, his intuitive sense of words. Lines such
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  Speaker 1: as and all this sighing bloom that takes the Jew
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  Speaker 1: have the touch of Shakespeare. The pure depth of his
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  Speaker 1: feeling recalls Blake. His verses come like Blake's children, with
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  Speaker 1: innocent faces clean. To these gifts are added visions of fancy,
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  Speaker 1: sympathy with humanity, and the passion of a man. Some
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  Speaker 1: of his work, magnificent in Pathos, perfectly expressed, is unsurpassed
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  Speaker 1: in the range of English lyrics, first of Australian poets.
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  Speaker 1: He reflects lasting honor on the land that bred him.
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  Speaker 1: End of preface. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Section one Heart of Spring by Sean Nielsen read Forliveryvox
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  Speaker 2: dot org viol mapstone, Oh, Heart of Spring, sprays of
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  Speaker 2: light and love and joyous day, so soon to find
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  Speaker 2: beneath the fiery summer still smiles the earth eager for
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  Speaker 2: thee allway, Welcome art thou, so ever short, thy stay,
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  Speaker 2: thou bold, thou blithe newcomer. Whither o whither this thy
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  Speaker 2: journeying o Heart of Spring, O, Heart of Spring. After
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  Speaker 2: the stormy days of winter's reign, when the keen winds
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  Speaker 2: their last lament, are sighing, the sun shall raise thee
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  Speaker 2: up to life again in thy dim death, Thou shalt
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  Speaker 2: not suffer pain. Surely thou dost not fear this quiet dying.
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  Speaker 2: Whither o whither blithe thee journeying o Heart of Spring, Oh,
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  Speaker 2: Heart of Spring, Youth's emblem ancient as unchanging lights, uncomprehended, unconsumed,
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  Speaker 2: still burning, Oh, that we could, as THEE rise from
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  Speaker 2: the knights, to find a world of blossoms, lilac white
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  Speaker 2: and long wing swallows, unafraid returning whither oh whither this
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  Speaker 2: thy journeying o Heart of Spring? End of section one.
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  Speaker 2: This Livery Box recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Section two Green Singer by Seaw Nielsen Readburlibreyfox dot Org
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  Speaker 3: by M Lee. All singers have shadows that follow like fears.
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  Speaker 3: But I know a singer who never saw tears. A
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  Speaker 3: gay love, a green love delights on divine the spring
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  Speaker 3: is that singer, an old love of mine. A players
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  Speaker 3: have shadows into the play. Old sorrows will saunter, sorrows
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  Speaker 3: will stay. But here is a player whose speech is divine.
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  Speaker 3: The spring is that player, an old love of mine.
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  Speaker 3: All singers grow heavy the hours as they run, bite
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  Speaker 3: up all the blossoms, suck up all the sun. But
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  Speaker 3: I know a singer the lightsome, divine, the gay love,
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  Speaker 3: the green love, an old love of mine. And of
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  Speaker 3: section two. This Libbyvox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Section three. Song Be Delicate by Sean Nielsen read for
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  Speaker 4: Librevox dot Org by Andrew Todler. Let your Song be Delicate.
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  Speaker 4: The Skies declare no war. The eyes of lovers wake everywhere.
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  Speaker 4: Let your voice be delicate. How faint a thing is love,
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  Speaker 4: little love crying under the spring. Let your song be delicate.
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  Speaker 4: The flowers can hear too well. They know the tremble
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  Speaker 4: of the hollow year. Let your voice be delicate. The
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  Speaker 4: bees are home. All their day's love is sunken, safe
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  Speaker 4: in the calm. Let your song be delicate. Sing no
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  Speaker 4: loud hymn. Death is abroad, Oh, the black season, the
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  Speaker 4: deep the dim end of section three. This LibriVox recording
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  Speaker 4: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Section four petticoat Green by Shaw Nielsen read for liibrivox
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  Speaker 5: dot Org by Louise Paulson. I would not ask of
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  Speaker 5: a joyful man, for his heart would be too cold.
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  Speaker 5: And I would go on a long journey to a
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  Speaker 5: country ripe and old. I would like to walk where
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  Speaker 5: the mad folk went, and never a soul was mean.
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  Speaker 5: Twill all come easily, mournful man, if you paint me
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  Speaker 5: a petticoat Green. Oh, every feud is a life wrong feud,
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  Speaker 5: and every fight is fair. The girls have eyes and
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  Speaker 5: the men have blood, and the swords are sharp and bare.
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  Speaker 5: The witches fight with the dairy maids, and the fairies
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  Speaker 5: are still seen. Twill all come easily, mournful man, if
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  Speaker 5: you paint me a petticoat green, For green, indeed is
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  Speaker 5: a dear color. We learn to lisp thereon till we
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  Speaker 5: grow too tall for our first fair love, and the
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  Speaker 5: glories are all gone. And when at length we have
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  Speaker 5: footed it well, our eyes grow tender. Then we sit
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  Speaker 5: and talk when we may not walk, we are close
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  Speaker 5: to the green again. A petticoat is a tender thing,
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  Speaker 5: tender as love or dew. Perhaps it is peace of
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  Speaker 5: an angel's garb that has sometimes fallen through. For there
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  Speaker 5: be gates in the distant sky that the elder seers
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  Speaker 5: have seen, and you you have known them. Mournful man,
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  Speaker 5: So paint me a petticoat green. Paint me all that
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  Speaker 5: the children laugh in a long white afternoon. Paint me
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  Speaker 5: all that the old men know when they croak to
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  Speaker 5: the setting moon. Paint me flowers and the death of flowers,
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  Speaker 5: and the tenderlings that grew between the time of the
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  Speaker 5: north wind and the kindness of the dew. Paint me
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  Speaker 5: eyes on a holiday and the long kiss of a bride.
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  Speaker 5: Paint me ashes and dying men, and the shriek when
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  Speaker 5: a woman died. Mournful man, there is love in you,
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  Speaker 5: but your big tears come between. Grant me a favor,
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  Speaker 5: mournful man, and paint me a petticoat green. Paint me
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  Speaker 5: joy in a whistling dance, and gloom on a heavy hill.
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  Speaker 5: Paint me reeds and a water bird, and a matchless
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  Speaker 5: maiden's will. Paint me men who have laughed at death
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  Speaker 5: and hope that is good to see. I know you
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  Speaker 5: have known it, mournful man. You can beckon it up
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  Speaker 5: to me. Haint me prisons of olden times and the
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  Speaker 5: flight of the butterflies. Paint me all that the madmen
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  Speaker 5: see when they speak to the sullen skies. Paint me
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  Speaker 5: rogues that are loathe to die, and the sighing of
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  Speaker 5: honest men. Haint me youth that is weak and worn,
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  Speaker 5: and age that is young again. I would not ask
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  Speaker 5: of a joyful man, for his heart would be too cold.
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  Speaker 5: But the love is deepen you, mournful man. Though your
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  Speaker 5: speech is white and old, Paint me lilies and summer
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  Speaker 5: maids and skeletons all are clean. Twill all come easily,
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  Speaker 5: mournful man, if you paint me a petticoat green end
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  Speaker 5: of section four. This LibriVox recording is in the public
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  Speaker 5: domain recording by Louise Paulson.
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  Speaker 6: Section five Greetings by shaw Nielsen read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 6: orger by Lapovica. Fill up, fill up to day we meet?
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  Speaker 6: What of the wind who knows the weather? Shall we
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  Speaker 6: be old man in the street? Fill up, fill up
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  Speaker 6: to day we meet, we who have found the eager
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  Speaker 6: feet that kindly God is lost to tether? Fill up,
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  Speaker 6: fill up to day we meet? What of the wind?
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  Speaker 6: Who knows the weather? And of section five. This LibriVox
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  Speaker 6: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Section six The Land where I Was Born by shaw
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  Speaker 2: Nielsen read for LibriVox dot org by our Mapstone. Have
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  Speaker 2: you ever been down to my country? Where the trees
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  Speaker 2: are green and tall, The days are long, and the
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  Speaker 2: heavens are high, But the people there are small. There
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  Speaker 2: is no work there. It is always play. The sun
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  Speaker 2: is sweet in the morn, but a thousand dark things
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  Speaker 2: walk at night in the land where I was born?
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  Speaker 2: Have you ever been down to my country? Where the
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  Speaker 2: birds made happy spring, The parrots screamed from the honey trees,
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  Speaker 2: and the jays hopped chattering. Strange were the ways of
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  Speaker 2: the water birds in the brown swamps night and morn.
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  Speaker 2: I knew the roads they had in the reeds in
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  Speaker 2: the land where I was born. Have you ever been
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  Speaker 2: down to my country? Have you ridden the horses there?
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  Speaker 2: They had silver mains, and we made them plants and
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  Speaker 2: plunge in and rear. We were knights of the olden time.
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  Speaker 2: When the old chain mail was worn, the swords would
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  Speaker 2: flash and the helmets cracked. In the land where I
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  Speaker 2: was born, Have you ever been down to my country?
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  Speaker 2: It was full of smiling queens. They had flaxen hair.
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  Speaker 2: They were white and fair, but they never reached their teams.
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  Speaker 2: Their shoes were small, and their dreams were tall. Wonderful
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  Speaker 2: frocks they wore. But the queens all strayed from the
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  Speaker 2: place we played. In the land where I was born.
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  Speaker 2: I know you have been to my country, though I
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  Speaker 2: never saw you there. I know you have loved all
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  Speaker 2: things I loved, flowery, sweet and fair. The days were long,
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  Speaker 2: it was always play, but we we were tired and worn.
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  Speaker 2: They could not welcome us back again to the land
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  Speaker 2: where I was born. End of section six. This LIBRIVOLTX
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  Speaker 2: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Section seven. The Sun is Up by Shaw Nielsen read
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  Speaker 7: for LibriVox dot Org by Lari Wilson, Speak not of death.
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  Speaker 7: It is a merry morn. A glittering bird has danced
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  Speaker 7: into a tree from his abundant heart. Bravely are born
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  Speaker 7: the loves of leafly choristers to me. Music is of
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  Speaker 7: the sunlight, strong and free. The sun is up, and death.
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  Speaker 8: Is far away.
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  Speaker 7: The first hour is the sweetest of the day. Blithely,
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  Speaker 7: a bush boy wanders on a walk, shaking with joy,
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  Speaker 7: joyous and heart and limb for his delight. The trees
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  Speaker 7: have learned to talk, and all the flowers have little
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  Speaker 7: laughs with him, watching the far sky, beautiful and dim.
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  Speaker 7: The sun is up and death is far away. The
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  Speaker 7: first hour is the sweetest of the day. End of
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  Speaker 7: section seven. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 9: Section eight. Pale Neighbor by Sean Nielsen read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 9: dot Org by Cassandra Pale neighbor over the road she lives,
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  Speaker 9: not far, my neighbor, Pale and thin, sweet as the world,
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  Speaker 9: she cries, how sweet to keep on living? In her heart?
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  Speaker 9: It is a right red heart that cannot stoop to pine.
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  Speaker 9: Her handclasp is a happiness, Her welcome is a whine.
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  Speaker 9: Love she will have. It is a lilt from some
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  Speaker 9: lost comedy played long ago, when the white stars lightened
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  Speaker 9: the greenery. Ever, she talks of earth and air and sunlight,
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  Speaker 9: junketing gaily. She says, I know I shall be damp
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  Speaker 9: dancing in the spring. Almost. I fear her lo low voice,
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  Speaker 9: as one may fear the moon, as one may fear
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  Speaker 9: too faint a sound in an old, uncanny tune. Over
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  Speaker 9: the road twill not be long. Clearly I see it all.
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  Speaker 9: Erever the red days come up, or the pale grasses fall,
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  Speaker 9: there will be black upon us, and within our eyes. Adieu.
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  Speaker 9: We shall be walking neighborly as neighbors two and two
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  Speaker 9: end of section eight. This LibriVox recording is in the
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  Speaker 9: public domain recording by Cassandra.
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  Speaker 2: Section nine to a Blue Flower by Sean Nielsen read
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  Speaker 2: forlibvox dot org biolum Maapstone. I would be dismal with
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  Speaker 2: all the fine pearls of the crown of a king.
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  Speaker 2: But I can talk plainly to you, you little blue
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  Speaker 2: flower of the spring, here in the heart of September.
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  Speaker 2: The world that I walk in is full of the hot,
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  Speaker 2: happy sound of the shearing, the rude, heavy scent of
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  Speaker 2: the wool. Soon would I tire of all riches or
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  Speaker 2: honors or power that they fling. But you are my own,
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  Speaker 2: of my own folk, you little blue flower of the spring.
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  Speaker 2: I was around by the cherries to day. All the
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  Speaker 2: cherries are pale. The world is a woman in velvet.
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  Speaker 2: The air is the color of ale. I would be
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  Speaker 2: dismal with all the fine pearls of the crown of
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  Speaker 2: a king. But I can give love talk to you,
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  Speaker 2: you little blue flower of the spring. End of section nine.
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  Speaker 2: This liveryvox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 9: Section ten Old Nell Dickerson by Sean Nielsen, read for
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  Speaker 9: LibriVox dot org by Cassandra old Nell Dickerson. The young
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  Speaker 9: folk heard the old folks say, twas long ago she came.
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  Speaker 9: Some said it was her own, and some it was
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  Speaker 9: another's shame. All pleasantly. The seasons passed in gray and
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  Speaker 9: gold and green. But the heart of old Nel Dickerson
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  Speaker 9: no one had ever seen. They said that when a
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  Speaker 9: baby crowed, she turned her head away, and when delightful
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  Speaker 9: lovers kissed her, sallow face went gray. Some say she
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  Speaker 9: laughed at love and death, and every man made law.
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  Speaker 9: But the heart of old Nel Dickerson, no babbler ever saw.
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  Speaker 9: October with warm greenery made all the town a dream.
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  Speaker 9: The poorest soul had time to laugh. The gravel streets
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  Speaker 9: were cream. A hundred anthems rose to God through the
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  Speaker 9: uproarious blue. But the heart of old Nel Dickerson, no
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  Speaker 9: singer ever knew. The summer sauntered in with wheat and
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  Speaker 9: forest fire and haze, and the white frocks of white
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  Speaker 9: girls and lads with love ablaze, sweet sighs were in
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  Speaker 9: the high heavens and upon the warm ground. But the
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  Speaker 9: heart of old Nell Dickerson, it never yet was found.
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  Speaker 9: The winter came with wistful talk of water birds in tune,
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  Speaker 9: And while their snowy treasures slept, did Mother use commune.
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  Speaker 9: In every wind and every rain, some daring joys would climb,
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  Speaker 9: But the heart of old Nel Dickerson was prisoner all
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  Speaker 9: the time. The streamer stood across the sky one evening,
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  Speaker 9: clear and warm. The old folks said, the streamers come
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  Speaker 9: for telling strife and storm. When Old Nell laughed her
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  Speaker 9: hollow laugh, the neighbors looked in awe, But the heart
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  Speaker 9: of old Nell Dickerson no neighbor ever saw. And with
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  Speaker 9: the night came thundering like evil wandering near, and the
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  Speaker 9: tender little children wept, and the women shook with peer.
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  Speaker 9: Out on the night went one stern soul along the wind.
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  Speaker 9: It blue, Oh, the heart of old Nel Dickerson, no
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  Speaker 9: babbler ever knew. Softly they sought her little room, and
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  Speaker 9: she was blue and cold upon the wall, some straggling
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  Speaker 9: words her last poor wishes told nothing she gave, and
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  Speaker 9: little begged. They read there mournfully, bitter and black was
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  Speaker 9: all my life, But wear no black for me. Twas
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  Speaker 9: a green day and a mad day, And lovers walked along,
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  Speaker 9: and the old men, the gray men, the ruddy men,
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  Speaker 9: and strong, and the tenderest of pale girls in pink
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  Speaker 9: and green and blue walked mournfully behind the heart that
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  Speaker 9: no one ever knew. And there were many dropping tears
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  Speaker 9: on sashes red and wide, and more hot prayers were
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  Speaker 9: said that day than if a king had died. And
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  Speaker 9: some were white and yellow frocks, and some were blue
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  Speaker 9: and green. But the heart of old New Dickerson no
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  Speaker 9: one had ever seen. And of Section ten this LibriVox
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  Speaker 9: recording is in the public domain. Recording by Cassandra.
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  Speaker 2: Section eleven bush Seen by Shaw Nielsen redflibrivox dot org
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  Speaker 2: bi alum Maapstone Green leaves a patch of world along
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  Speaker 2: a river, the drab and silver draping every limb. The
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  Speaker 2: cackling kingfisher with throat a quiver, eager to sing for
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  Speaker 2: us a morning hymn by yonder Trees. The rough red
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  Speaker 2: rock hangs over the black ducks brood, a little fleet
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  Speaker 2: at sea in the far sky, A wicked foe doth hover.
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  Speaker 2: A plover calls it is a call for me. Across
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  Speaker 2: the stream, slowly and with much shrinking, softly, a full
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  Speaker 2: eyed wallaby descends to the blue water's edge. I see
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  Speaker 2: him drinking, and he and I and all his folk
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  Speaker 2: are friends. End of section eleven. This LibriVox recording is
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  Speaker 2: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Section twelve Julie Halloway by Sean Nielsen read for Lippyfox
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  Speaker 3: dot Org by M. Lee. This world I always call
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  Speaker 3: it mine, because no other world I know love it
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  Speaker 3: or hated? How you will with hindness, like the overflow
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  Speaker 3: of some bare river rambling on, So does it only
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  Speaker 3: seek to bless? Oh dryer tears for all things gone.
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  Speaker 3: The old world kindly wanders on, this world of mind,
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  Speaker 3: this world of yours. November and the glorious day so Drowsiie.
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  Speaker 3: The beast did hum, and pretty Julie stood laughing, lingering
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  Speaker 3: at the door of all this sweetness, racing glean the
• 24:06
  Speaker 3: old time singer sang of your so let us all
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  Speaker 3: sing evermore. The air grew sweeter, days were long. Yet
• 24:16
  Speaker 3: everywhere beneath the sky, death, who would never be gainsayed,
• 24:20
  Speaker 3: sat waiting with a watchful eye. On every tree. There
• 24:24
  Speaker 3: comes a flower to every laddin lass of time, a
• 24:29
  Speaker 3: dancing day, a month and hour. The gold world trembles
• 24:33
  Speaker 3: in a shower. Oh, pretty Julie Calloway, God surely loved
• 24:38
  Speaker 3: her for her dream, a little home not far away.
• 24:42
  Speaker 3: How wonderful the world may seem when one we love,
• 24:46
  Speaker 3: and love is strong, walks with us in the flowery way.
• 24:50
  Speaker 3: All else that in the world is wrong, How soon
• 24:53
  Speaker 3: forgotten love is long. It is not far. You see
• 24:58
  Speaker 3: her grave tis in the sh the shadow of the trees.
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  Speaker 3: I sometimes fancy Julie hears the midday murmuring of the bees,
• 25:07
  Speaker 3: and knows our footsteps every way, And this sweet world
• 25:11
  Speaker 3: to her denied twas in the bloom of Bride's Array,
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  Speaker 3: She died upon her wedding day. And is God merciful
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  Speaker 3: or kind? He knoweth awful, while he knew millions of
• 25:23
  Speaker 3: hearts and madden men and wasting, worn out women too
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  Speaker 3: praying for death as devil's pray. And she pure hearted,
• 25:32
  Speaker 3: beautiful in orange bloom and Bride's array, death found her
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  Speaker 3: on her wedding day end of section twelve. This libriyvox
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  Speaker 3: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 10: Section thirteen Lowan's Nest by shaw Nielsen read forlibrevox dot
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  Speaker 10: Org by brusk Uch. Here in the rubble and the sand,
• 26:04
  Speaker 10: this monument by thee was planned. Great was the love
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  Speaker 10: that in the hid O Builder of the Pyramid, by
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  Speaker 10: no delirious king compelled, but by the mother heart upheld
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  Speaker 10: little of pain nor toil. Thou wrecked, brave builder, eager architect.
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  Speaker 10: This and no other was thy shrine. This monument to
• 26:31
  Speaker 10: birth was thine. Great was the love within thee hid O,
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  Speaker 10: Builder of the Pyramid, end of section thirteen. This LibriVox
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  Speaker 10: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Section fourteen. Old Grannie Sullivan by Shawnee Wilson read Forliveryvox
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  Speaker 2: dot org by allam Maapstone A pleasant, shady place. It
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  Speaker 2: is a pleasant place and cool. The township folk go
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  Speaker 2: up and down, the children past to school. Along the
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  Speaker 2: river lies my world, a dear sweet world to me.
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  Speaker 2: I sit and learn. I cannot go. There is so
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  Speaker 2: much to see, but Grannie has seen all the world,
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  Speaker 2: and often by her side, I sit and listen while
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  Speaker 2: she speaks of youthful days of pride. Old Grannie's hands
• 27:38
  Speaker 2: are clasped. She wears her favorite faded shawl. I ask
• 27:43
  Speaker 2: her this, I ask her that, she says, I mind
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  Speaker 2: them all the boys and girls that Grannie knew, far
• 27:52
  Speaker 2: o'er the seas are they. But there's no love like
• 27:56
  Speaker 2: the old love, and the old world far away. Her
• 28:01
  Speaker 2: talk is all of wakes and fares, or how when
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  Speaker 2: night would fall, twas many a queer thing crept and came,
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  Speaker 2: and Grannie minds them all. A strange new land was
• 28:14
  Speaker 2: this to her, and perilous, rude and wild, where loneliness
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  Speaker 2: and tears and care came to each mother's child. The
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  Speaker 2: wilderness closed all around grim as a prison wall. But
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  Speaker 2: white folk then were stout of heart. Ah Grannie minds
• 28:32
  Speaker 2: it all. The day she first met Sullivan. She tells
• 28:37
  Speaker 2: it all to me, how she was hardly twenty one
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  Speaker 2: and he was twenty three. The courting days, the kissing days,
• 28:46
  Speaker 2: but bitter things befall the bravest hearts, that plan dream. Oh,
• 28:52
  Speaker 2: Grannie minds it all. Her wedding dress I know by heart, yes,
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  Speaker 2: every flaunts and frill, and the little home they lived
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  Speaker 2: in first, with the garden on the hill. Twas there
• 29:06
  Speaker 2: her baby boy was born, and neighbors came to call,
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  Speaker 2: but none had seen a boy like Jim. And Grannie
• 29:14
  Speaker 2: minds it all. They had their fight in those old days.
• 29:19
  Speaker 2: But Sullivan was strong, a smart, quick man at anything.
• 29:24
  Speaker 2: Twas hard to put him wrong. One day they brought
• 29:28
  Speaker 2: him from the mine. The big salt tears will fall
• 29:32
  Speaker 2: twas long ago, God rest his soul. Poor Grannie minds
• 29:36
  Speaker 2: it all, the first dark days of widowhood, the weary
• 29:41
  Speaker 2: days and slow, the grim, disheartening up hill fights. Then
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  Speaker 2: Grannie lived to know the childer. Ah. They grew and grew, sound, rosy,
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  Speaker 2: cheeked and tall. The childer still are there to her.
• 29:57
  Speaker 2: Old Grannie minds them all. How well she lov'd her
• 30:01
  Speaker 2: little brood. Oh, Grannie's heart was brave. She gave to
• 30:06
  Speaker 2: them her love and faith, all that the Good God gave.
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  Speaker 2: They changed not with the changing years, as babies, just
• 30:15
  Speaker 2: the same she feels for them, though some alas have
• 30:20
  Speaker 2: brought her grief and shame. The big world called them
• 30:25
  Speaker 2: here and there, and many a mile away. They cannot come.
• 30:29
  Speaker 2: She cannot go. The darkness haunts the day, and I
• 30:34
  Speaker 2: no flesh and blood of hers. Sit here while shadows fall.
• 30:39
  Speaker 2: I sit and listen. Grannie talks for Grannie minds it
• 30:43
  Speaker 2: all tis time to pause, for pause, we must. We
• 30:48
  Speaker 2: only have our day. Yes, by and by our dance
• 30:52
  Speaker 2: will die, Our fiddlers cease to play, and we shall
• 30:57
  Speaker 2: seek some quiet place where great gray shadows fall, and
• 31:02
  Speaker 2: sit and wait. As Granny waights, We'll sit and mine
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  Speaker 2: them all. End of section fourteen. This liveryvox recording is
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  Speaker 2: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Section fifteen May by Shaw Nielsen read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 5: Org by Louise Paulson. Shyly, the silver hatted mushrooms make
• 31:31
  Speaker 5: soft entrance through and undelivered lovers half awake, hear noises
• 31:36
  Speaker 5: in the dew, yellow in all the earth, and in
• 31:41
  Speaker 5: the skies. The world would seem faint as a widow morning,
• 31:46
  Speaker 5: with soft eyes, and falling into dream. Up the long hill,
• 31:52
  Speaker 5: I see the slow plow leave furrows of brown, dim
• 31:56
  Speaker 5: as the day, and beautiful to see the sun go down.
• 32:03
  Speaker 5: But there are suns of many for mine eyes day
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  Speaker 5: after day delights them in grave greenery, they rise red
• 32:12
  Speaker 5: oranges in may end of section fifteen. This LibriVox recording
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  Speaker 5: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Section sixteen Maggie Tulliver by Shaw Nielsen read Forliverybox dot
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  Speaker 2: Org by Alumlapstone. I see the old time mill, the
• 32:38
  Speaker 2: old time mirror, the peaceful river in a pleasant land,
• 32:43
  Speaker 2: and you, the dark eyed, dear rebellious Maggie. They could
• 32:48
  Speaker 2: not understand love in the bud hedgerows and English meadows,
• 32:55
  Speaker 2: the sunlight's flickering shadows gathering fast, and your big tears
• 33:00
  Speaker 2: because the world had gripped you. The Golden Gates are past,
• 33:07
  Speaker 2: dreamer of many dreams from the beginning, eager to love,
• 33:11
  Speaker 2: eager to spoil and spend into your life. God put
• 33:15
  Speaker 2: a crooked lover, and pity love's old friend Anon. I
• 33:23
  Speaker 2: see a tall man, proudly fashioned, a full sweet woman
• 33:27
  Speaker 2: lovable and fair? What of the path sweet flowers and
• 33:31
  Speaker 2: sharp edged perils and bleeding hearts are there? The world
• 33:38
  Speaker 2: has branded you a false, foul sinner. It is not merciful.
• 33:43
  Speaker 2: And you were rash up at the whipping post. Your
• 33:46
  Speaker 2: white flesh trembled, You felt the cruel lash in the
• 33:52
  Speaker 2: last anguish. Does the unseen pity see the long wrestlings
• 33:57
  Speaker 2: of this flesh and blood? Death was kind to you,
• 34:01
  Speaker 2: dear dark eyed Maggie who walks into the flood end
• 34:07
  Speaker 2: of section sixteen. This Liberyvox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: Section seventeen Break of Day by shaw Nielsen read for
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  Speaker 6: LibriVox dot Org by Lapovica. Break of Day. The stars
• 34:37
  Speaker 6: are pale, old is the night. His case is grievous.
• 34:43
  Speaker 6: His strength doth fail through still hours. The deus have
• 34:49
  Speaker 6: draped with love's old lavishness. The drowsy flowers and night
• 34:55
  Speaker 6: shall die already low the moon's first ec This is
• 35:00
  Speaker 6: across the sky. An evil time is done again, as
• 35:07
  Speaker 6: someone lost in a quaint parable comes up the sun
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  Speaker 6: and of section number seventeen. This LibriVox recording is in
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  Speaker 6: the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Section eighteen Little Dead Milliner by Sean Nilsen read for
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  Speaker 7: LibriVox dot Org by Larry Wilson. So she has gone
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  Speaker 7: from us, she whom we knew of the face beautiful
• 35:39
  Speaker 7: and the eyes blue. When the earth only gives heartache
• 35:43
  Speaker 7: and toil, the purest will perish, the sweetest will spoil.
• 35:49
  Speaker 7: Tell me, o, God, is there no spirit still in her?
• 35:53
  Speaker 7: Who has been false to this little dead milliner? Blue
• 35:58
  Speaker 7: eyes once showed to her all the world fair, red
• 36:02
  Speaker 7: sunlight made for her joy everywhere. Hearts that are holiest,
• 36:06
  Speaker 7: bright eyes and blind, these make the tragedies of human kind?
• 36:11
  Speaker 7: Is there no answer, no sweet spirit still in her?
• 36:15
  Speaker 7: Who has been false to this little dead milliner? Had
• 36:19
  Speaker 7: she been dull and cold as she was warm? Had
• 36:22
  Speaker 7: she but loved the calm, hated the storm? Had all
• 36:25
  Speaker 7: creation been otherwise planned? Had not God planted her with
• 36:29
  Speaker 7: his own hand? Pain had not pressed her? So is
• 36:34
  Speaker 7: there not still in her something that speaks for this
• 36:37
  Speaker 7: little dead milliner? She in her fever felt many fires
• 36:41
  Speaker 7: burn back to the bitter road. How could she turn
• 36:46
  Speaker 7: stars white? Mysterious lighted the sky dying? She gazed at them?
• 36:51
  Speaker 7: Did she know?
• 36:52
  Speaker 10: Why?
• 36:54
  Speaker 7: Is there no answer? No sweet spirits still in her?
• 36:57
  Speaker 7: Who has been false to this little dead milliner. Though
• 37:02
  Speaker 7: in the years to come we may forget morning eyes
• 37:05
  Speaker 7: still shall make all the earth wet. Young hearts shall
• 37:08
  Speaker 7: know the grim death that she died. Fairest flowers are
• 37:13
  Speaker 7: the flowers plucked in their pride? Tell me, O, God,
• 37:17
  Speaker 7: is there no spirits still in her? Who has been
• 37:20
  Speaker 7: false to this little dead milliner into section eighteen. This
• 37:25
  Speaker 7: LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 10: Section nineteen. The Day is Thine, thy shaw Nielsen read
• 37:40
  Speaker 10: for LibriVox dot Org by brus Kachuck. Twas in that
• 37:46
  Speaker 10: far off land of mine, dear land, I nevermore may
• 37:50
  Speaker 10: see the great church. Like a ghost stood up. The
• 37:54
  Speaker 10: old sun dial spoke to me, spoke deep into this
• 37:59
  Speaker 10: soul of mine only the day. The day is thine.
• 38:05
  Speaker 10: The bright eyed baby buds and flowers showered sweetness on
• 38:10
  Speaker 10: the dancing spring. Down in the dark green shade. I
• 38:14
  Speaker 10: heard the singers of the deep woods sing. The old
• 38:19
  Speaker 10: sundial said, it's say this, only this, no other day.
• 38:26
  Speaker 10: The players of the playtime pass, how swift the troublous
• 38:32
  Speaker 10: seasons turn all that we strive for most we love
• 38:37
  Speaker 10: and loving never yet may learn the old Sundial still
• 38:43
  Speaker 10: speaks on this day. Already tis far gone. The kisses
• 38:50
  Speaker 10: and the fallen tears. The hearts that could not hold
• 38:54
  Speaker 10: their pain seem wolier in the midst of years. The
• 39:00
  Speaker 10: old Sundial speaks again, stern teacher to the soul of mine.
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  Speaker 10: This day quick perishing is thine end off section nineteen.
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  Speaker 10: This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 11: Section number twenty. Sheedy was Dying by Shaw Nielsen, read
• 39:32
  Speaker 11: for LibriVox dot Org by Lindabree Nielsen. Gray as a
• 39:38
  Speaker 11: rising ghost, helpless and dumb. This he had feared the most.
• 39:44
  Speaker 11: Now it had come through the tent door, mocking, defying
• 39:51
  Speaker 11: the thirsty land lay, and Sheedy was dying. Why should
• 39:56
  Speaker 11: he ever keep turning, keep turning all his thoughts over
• 40:02
  Speaker 11: to quicken their burning? Why should the north wind speak,
• 40:06
  Speaker 11: creeping and crying? Who else could mourn for him? Sheedy
• 40:13
  Speaker 11: was dying. Ay, he had traveled far, homeless, a rover,
• 40:19
  Speaker 11: drunk his good share and more half the world over.
• 40:25
  Speaker 11: So now had ended all toiling and trying out in
• 40:30
  Speaker 11: his tent alone. Sheedy was dying, never a greast to
• 40:36
  Speaker 11: say where he is going, Ah, he shall take the
• 40:41
  Speaker 11: road as he is knowing so to his rest, and
• 40:47
  Speaker 11: the north wind is crying. Who else should mourn for him?
• 40:53
  Speaker 11: Sheedy was dying kind in a surly way, somewhat rough,
• 40:59
  Speaker 11: spoken truth to its fellow men, keeping unbroken with a
• 41:05
  Speaker 11: strong man's contempt for the world, and it's lying now
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  Speaker 11: on his bunk alone. Sheedy was dying birds of the
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  Speaker 11: thirsty land in the dull, gray mist of the even time.
• 41:23
  Speaker 11: Floating away still did the north wind speak, creeping and
• 41:29
  Speaker 11: crying white with his mouth agape. Sheedy was dying in
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  Speaker 11: of section twenty. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 12: Section number twenty one. The Eyes of Little Charlotte by
• 41:54
  Speaker 12: Sean Nielsen read for LibriVox dot Org by Katrina Dixon.
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  Speaker 12: Now God has made a wistful world and a woman
• 42:04
  Speaker 12: strangely coy. Her eyes say come and go, and come
• 42:10
  Speaker 12: and stay and be a boy. Oh, the eyes of
• 42:14
  Speaker 12: little Charlotte say, come kiss me if you can. But
• 42:19
  Speaker 12: in a trice they change and cry, go out and
• 42:24
  Speaker 12: be a man. Oh, the eyes of little Charlotte say,
• 42:29
  Speaker 12: you shall not flinch at pain. You shall not sigh
• 42:34
  Speaker 12: for the cool cities or moan for the soft rain.
• 42:38
  Speaker 12: The wind shall bite you throat and cheek, the sun
• 42:42
  Speaker 12: shall leave its tan. But the eyes of little Charlotte
• 42:45
  Speaker 12: say go out and be a man, and you shall
• 42:49
  Speaker 12: speak as a man speaks, not mealy mouthed or mild.
• 42:54
  Speaker 12: But you must go with the girl's love for every
• 42:58
  Speaker 12: lisping child. Nor shall you live in the far clouds
• 43:02
  Speaker 12: as only dreamers can. For the eyes of little Charlotte,
• 43:06
  Speaker 12: say go out and be a man. And you shall
• 43:10
  Speaker 12: fight as a man fights, and fair as a man may.
• 43:15
  Speaker 12: And you shall see as giants see, and hear what
• 43:19
  Speaker 12: giants say. You shall not bide in a safe place
• 43:24
  Speaker 12: near by a lady's fan. For the eyes of little Charlotte,
• 43:27
  Speaker 12: say go out and be a man. And your reward
• 43:33
  Speaker 12: the old reward, that is for all who dare the
• 43:37
  Speaker 12: long love of a warm woman and kisses proud and fair. Oh,
• 43:43
  Speaker 12: you shall toil for love the law since ever love began.
• 43:49
  Speaker 12: For the eyes of little Charlotte, say go out and
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  Speaker 12: be a man. And of section twenty one. This is
• 44:00
  Speaker 12: a LibriVox recording in the public domain recording by Katrina Dickson.
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  Speaker 13: Section twenty two, the Meeting of Size by Shaw Nielsen
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  Speaker 13: read for LibriVox dot org by Rebecca eden Walker. Your
• 44:20
  Speaker 13: voice was the rugged old voice that I knew. I
• 44:24
  Speaker 13: gave the best grip of my greeting to you. I
• 44:28
  Speaker 13: knew not your lips, you knew not mine. Of travel
• 44:33
  Speaker 13: and travail, we gave not a sign. We drank and
• 44:38
  Speaker 13: we chorused with quips in our eyes. But under our
• 44:42
  Speaker 13: song was the meeting of size. I knew not your lips,
• 44:49
  Speaker 13: you knew not mine. For lean years and lone years
• 44:55
  Speaker 13: had watered the wine. End section twenty two. This LibriVox
• 45:03
  Speaker 13: recording is in the public domain. Recording by Rebecca eden Walker.
• 45:16
  Speaker 7: Section twenty three Old Violin by Sean Nielsen read for
• 45:22
  Speaker 7: LibriVox dot org by Luri Wilson. Speak not to me,
• 45:27
  Speaker 7: old violin, mock, not this heart of mine. Thou mummy
• 45:32
  Speaker 7: with the glistening skins, speak not to me, old violin.
• 45:37
  Speaker 7: For the dead men have shadows thin, and all their
• 45:40
  Speaker 7: sobs are thine. Speak not to me, old violin, mock,
• 45:45
  Speaker 7: not this heart of mine. Into section twenty three. This
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  Speaker 7: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 8: Section two twenty four Love's Coming by sew Nielsen, read
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  Speaker 8: for LibriVox dot org by Andrew Grants. Quietly as rose
• 46:10
  Speaker 8: buds talk to the thin air. Love came so lightly.
• 46:14
  Speaker 8: I knew not he was there, Quietly as lovers creep
• 46:19
  Speaker 8: at the middle moon, Softly as players tremble in the
• 46:23
  Speaker 8: tears of a tune. Quietly as lilies their faint vows declare,
• 46:30
  Speaker 8: came the shy pilgrim. I knew not he was there,
• 46:35
  Speaker 8: quietly as tears fall on a wild sin, Softly as
• 46:40
  Speaker 8: griefs call in a violin without hail or tempest, blue
• 46:46
  Speaker 8: sword or flame. Love came so lightly I knew not
• 46:51
  Speaker 8: that he came. End of section twenty four. This recording
• 46:57
  Speaker 8: is in the public domain.
• 47:04
  Speaker 10: Section twenty five. The Lover Sings by shaw Nielsen, redflibrivox
• 47:12
  Speaker 10: dot org by Bruskachuk. It is not dark, it is
• 47:18
  Speaker 10: not day. The earth lies quivering to the dew. Shall
• 47:23
  Speaker 10: we not love her?
• 47:25
  Speaker 14: All?
• 47:25
  Speaker 10: Men may lo Here? A lover passes too. Down a green,
• 47:32
  Speaker 10: shadowy path he goes, and in his hand he bears
• 47:35
  Speaker 10: a rose, still singing that his heart is true. Creeps
• 47:41
  Speaker 10: the low darkness. Whethy eve groweth more gloomy and anon.
• 47:46
  Speaker 10: The lover sings, And doth he grieve for red lip kisses?
• 47:52
  Speaker 10: Three days gone? Hark how he sings, High, heavenly clear,
• 47:57
  Speaker 10: chief messenger of light, to chee the brown earth, and
• 48:02
  Speaker 10: that bides there. N listen, and we shall leave the
• 48:06
  Speaker 10: earth brooding no more or baser things. My lily love
• 48:12
  Speaker 10: hath rosy worth like to a happy flower. She clings.
• 48:17
  Speaker 10: Glories have come up in his eyes. Wrapt in a fire,
• 48:22
  Speaker 10: he leaps, he flies, not for himself. The Lover sings.
• 48:29
  Speaker 10: In every loveless lane or way hearts have been heavy,
• 48:34
  Speaker 10: prison cold for all who only moan and pray. Still
• 48:39
  Speaker 10: doth he sing. He sang of old joy bearer, barred
• 48:44
  Speaker 10: off better things, not for himself. The Lover sings, singer
• 48:50
  Speaker 10: of summer, uncontrolled mourners move onward from the gloom, not
• 48:57
  Speaker 10: for himself. The Lover sing, give us, they cry, the buds,
• 49:03
  Speaker 10: the bloom, the long light on our journeyings. Star follows
• 49:09
  Speaker 10: Star in the dull gray deep is the dark. It
• 49:14
  Speaker 10: drinks the day for very love of God, he sings,
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  Speaker 10: end off, Section twenty five. This LibriVox recording is in
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  Speaker 10: the public domain.
• 49:34
  Speaker 8: Section twenty six. The Girl with the Black Hair by
• 49:38
  Speaker 8: Sean Nielsen read for LibriVox dot Org by Andrew Grance.
• 49:44
  Speaker 8: Her lips were a red peril to set men quivering,
• 49:49
  Speaker 8: And in her feet there lived the ache in the
• 49:52
  Speaker 8: green lilt of spring. Twas on a night of red blossoms. Oh,
• 49:58
  Speaker 8: she was a wild wine. The colors of all the
• 50:02
  Speaker 8: hours lie in this heart of mine. I was impelled
• 50:06
  Speaker 8: by the white moon, and the deep eyes of the spring,
• 50:11
  Speaker 8: and the voices of the purple flutes, waltzing and wavering
• 50:17
  Speaker 8: of all the bloom, most delicate sipping the gold air.
• 50:21
  Speaker 8: Was the round girl with the round arms, the girl
• 50:25
  Speaker 8: with the black hair. Her breath was the breath of roses,
• 50:31
  Speaker 8: white roses, clean and clear. Her eyes were blue as
• 50:36
  Speaker 8: the high heaven, where God is always near. Her lips
• 50:41
  Speaker 8: were a red peril to set men quivering, And in
• 50:46
  Speaker 8: her feet there lived the ache and the green lilt
• 50:50
  Speaker 8: of spring. End of section twenty six. This recording is
• 50:56
  Speaker 8: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Section twenty seven. Twas in the early summer time by
• 51:08
  Speaker 2: Shaw Nielsen read forlibrivotx dot org by Allum Mapstone. Perchance
• 51:16
  Speaker 2: it was of Chaucer's day. Old Chaucer, cheerier soul than
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  Speaker 2: he ne'er drank the good red wine of life, and
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  Speaker 2: all his rhymes rang joyfully, Or did it spring from
• 51:30
  Speaker 2: some sad heart, a dreamer wandering in the blue, who,
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  Speaker 2: in the slumbering sunlight, sang of sweetness that he never knew.
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  Speaker 2: Poor old, faint, half forgotten rhyme, Twas in the early
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  Speaker 2: summer time, I dreamed a dream of garden's clothes in Many,
• 51:50
  Speaker 2: a bloom of pink and snow, of meadows where a
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  Speaker 2: river ran, and woodland noises sweet and low, the bald
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  Speaker 2: hills and the great calm sky, the song birds warbling
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  Speaker 2: far away, the green wheat in the ear, and all
• 52:06
  Speaker 2: the glory of a golden day. Poor old quaint, half
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  Speaker 2: forgotten rhyme Twas in the early summer time, I dreamed
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  Speaker 2: of kisses and of tears, a sweet, warm world and
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  Speaker 2: wondrous fair of lovers lingering in the gloom, and holy
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  Speaker 2: men at evening prayer, of singers and their brave old songs,
• 52:30
  Speaker 2: of flowers in Many, a field of hay, of strong
• 52:34
  Speaker 2: men riding out to war, and children dancing at their play.
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  Speaker 2: Poor old quaint, half forgotten rhyme Twas in the early
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  Speaker 2: summer time five hundred years ago, and more five hundred
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  Speaker 2: years an, I to day am sauntering in the bloom
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  Speaker 2: and lough, a sigh, a kiss, they haste away. My
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  Speaker 2: heart beats happier for your My heart is merrier for
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  Speaker 2: your joy. God's blessings come in sun and bloom to
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  Speaker 2: every love, sick girl and boy, poor old, quaint, unforgotten
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  Speaker 2: rhyme twas in the early summertime end of section twenty seven.
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  Speaker 2: This livery Box recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 15: Section twenty eight.
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  Speaker 14: As far as my heart can go by Sean Nielsen
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  Speaker 14: read for LibriVox dot Org. I care not now for
• 53:41
  Speaker 14: the gardens or the gayest flowers that grow. The little
• 53:45
  Speaker 14: flower in the firelight is as far as my heart
• 53:47
  Speaker 14: can go. I care not now for the long road
• 53:51
  Speaker 14: or the mountains far away. The little world that we
• 53:54
  Speaker 14: love in is as far as my feet can stray.
• 53:58
  Speaker 14: No smile for me from the sea, no salty call
• 54:01
  Speaker 14: for me. The mouth of my little sweetheart is as
• 54:05
  Speaker 14: far as my eyes can see. I sing no more
• 54:08
  Speaker 14: of the red wars. I have no love for steel.
• 54:12
  Speaker 14: The glamour of my darling is as far as my
• 54:15
  Speaker 14: lips can feel. What can I know of Heaven? What
• 54:19
  Speaker 14: should a lover know? The little face at the fireside
• 54:24
  Speaker 14: is as far as my heart can go end of
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  Speaker 14: section twenty eight. This LibriVox according is in the public
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  Speaker 14: domain recording by John Peterson. Section twenty nine. Her Eyes
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  Speaker 14: by Sean Nielsen read for LibriVox dot org. Dark eyes
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  Speaker 14: are hers, but in their darkness lies all the white
• 54:54
  Speaker 14: holiness of paradise. A tender violet within them shows and
• 54:59
  Speaker 14: the unsullied beauty of the rose. Dark eyes are hers.
• 55:04
  Speaker 14: Dark eyes are hers that move my heart to sing.
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  Speaker 14: They have consumed the summer, caught the spring, stolen the starlight,
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  Speaker 14: and exultingly lifted the moonbeams old embroidery.
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  Speaker 15: Dark eyes are hers. End of section twenty nine. This
• 55:25
  Speaker 15: LibriVox recording is in the public domain recording by John Peterson.
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  Speaker 15: Section thirty. The Heart Longs by Sean Nielsen read for
• 55:41
  Speaker 15: LibriVox dot org. The warm wind wandering at its will,
• 55:48
  Speaker 15: the long grass withering day by day, bring back life's
• 55:52
  Speaker 15: sunrise promises. Full voiced and rosy winged, were they. I
• 55:57
  Speaker 15: feel your eyes warm, witchery, sweetheart, My longing is for thee.
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  Speaker 15: It seems so clear the day we met, the big
• 56:07
  Speaker 15: sun sauntering up the sky, the feathery clouds afloat afar
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  Speaker 15: on such a day, Oh who could die or think
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  Speaker 15: of death. You smiled on me, sweetheart, My longing was
• 56:20
  Speaker 15: for THEE. At every turning of the year, a madness
• 56:25
  Speaker 15: moves into the hours, the roses in the rainy time,
• 56:30
  Speaker 15: the frail, sweet family of flowers, How tenderly they speak
• 56:34
  Speaker 15: to me, sweetheart, My longing is for THEE. Did ever
• 56:39
  Speaker 15: love so burn as ours? Mid all tempestuous loves of yore?
• 56:44
  Speaker 15: The light that dances from the sky shows for a moment,
• 56:48
  Speaker 15: and no more. Down in this world of mystery, Sweetheart,
• 56:53
  Speaker 15: my longing is for THEE. End of section thirty This
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  Speaker 15: LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Recording by John Peterson.
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  Speaker 8: Section thirty one, The Hour is Lost by Shaw Nielsen
• 57:16
  Speaker 8: read for LibriVox dot Org by Andrew Gaunts. The Hour
• 57:21
  Speaker 8: is lost? Was ever hours so sweet? Fruitful of blessing
• 57:27
  Speaker 8: friends and honeyed words, The sunlight in our faces, at
• 57:32
  Speaker 8: our feet, the world bright, beautiful, its flocks and herds,
• 57:38
  Speaker 8: foliage of forests, choruses of birds, Oh happy time? Why
• 57:44
  Speaker 8: did we stand downcast? We should have leapt for love.
• 57:49
  Speaker 8: But now the hour is past. The hour is lost.
• 57:55
  Speaker 8: Scarce had we time to mark the glory of the
• 57:58
  Speaker 8: green the sky eye's soft blue. It came as silently
• 58:03
  Speaker 8: as comes the dark our. Hearts burnt hot within us.
• 58:07
  Speaker 8: Ere we knew, then suddenly we said, can it be true?
• 58:12
  Speaker 8: The golden time was ours? And now downcast we stand
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  Speaker 8: dumb and amazed, alas the hours passed. End of section
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  Speaker 8: thirty one. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Section thirty two. Surely God was a lover by Shaw Nielsen,
• 58:41
  Speaker 7: read for Librevox dot Org by Larry Wilson. Surely God
• 58:47
  Speaker 7: was a lover when he bade the day begin soft
• 58:50
  Speaker 7: as a woman's eyelid, white as a woman's skin. Surely
• 58:54
  Speaker 7: God was a lover with a lover's faults and fears
• 58:57
  Speaker 7: when he made the sea as bitter as a wilful
• 59:00
  Speaker 7: woman's tears. Surely God was a lover with the madness
• 59:04
  Speaker 7: love will bring. He wrought while his love was singing
• 59:08
  Speaker 7: and put her soul in the spring. Surely God was
• 59:11
  Speaker 7: a lover by a woman's wild controlled when he made
• 59:15
  Speaker 7: the summer a woman thirsty and unconsoled. Surely God was
• 59:20
  Speaker 7: a lover when he made the trees so fair, and
• 59:23
  Speaker 7: every leaf is a glory caught from a woman's hair.
• 59:27
  Speaker 7: Surely God was a lover see in the flowers. He
• 59:30
  Speaker 7: grows his love's eyes in the violet, her sweetness in
• 59:34
  Speaker 7: the rose in this section thirty two. This recording is
• 59:40
  Speaker 7: in the public domain.
• 59:47
  Speaker 5: Section thirty three. You and Yellow Air by saw Nielsen
• 59:52
  Speaker 5: read for Librivoxtotle by Louise Paulson, You and yellow Air,
• 1:00:00
  Speaker 5: of an old kissing time and the flowered follies. There
• 1:00:03
  Speaker 5: in the dim place of cherry trees, of you and
• 1:00:07
  Speaker 5: yellow air, it was an age of babbling, when the
• 1:00:11
  Speaker 5: players would play mad with the wine and miracles of
• 1:00:15
  Speaker 5: a charmed holiday. Bewildered was the warm earth with whistling
• 1:00:21
  Speaker 5: and sighs, and a young foal spoke all his heart
• 1:00:26
  Speaker 5: with diamonds for eyes. You were of love's own color
• 1:00:31
  Speaker 5: in eyes and heart and hair. In the dim place
• 1:00:34
  Speaker 5: of cherry trees, ridden by yellow air. It was the
• 1:00:38
  Speaker 5: time when red lovers with the red fevers burn, a
• 1:00:42
  Speaker 5: time of bells and silver seeds and cherries on the turn.
• 1:00:47
  Speaker 5: Children looked into tall trees, and old eyes looked behind
• 1:00:52
  Speaker 5: God in his glad October. No sullen man could find
• 1:00:57
  Speaker 5: out of your eyes are magic fell lazily as dew,
• 1:01:01
  Speaker 5: and every lad with lad's eyes made somemer love to you.
• 1:01:06
  Speaker 5: It was a rain of roses, of blue flowers for
• 1:01:09
  Speaker 5: the eye, and the rustling of green girls under a
• 1:01:13
  Speaker 5: white sky. I dream of an old kissing time and
• 1:01:18
  Speaker 5: the flowered follies there in the dim place of cherry trees,
• 1:01:22
  Speaker 5: of you and yellow air. End of section thirty three.
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  Speaker 5: This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 13: Section thirty four, Dear Little Cottage by SEW Nielsen read
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  Speaker 13: for LibriVox dot Org by Rebecca eden Walker. Tis not
• 1:01:48
  Speaker 13: for the lilies, white lilies and tall. The grass has
• 1:01:52
  Speaker 13: outlived them. It grows by the wall of the dear
• 1:01:55
  Speaker 13: little cottage that I know. Tis not for the cherries.
• 1:01:59
  Speaker 13: Cherries wild and into their branches, has clamored no child
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  Speaker 13: to drink up the blood of a cherry. 'tis not
• 1:02:08
  Speaker 13: for the river hemmed in by the weir, or the
• 1:02:10
  Speaker 13: lilt of the winds in the glow of the year,
• 1:02:13
  Speaker 13: when the birds oh the water make merry m A
• 1:02:17
  Speaker 13: spell is upon me. And why should I stray when
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  Speaker 13: I have fine company all the long day in the
• 1:02:24
  Speaker 13: dear little cottage. That I know? It is for the voices,
• 1:02:30
  Speaker 13: the voices that bless the lips that made music, the
• 1:02:33
  Speaker 13: hands that caressed in the dear little cottage that I know.
• 1:02:38
  Speaker 13: It is for the shadows that sit by the door,
• 1:02:41
  Speaker 13: the feet that go tripping the old broken floor at
• 1:02:45
  Speaker 13: night when the fiddles are shrieking. It is for the council, long,
• 1:02:50
  Speaker 13: loving and wise, the hopes that were born in a
• 1:02:54
  Speaker 13: legion of sighe. The lips, oh, the cold lips are speaking.
• 1:03:02
  Speaker 13: It is for a temple enshrouded and missed, a rosy
• 1:03:06
  Speaker 13: girl raising her face to be kissed in the dear
• 1:03:10
  Speaker 13: little cottage that I know. End of section thirty four.
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  Speaker 13: This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Recording by
• 1:03:22
  Speaker 13: Rebecca eden Walker.
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  Speaker 16: Section thirty five Roses three by Sean Nielsen. What is
• 1:03:36
  Speaker 16: a rose a white, white rose, a sweetheart, sweetening in
• 1:03:41
  Speaker 16: the spring. Shyly she lives, and shyly grows, mourner and
• 1:03:47
  Speaker 16: mystic blossoming. What is a rose a red red rose?
• 1:03:54
  Speaker 16: A woman proud in a proud hour, scententive love. She overflows.
• 1:04:00
  Speaker 16: It is the ripening of the flower. What is a
• 1:04:04
  Speaker 16: rose a yellow rose? A woman grave in the pale gold,
• 1:04:10
  Speaker 16: braver than all, she smiles and knows. It is the
• 1:04:14
  Speaker 16: quietening for the cold end of section thirty five. This
• 1:04:20
  Speaker 16: LibriVox recording is in the public domain recording by Cadwalater.
• 1:04:30
  Speaker 7: Section thirty six, The Sacrifice by seaw Nielsen read for
• 1:04:36
  Speaker 7: LibriVox dot Org by Luri Wilson White for the Grave,
• 1:04:42
  Speaker 7: strange eyed and sable dressed. Is this my love? So
• 1:04:46
  Speaker 7: quietly doth lie the sunlight of her sweetness, her dear grace?
• 1:04:52
  Speaker 7: All that she gave falls to the earth to die,
• 1:04:57
  Speaker 7: Love's utter sacrifice, lie life's old long pain lost lost?
• 1:05:04
  Speaker 7: And shall this ever live again? O, God of pity? White,
• 1:05:09
  Speaker 7: for the Grave, all grace, all glory gone. My love
• 1:05:15
  Speaker 7: was young, My love was sweet and warm, and so
• 1:05:18
  Speaker 7: we dreamed as quiet voyagers. Most hateful, wreck too, cruel,
• 1:05:24
  Speaker 7: strife and storm. The grave will cry its hunger every hour.
• 1:05:29
  Speaker 7: Yet thus to spoil the glory of a flower, O,
• 1:05:33
  Speaker 7: God of pity. Yet in her rest, she shall not
• 1:05:37
  Speaker 7: see gray hairs or children trampling on the holy things.
• 1:05:41
  Speaker 7: Though every day be dark, Still in the dark love
• 1:05:45
  Speaker 7: looks for light. The old hope climbs and clings up
• 1:05:49
  Speaker 7: through all tears. In the black gloom and pain, my
• 1:05:54
  Speaker 7: torn heart cries, give me my love again, Oh, god
• 1:06:00
  Speaker 7: of pity in this section thirty six. This recording is
• 1:06:06
  Speaker 7: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: Section thirty seven. Little White Girl by Shaw Nielsen let
• 1:06:19
  Speaker 6: for Librivoux dot orga by Lapovica. Little White Girl, Fews
• 1:06:25
  Speaker 6: are mine for a face so pretty, violesh parish lilies
• 1:06:31
  Speaker 6: a few. There is an ache in my heart for
• 1:06:35
  Speaker 6: you in all the tawdry, treacherous city. You are the
• 1:06:41
  Speaker 6: one thing white and clean, the only riches where all
• 1:06:46
  Speaker 6: is mean. Little white girl, so pale and pretty. Fews
• 1:06:52
  Speaker 6: are mine for a face so pretty. I have been
• 1:06:56
  Speaker 6: lover of lips and chins, and the listener to violins,
• 1:07:02
  Speaker 6: crying for love and calling for pity, and it all
• 1:07:06
  Speaker 6: comes back with your eyes and hair. But the darkness
• 1:07:10
  Speaker 6: threatens you everywhere, Little white Girl, so pale and pretty,
• 1:07:17
  Speaker 6: and of section thirty seven. This LibriVox recording is in
• 1:07:22
  Speaker 6: the public domain.
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  Speaker 8: Section thirty eight. In the Street by Sean Nielsen read
• 1:07:33
  Speaker 8: for LibriVox dot org by Andrew Gods the night the rain,
• 1:07:40
  Speaker 8: Who could forget the gray streets glimmering in the wet
• 1:07:45
  Speaker 8: wreckers and ruined wreckage met there was no dearth of
• 1:07:49
  Speaker 8: all the unlovely things that yet must plague the earth
• 1:07:54
  Speaker 8: gloom in the streets, and hallowed joys, the sly eyed
• 1:07:59
  Speaker 8: girl girls, the jeering boys, faint caroling amid the noise.
• 1:08:04
  Speaker 8: A woman worn, a broken life, a heart, a voice
• 1:08:10
  Speaker 8: trembling and torn. She did not sing of hillside steep
• 1:08:16
  Speaker 8: of reapers stooping low to reap. No lovelorn shepherd with
• 1:08:21
  Speaker 8: his sheep made moan or call. A mother kissed her
• 1:08:26
  Speaker 8: child asleep, And that was all slowly into our hearts.
• 1:08:32
  Speaker 8: There crept. I know not what it flamed, it leapt.
• 1:08:37
  Speaker 8: Was it God's love that in a slept I saw
• 1:08:41
  Speaker 8: the mark of tears upon her as she stepped into
• 1:08:45
  Speaker 8: the dark end of section thirty eight. This recording is
• 1:08:51
  Speaker 8: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Section thirty nine, Child of Tears by Sean Nilssen, read
• 1:09:04
  Speaker 7: for Librovox dot Org by Larry Wilson. Impetuous as a
• 1:09:09
  Speaker 7: wild winged bird. Your mother could not be a slave.
• 1:09:12
  Speaker 7: Her gifts she gave unto the world. A child of
• 1:09:15
  Speaker 7: many tears, she gave no mouth, was mad your mother
• 1:09:19
  Speaker 7: to kiss. No bosom held you safe and warm, poor
• 1:09:23
  Speaker 7: little soul who came and cried, and no one heard
• 1:09:27
  Speaker 7: you in the storm. The people of the market place
• 1:09:31
  Speaker 7: of all your shame made merry play. The worshippers to
• 1:09:34
  Speaker 7: chapel went and said, our hearts are clean to day.
• 1:09:39
  Speaker 7: Each mother to her white breast, held her little mite
• 1:09:42
  Speaker 7: of love's own gold. Softly she sang for sweet rest.
• 1:09:46
  Speaker 7: And you were sleeping hard and cold, They said of you.
• 1:09:51
  Speaker 7: His eyes are bright, fair was his mother's face to see.
• 1:09:56
  Speaker 7: His mother's heart was false and black, So as his
• 1:09:59
  Speaker 7: mother he shall be. Why the dark shadows hovering frowned
• 1:10:04
  Speaker 7: You knew not with your wondering eyes. You played about
• 1:10:08
  Speaker 7: the brink of hell, and you were sweet for paradise
• 1:10:12
  Speaker 7: in the long row. Or your little grave can cover
• 1:10:16
  Speaker 7: all your baby fears. The great world cursed you, and
• 1:10:19
  Speaker 7: you died, dear little unloved child of tears into section
• 1:10:26
  Speaker 7: thirty nine. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
• 1:10:36
  Speaker 17: Section forty two The Petticoat Place by Shaw Nielsen read
• 1:10:41
  Speaker 17: for LibriVox dot Org by Smiling Jade The petticoat Place,
• 1:10:47
  Speaker 17: Teach me not tell me not love ever sinned. See
• 1:10:52
  Speaker 17: how her petticoat sweetens the wind back to the earth
• 1:10:57
  Speaker 17: She went broken at noon. Here is her petticoat flapping
• 1:11:02
  Speaker 17: a tune. Have ye not ever heard petticoat sing, I
• 1:11:07
  Speaker 17: hear a morning flute and a sweet string, little silk
• 1:11:13
  Speaker 17: ally in this her last war, know ye the meaning
• 1:11:18
  Speaker 17: of what she died for, mourner most delicate. Surely you
• 1:11:23
  Speaker 17: hold manner that she had stored safe from the cold.
• 1:11:29
  Speaker 17: She had the living blood. Love gave her eyes, and
• 1:11:33
  Speaker 17: the world showered on her icicle lies. Speak to her
• 1:11:38
  Speaker 17: little wind, livable sky. Say to the soul of her, bravo,
• 1:11:44
  Speaker 17: good bye. Teach me, not tell me not loved ever sinned.
• 1:11:50
  Speaker 17: See how her petticoat sweetens the wind, and of section
• 1:11:54
  Speaker 17: forty two. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Section forty one. The Loving Tree by Sean Nielsen, read
• 1:12:10
  Speaker 7: for LibriVox dot Org by Larry Wilson. Three women walked
• 1:12:15
  Speaker 7: upon a road, and the first said, airily, of all
• 1:12:19
  Speaker 7: the trees in all the world, which is the loving tree.
• 1:12:23
  Speaker 7: The second said, my eyes have seen no tree that
• 1:12:27
  Speaker 7: is not fair, But the orange tree is the sweetest tree.
• 1:12:31
  Speaker 7: The loving blood is there. And the third said, in
• 1:12:36
  Speaker 7: the green time, I knew a loving tree that gave
• 1:12:38
  Speaker 7: a drink of the blood red milk. It was the mulberry.
• 1:12:44
  Speaker 7: Then the first one said, of all the trees, no
• 1:12:47
  Speaker 7: sweetest can I name? Ask her who yonder slowly comes?
• 1:12:51
  Speaker 7: That woman, lean and lame, Grief, like a hideous suckling,
• 1:12:56
  Speaker 7: hung along her hollow breast. Pain was upon her as
• 1:13:00
  Speaker 7: he walked, and as she stooped to rest. Why will
• 1:13:04
  Speaker 7: you question so? She said? Is it to mock at me?
• 1:13:10
  Speaker 7: For how should I walk in hell know of a
• 1:13:13
  Speaker 7: loving tree? My eyes are not as a woman's eyes.
• 1:13:17
  Speaker 7: They hope not east or west. Dull famine, My bed
• 1:13:21
  Speaker 7: mate tis, and loneliness. My guest tis not the most
• 1:13:27
  Speaker 7: delicious flower that leaves the scent of spring. Nor is
• 1:13:30
  Speaker 7: it yet the brightest bird that loathes his heart to sing.
• 1:13:35
  Speaker 7: A tree may dance in the white weather, or dream
• 1:13:38
  Speaker 7: in a blue gown. A tree may sing as a
• 1:13:40
  Speaker 7: sweetheart to bid the stars come down. Some trees are
• 1:13:45
  Speaker 7: slim and lovable, and some are sleek and strong. But
• 1:13:50
  Speaker 7: the tree that has the cripple's heart will know the
• 1:13:53
  Speaker 7: crippled song. The sweetest death is the red death that
• 1:13:57
  Speaker 7: comes up nakedly, And the tree that has the foiled heart,
• 1:14:02
  Speaker 7: it is the loving tree. While ever lips shall seek
• 1:14:05
  Speaker 7: for lip, while ever light shall fall, the tree that
• 1:14:09
  Speaker 7: has the ruined heart is tenderest of all. Oh, you
• 1:14:14
  Speaker 7: may have your men to kiss and children warm to hold,
• 1:14:18
  Speaker 7: But the heart that had the hottest love was never
• 1:14:21
  Speaker 7: yet consoled. The women three walked on their way. Their
• 1:14:26
  Speaker 7: shamed eyes could see how well the tree with a
• 1:14:29
  Speaker 7: foiled heart is still the loving tree. End of section
• 1:14:35
  Speaker 7: forty one. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
• 1:14:44
  Speaker 17: Section forty two inland Born by Sean Nilssen read forlibrivox
• 1:14:50
  Speaker 17: dot Org by Smiling Jade. Inland Born. The tall men
• 1:14:56
  Speaker 17: woued her in the south. They loved along the sea.
• 1:15:00
  Speaker 17: The tall man caught her to the north, and she
• 1:15:04
  Speaker 17: went tearfully. He talked of all the full seasons. The
• 1:15:09
  Speaker 17: white wheat was his goal, but the long fight in
• 1:15:13
  Speaker 17: the wilderness to her he never told. She saw the cool,
• 1:15:18
  Speaker 17: brown winter's pass, the hard sick spring come on, and
• 1:15:23
  Speaker 17: the summer as the great tyrant, till half her hope
• 1:15:27
  Speaker 17: was gone. Her lips, they were the woman's lips, eager
• 1:15:31
  Speaker 17: to bless and blame. The lean years quailed her, and
• 1:15:36
  Speaker 17: in them her snow white children came. At night. She
• 1:15:41
  Speaker 17: sang them to their sleep with cool songs of the sea,
• 1:15:46
  Speaker 17: and in the day. Her big soft eyes wet south eternally.
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  Speaker 17: She sang of boats and merriment, and ships that come
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  Speaker 17: and go, of orchards and the rose merry, and all
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  Speaker 17: the flowers that grow. She sang of all the miracles
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  Speaker 17: that in the south are seen, of all the gracious waterfalls,
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  Speaker 17: and all the world of green. She told them of
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  Speaker 17: the blue waters, of all her soul had planned, of
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  Speaker 17: the crying birds, and the seaweed, and the music on
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  Speaker 17: the sand. She said, these whom I love, shall go
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  Speaker 17: where the wind is sweet and free. My little inland
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  Speaker 17: children shall wander by the sea. The elder was a
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  Speaker 17: five years girl with the blue eyes of the mother,
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  Speaker 17: and younger by a year. There ran a flexen headed brother.
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  Speaker 17: The north wind in his wall came out and ceased
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  Speaker 17: not night and day, and the little inland children had
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  Speaker 17: lost the heart to these two fell ill with a
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  Speaker 17: quick fever. Was in the red ripe weather. Kind neighbors
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  Speaker 17: came with flowers for them. When they lay dead together,
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  Speaker 17: Oh that we love goes lightly out. The clouds play
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  Speaker 17: in the sky, and half the wind said openly, here
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  Speaker 17: is a day to die. Slowly she saw them, and
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  Speaker 17: her eyes went south eternally. She said, God stole my children.
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  Speaker 17: They never saw the sea. And old man said, your
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  Speaker 17: children now shall walk the streets of gold. But she
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  Speaker 17: said it is a dim heaven and merciless and cold.
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  Speaker 17: Then spoke to her, and old mother of love, that
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  Speaker 17: is divine. But she said, the God of love, he
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  Speaker 17: is a foe to me and mind. Then spoke to her,
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  Speaker 17: a sweet neighbor of good days yet to be. But
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  Speaker 17: she said, God stole my children. They never saw the sea.
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  Speaker 17: The tall man spoke in lover talk to blend her
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  Speaker 17: for the day. But the sunlight was more merciful. It
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  Speaker 17: had no word to say. End of section forty two.
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  Speaker 17: This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Section forty three The Child We Lost by Shaw Nielsen
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  Speaker 3: read for libbybox dot Org by m. Lee six weeks.
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  Speaker 3: It was till Christmas time, and summer seemed not far away.
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  Speaker 3: The white sheep ran upon the the white lambs bleeded
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  Speaker 3: all the day. Oh, never was the earth more fair.
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  Speaker 3: There was a sweetness in the air that sang of heaven. Everywhere.
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  Speaker 3: The garden was a world of bloom. The cherry trees
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  Speaker 3: were red and green. A league away, the white smoke rose,
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  Speaker 3: and always did there come between the glory that we
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  Speaker 3: feel and know when sunlight seems to overflow, and to
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  Speaker 3: a green, warm world below. Our brown eyed beauty claimed
• 1:19:34
  Speaker 3: the kiss. Sweet were her words, and full of play,
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  Speaker 3: light as the dancing thistledown was all her airy talk
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  Speaker 3: that day, of flowers and skies and heavenly things, and
• 1:19:47
  Speaker 3: sometimes softest whisperings like music trembling on the strings. Life
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  Speaker 3: to the child was very fair. Up from the ranges
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  Speaker 3: far and blue. The the sun came Rosalie each morn
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  Speaker 3: to shine upon the world. She knew it was the
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  Speaker 3: time when bushbirds sing and children's thoughts go wandering, when
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  Speaker 3: summer time makes love to spring the season sixteen times
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  Speaker 3: had turned gladsome, are bitter, dark or fair? Since to
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  Speaker 3: our lives there came a love, a joy that lightened
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  Speaker 3: every care. We watched her wandering down the hill. We
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  Speaker 3: watched her lovingly until she seemed like someone standing still.
• 1:20:35
  Speaker 3: The angel spoke, not that bright day, alas that day
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  Speaker 3: should love the gloom. Had they but whispered, had she
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  Speaker 3: turned back to the well loved garden bloom, Oh gentle heart,
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  Speaker 3: so soft and kind, Oh big brown eyes so bright
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  Speaker 3: and blind? What was it that you sought to find?
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  Speaker 3: Back in the dim break time? They tell of children
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  Speaker 3: tempted far away in the white glimmering of the moon
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  Speaker 3: and twilight. Or at dawn of day one evening, when
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  Speaker 3: the sun was down, a woman came. Her eyes were brown.
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  Speaker 3: But our child came not from the town and of
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  Speaker 3: section forty three. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Section forty four under a curajong i Shall Nielsen read
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  Speaker 7: for LibriVox dot Org by Larry Wilson. Here is the
• 1:21:43
  Speaker 7: ecstasy of sun fed wine and song drink. It is
• 1:21:46
  Speaker 7: melody under a curagong. What sweeter space on earth for
• 1:21:51
  Speaker 7: glistening youth and maid to find? The quiet mirth under
• 1:21:54
  Speaker 7: the quieter shade? What sweeter placed than this for loving
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  Speaker 7: eyes to see, for lover's lips to kiss under the
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  Speaker 7: lover's tree. It is the time to blow hot kisses
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  Speaker 7: on the spring, when dreams begin to go under the
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  Speaker 7: blossoming Let not the mouth be cold. Love is not
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  Speaker 7: over long. Only to day is gold under a kuragohn
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  Speaker 7: In the section forty four. This LibriVox recording is in
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  Speaker 7: the public domain. The luckless Bard to The Flying Blossom
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  Speaker 7: by Shaw Nilsen, read for LibriVox dot Org by Larry Wilson.
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  Speaker 7: You and I, in our kind, had gleased together. Now
• 1:22:42
  Speaker 7: in our turn shall we find foul friends and weather.
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  Speaker 7: You had the love of the sky all the world's honey.
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  Speaker 7: You are a pauper, and I have no money. Back
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  Speaker 7: in the days that we knew, o idle fellow, you
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  Speaker 7: had the heart for the blue, the mouth for the yellow. You,
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  Speaker 7: who have scented the sky sat around honey. You are
• 1:23:06
  Speaker 7: a pauper, and I have no money. In the dim
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  Speaker 7: place where we go, no sweet rebelling burns for the
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  Speaker 7: eyes never glowed down in our dwelling. I had the
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  Speaker 7: taste of the wine, You of the honey, little white
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  Speaker 7: kinsman of mine, I have no money In the poem.
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  Speaker 7: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 16: Section forty six from a Coffin by Shaw Nielsen, Wrapped
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  Speaker 16: in the yellow Earth, What should I fear? Sour hate
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  Speaker 16: and shallow mirth never come near shape me, no epitaph, sugar,
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  Speaker 16: no rhyme. I had the heart to laugh once upon
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  Speaker 16: a time, end of section forty six. This LibriVox recording
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  Speaker 16: is in the public domain. Recording by Cadwalader.
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  Speaker 3: Section forty seven. All the World's a lolly Shop by
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  Speaker 3: Shaw Nielsen read Forlipreyfox dot Org by m.
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  Speaker 13: Lee.
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  Speaker 3: Life is behind the counter, and he waits on all
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  Speaker 3: who buy. He has a suite for every mouth, a
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  Speaker 3: smile for every sigh, And tis the greatest miracle that
• 1:24:34
  Speaker 3: ever did befall. He has so many customers, and yet
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  Speaker 3: he serves them all. Now, some do fear too much
• 1:24:42
  Speaker 3: the powers that would all joy retard, and some bite
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  Speaker 3: slow and gingerly at others quicken hard, and some look
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  Speaker 3: ever left and right, and some have little care. For
• 1:24:54
  Speaker 3: all the world's a lolly shop, and always trading fair.
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  Speaker 3: If fis behind the counter end, he knows not how
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  Speaker 3: to frown. His talk is of a lad's delight and
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  Speaker 3: of a wench's gown. He puts the hot love on
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  Speaker 3: the lip, the red blush on the skin, and ever
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  Speaker 3: to his spacious shop. The customers come in. But when
• 1:25:18
  Speaker 3: the sweetness leaves, the sweet and sugars bring no joy.
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  Speaker 3: May we have love of tender ling some gracious girl
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  Speaker 3: or boy. And when we have not heart to love,
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  Speaker 3: we are not wanted. Then, So let us die as ladies,
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  Speaker 3: calm and courtey us, gentlemen, when we shall face the
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  Speaker 3: weather bleak outside the trembling wall, can we be sure
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  Speaker 3: of taste of bliss or any shop at all? So
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  Speaker 3: let us not despise the place where we had feastings rare.
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  Speaker 3: For all the world's a lolly shop and always trading
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  Speaker 3: fair and of section forty seven. This LibriVox recording is
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  Speaker 3: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 18: Section forty eight. It is the last by John Nielsen,
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  Speaker 18: read for librifox dot Org by all Mini's feet. White
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  Speaker 18: is the world, the weather warm and sweet, the time
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  Speaker 18: is dear, the tea, and me my friend, for remain
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  Speaker 18: it just once a year soon, shot thou rest a
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  Speaker 18: warrior home from war. It seems not strange. Gently time
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  Speaker 18: mag t more ready for the old sharp change. Thou
• 1:26:40
  Speaker 18: hast done well, indeed to come thus far, cheery and bright,
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  Speaker 18: both as a tranquil summer, evening stars smiling good night.
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  Speaker 18: Thou hast beheld the sunlight, sung the song, float with
• 1:26:56
  Speaker 18: the fears and the green days. Thou hast been all
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  Speaker 18: alone the track of tears. Thou art not teased of love,
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  Speaker 18: afraid of faith or storms within two where we are
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  Speaker 18: though now for hope or hate small stripe for sin.
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  Speaker 18: Still is thy talk of olden time, and friend that
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  Speaker 18: thou hast known? But all thy stories from two one
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  Speaker 18: said end, I am alone? How goes the time? Oh
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  Speaker 18: friend of mine? I think thy voice doth fail. Here
• 1:27:32
  Speaker 18: is my best tobacco. Let us drink this good brown
• 1:27:36
  Speaker 18: ale smoking. I watch thy fading features through the smoky way,
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  Speaker 18: Oh ancient friend, I shall I clap pen with you
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  Speaker 18: next Christmas Day? End of section forty eighth. This liverpox
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  Speaker 18: recording is in the public domain.
• 1:27:59
  Speaker 10: Section forty nine. The White Flowers came by shaw Nielsen
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  Speaker 10: read forlibrivox dot Org by Bruskachuk. Twas in the sweet month,
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  Speaker 10: tremulous with dancing joys that none may quell, the white
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  Speaker 10: Flowers came upon the world. They taught the old time
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  Speaker 10: parable life looked so very sweet a thing. The watcher wept,
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  Speaker 10: the lights burnt low, he moved, He felt the long,
• 1:28:30
  Speaker 10: cold kiss, and yet it seemed not good to go.
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  Speaker 10: Two damsels underneath the stars lay listening on the cool
• 1:28:40
  Speaker 10: green ground, faint as the falling dew. They heard the
• 1:28:45
  Speaker 10: song that spins the world around. Strange bickering rose where
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  Speaker 10: death and life sat quarreling on the green hillside. Soft
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  Speaker 10: as a blessing spoke the bells, blue sky and blossoms
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  Speaker 10: for a bride toiling and tired. At close of day,
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  Speaker 10: a thin white widow woman prayed in many a lighted town,
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  Speaker 10: was told the mystery of man and maid. Twas in
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  Speaker 10: the gray of even time, cool earth and sky, delightsome mild.
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  Speaker 10: God's pity came in tears. He saw the blue eyes
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  Speaker 10: of a little child. End off section forty nine. This
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  Speaker 10: LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Section fifty. The wedding in September Ashaw Nielsen read Forlippyfox
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  Speaker 3: dot Org by Ann Lee. They talked as neighbors, solemnly
• 1:29:58
  Speaker 3: of lambs and wheat and wool. The stripling said, twill
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  Speaker 3: not be dark to night, the moon is full. Into
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  Speaker 3: the wedding feast there came the many psalms of spring.
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  Speaker 3: The fiddler by the seamstress sat and said not anything.
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  Speaker 3: The bridegroom was the happiest man that ever stepped the town.
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  Speaker 3: But the little seamstress, she had cried and made the
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  Speaker 3: wedding gown. Oh ask me not why she has cried.
• 1:30:29
  Speaker 3: They ask the simpler thing, Why do the little birds
• 1:30:33
  Speaker 3: go out to meet the kiss of spring. In with
• 1:30:36
  Speaker 3: the dark, the dancing came in a little yellow room,
• 1:30:41
  Speaker 3: and by the flowers, the old folks said, the young
• 1:30:44
  Speaker 3: ones loved the bloom. The fiddler was a witless man
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  Speaker 3: by night or noon or day. But the world had
• 1:30:51
  Speaker 3: need a moistening, and he had tears to play. He
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  Speaker 3: played the darkness into death and stood where joy had
• 1:30:59
  Speaker 3: been in the bridegroom. Could not see the bride or
• 1:31:03
  Speaker 3: know what love could mean. He played of maids and merriment,
• 1:31:07
  Speaker 3: and the young blood of the rover of sacraments. He
• 1:31:11
  Speaker 3: played in polls and the baby joy of Clover. The
• 1:31:15
  Speaker 3: fiddler was a handless man that could not sow or weep.
• 1:31:20
  Speaker 3: He did not know the care of kind, or the
• 1:31:23
  Speaker 3: many ways of sheep of water birds. He played in
• 1:31:27
  Speaker 3: boats and the white legs, in a stream of hot
• 1:31:30
  Speaker 3: love in the marketplace, and the spinning of a dream.
• 1:31:35
  Speaker 3: He played for timorous worshipers who have no God to call.
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  Speaker 3: He played to make the flowers grow, to make the
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  Speaker 3: man a fall. He played of falls and holiness, and
• 1:31:46
  Speaker 3: the whistling of a rover of sacraments. He played in
• 1:31:50
  Speaker 3: tolls and the baby Joy of Clover. The fiddler played
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  Speaker 3: on wise or hate. He would not waste the tune
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  Speaker 3: at Bride's made pale with jealousy, with patient as the moon.
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  Speaker 3: The seamstress had the unsoiled heart that suffers heat and chill,
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  Speaker 3: and God had plagued her in the eyes with pity
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  Speaker 3: hot to spill. He played of all that men call
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  Speaker 3: death to dear, a thing to end, and life the
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  Speaker 3: unfilled riveler that has a coin to spend. He played
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  Speaker 3: of deeps and loneliness, and the whistling of a rover
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  Speaker 3: of merryment. He played in Maids and the Summertime in
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  Speaker 3: Clover and of section fifty. This slippery Box recording is
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  Speaker 3: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 10: Section fifty one The Hour of the Parting by Shaw
• 1:32:49
  Speaker 10: Nielsen read for Librevox dot Org by Bruce Kachuk. Shall
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  Speaker 10: we assault the pain? It is the time two part.
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  Speaker 10: Let us of love again eat the impatient heart. There
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  Speaker 10: is a gulf behind dull voice and fallen lip, the
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  Speaker 10: blue smoke of the mind, the gray light on the ship.
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  Speaker 10: Parting is of the cold that stills the loving breath.
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  Speaker 10: Dimly we taste the old, the pitiless meal of death.
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  Speaker 10: End of section fifty one. This LibriVox recording is in
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  Speaker 10: the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Section fifty two. Old Lady of the Dazzling Flowers by
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  Speaker 7: Sean Nielsen read forlibrivox dot Org by Larry Wilson, Old
• 1:33:55
  Speaker 7: Lady of the Dazzling Flowers, and the frocks are white
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  Speaker 7: and fine. How hopeless is thy prettiness and that cool
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  Speaker 7: heart of thine? Thou hast not been to the rude
• 1:34:06
  Speaker 7: field where men and women wore. Thou hast not found
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  Speaker 7: what a woman's mouth and a man's full heart are.
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  Speaker 7: For thy speech is all of a thin calm of
• 1:34:17
  Speaker 7: sleep and slow sunshine. Oh hopeless is thy happiness, and
• 1:34:22
  Speaker 7: that pale heart of thine through the love feud and
• 1:34:26
  Speaker 7: the love thirst. Thou hast not fought and smiled. Thou
• 1:34:30
  Speaker 7: hast not heard the strings that speak in the crying
• 1:34:33
  Speaker 7: of a child. Thou hast not been where tears lie
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  Speaker 7: hot and words can only run. Thou hast not cried
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  Speaker 7: to the bare knight, nor prayed for the white sun
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  Speaker 7: end section fifty two. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Section fifty three. The Song and the Bird by Shaw Nilsen,
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  Speaker 7: read for LibriVox dot Org by Larry Wilson. He hath
• 1:35:06
  Speaker 7: his heaven God for love. He shakes the tree happy.
• 1:35:09
  Speaker 7: He heedeth not the many gods that be. He telleth
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  Speaker 7: all his mad maneuvering to the morn. The shy, slow
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  Speaker 7: footed lad hears him, and is forlorn, And doth he
• 1:35:21
  Speaker 7: grieve or think in dreaming? Drab and dim can aught
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  Speaker 7: of dull air sink into the heart of him. He
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  Speaker 7: fears not wind or sky. He counts not moon or year,
• 1:35:32
  Speaker 7: or the many men who die, or the green wheat
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  Speaker 7: in the ear. He knoweth the faults and fair and
• 1:35:38
  Speaker 7: the deeps of deep things? How shall I know? This
• 1:35:42
  Speaker 7: bird who sings and sings and sings into section fifty three.
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  Speaker 7: This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 19: Section fifty for the Scent of the Lover by Sean
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  Speaker 19: Nilsen read for LibriVox dot Org by Tiffany Cadenhead. I
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  Speaker 19: saw the mushrooms hoping in the cool June. It is
• 1:36:16
  Speaker 19: the scent of the Lover sweetens the tune. May the
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  Speaker 19: good men mock me that I dare to say I
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  Speaker 19: have seen buds at kissing on a holy day. Tis
• 1:36:28
  Speaker 19: no insulted music. The moons bestow tiss the untaught eternal,
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  Speaker 19: so long, so low. Time is the old man crying
• 1:36:40
  Speaker 19: lives on a string in the eyes of a child fallen.
• 1:36:45
  Speaker 19: We hear the spring. I am assailed by colors by
• 1:36:50
  Speaker 19: night by day in a mad boat. They would take
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  Speaker 19: me red miles away. Love is the loud season. Tears
• 1:37:01
  Speaker 19: fall too soon. It is the scent of the lover,
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  Speaker 19: sweetens the moon. End of section fifty four. This LibriVox
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  Speaker 19: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Section fifty five at the end of Spring by Shaw
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  Speaker 5: Nielsen read Forlibrivox dot Org by Louise Paulsen At the
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  Speaker 5: end of spring. Put down, thy bonny head. This is
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  Speaker 5: the end. Thou wert a joyous love. Thou wert a
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  Speaker 5: pleasing friend. Soft silken is the grass where thy twinkling
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  Speaker 5: colors blend. Bend lo thy bonny head. This last sweet morn.
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  Speaker 5: An eager amber child smothered in flowers and corn, waits
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  Speaker 5: for thy death to wear the glories thou hast worn.
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  Speaker 5: Bend lo thy sunny head upon the wing. The tender
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  Speaker 5: tinted hours make merry journeying. The tyrant son who slays
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  Speaker 5: he waits for every spring. Bend lo thy weary head,
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  Speaker 5: hiss all goodbye thy life. It was a time of
• 1:38:22
  Speaker 5: love for Lip and Aye. The grief is at our hearts,
• 1:38:26
  Speaker 5: that our beloved should die. End of section fifty five.
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  Speaker 5: This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Section fifty six. For a Child by Shah Nilssen read
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  Speaker 7: for LibriVox dot Org by Larry Wilson. Into your angel
• 1:38:51
  Speaker 7: mouth the sport of spring, and the summer's honey came rioting.
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  Speaker 7: Your eyes were as flowers, fine gold, O your hairrm
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  Speaker 7: in my heart you sang love like a prayer. The sunbeam,
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  Speaker 7: the moon best were one with you, and all the
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  Speaker 7: sign bloom that takes the dew. Love was about you
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  Speaker 7: through your silken skin. Love like a sun ray, ran
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  Speaker 7: out and in wild kiss, in heavy love, lose every hold,
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  Speaker 7: Oh sunlight, my sunlight, How dark the cold in the
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  Speaker 7: section fifty six. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Section fifty seven The Dream is Deep by Sean Nielsen
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  Speaker 7: read for LibriVox dot Org by Lori Wilson, sing me
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  Speaker 7: the song that Never dies of little love blinded, and
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  Speaker 7: bold blossoms unblemished, and blue skies and the green going
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  Speaker 7: into gold, all the uproarous pipes. We played frenzy and folly,
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  Speaker 7: fire and joy cares, we caught up for a maid,
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  Speaker 7: and ballads boisterous for a boy. I hear the blended
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  Speaker 7: bells and bands, the fiddlers fiddling on the green, the
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  Speaker 7: clapping of a thousand hands, the trembling of the tambourine. Oh,
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  Speaker 7: happy hours run kindly, slow, black lies, the night, nauseus
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  Speaker 7: and grim Who knoweth what a man may know? Not
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  Speaker 7: all he hath shall die with him? The man God made.
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  Speaker 7: He dreameth deep down in his heart, high in the air,
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  Speaker 7: his heaven lies. How shall he sleep? He had a dream,
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  Speaker 7: The dream was fair. End of section fifty seven. This
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  Speaker 7: recording is in the public domain. End of Heart of
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  Speaker 7: Spring by shah Nielsen.