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Love Poems and Others-D. H. Lawrence · Edgar Allan Poe Poems

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  Speaker 1: Wedding Morn by D. H. Lawrence read for LibriVox dot Org.
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  Speaker 1: The morning breaks like a pomegranate in a shining crack
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  Speaker 1: of red.
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  Speaker 2: Ah.
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  Speaker 1: When to morrow the dawn comes late, whitening across the bed,
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  Speaker 1: it will find me watching at the marriage gate and
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  Speaker 1: waiting while light is shed on him who is sleeping
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  Speaker 1: satiate with a sunk abandoned head. And when the dawn comes,
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  Speaker 1: creeping in cautiously, I shall raise myself to watch the
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  Speaker 1: morning wind, my first of days, as it shows him
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  Speaker 1: sleeping asleep. He got of me as under my gaze
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  Speaker 1: he grows distinct, and I see his hot face freed
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  Speaker 1: of the wavering blaze. Then I shall know which image
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  Speaker 1: of God my man is made toward. And I shall
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  Speaker 1: know my bitter rod or my rich reward. And I
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  Speaker 1: shall know the stamp and worth of the coin I've
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  Speaker 1: accepted as mine, shall see an image of Heaven or
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  Speaker 1: of Earth on his minted metal shine yea. And I
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  Speaker 1: long to see him sleep in my power utterly. I
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  Speaker 1: long to know what I have to keep. I long
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  Speaker 1: to see my love that spinning coin laid still and
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  Speaker 1: plain at the side of me for me to count
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  Speaker 1: for I know he will greatly enrichen me, and then
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  Speaker 1: he will be mine. He will lie in my power,
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  Speaker 1: utterly opening his value plain to my eye. He will
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  Speaker 1: sleep of me. He will lie negligent, resign his all
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  Speaker 1: to me. And I shall watch the dawn light up
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  Speaker 1: for me the sleeping wealth of mine. And I shall
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  Speaker 1: watch the wain light shine on his sleep that is
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  Speaker 1: filled of me, on his brow, where the wists of
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  Speaker 1: fond here twine so truthfully on his lips, where the
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  Speaker 1: light breaths come and go naive and winsomely on his limbs,
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  Speaker 1: that I shall weep to know lie under my mastery.
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  Speaker 1: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Kisses in the Train by D. H. Lawrence readfu LibriVox
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  Speaker 3: dot Org by Pieter Yearsley. I saw the midlands revolve
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  Speaker 3: through her hair, the fields of autumn stretching bare, and
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  Speaker 3: sheep on the pasture tossed back in a scare, And
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  Speaker 3: still as ever the world went round, my mouth on
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  Speaker 3: her pulsing neck was found, and my breast to her
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  Speaker 3: beating breast was bound. But my heart, at the center
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  Speaker 3: of all, in a swound, was still as a pivot,
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  Speaker 3: as all the ground on its prowling orbit, shifted round,
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  Speaker 3: and still in my nostrils the scent of her flesh,
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  Speaker 3: And still my wet mouth sought her afresh, And still
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  Speaker 3: one pulse through the world did thresh, And the world,
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  Speaker 3: all whirling around in joy, like the dance of a dervish,
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  Speaker 3: did destroy my sense and my reason spun like a toy,
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  Speaker 3: but firm at the center, my heart was found her own,
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  Speaker 3: to my perfect heartbeat bound like a magnet's keeper, closing
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  Speaker 3: the round end of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 3: public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Cruelty in Love by D. H. Lawrence read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 4: dot Org by Nemo. What large dark hands are those
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  Speaker 4: at the window, lifted grasping the golden light which weaves
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  Speaker 4: its way through the creeper leaves to my heart's delight, Ah,
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  Speaker 4: only the leaves, but in the west, in the west,
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  Speaker 4: I see our redness come over the evening's burning breast
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  Speaker 4: tis the wound of love goes home. The woodbine creeps abroad,
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  Speaker 4: calling low to her lover, the sunlit flirt, who all
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  Speaker 4: the day has poised above her lips in play and
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  Speaker 4: stolen kisses, shallow and gay of pollen, now has gone away.
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  Speaker 4: She woos the moth with her sweet low word and
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  Speaker 4: went above her. His broad wings hover then her bright
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  Speaker 4: breasts she will uncover and yield her honey drop to
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  Speaker 4: her lover. Into the yellow evening glows saunters. A man
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  Speaker 4: from the farm below leans and looks in at the
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  Speaker 4: low built shed where hangs the swallows marriage bed. The
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  Speaker 4: bird lies warm against the wall. She glances quick, her
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  Speaker 4: startled eyes towards him. Then she turns away, her small head,
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  Speaker 4: making warm display of red upon the throat. His tears
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  Speaker 4: sway her out of the nest, warm busy ball, whose
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  Speaker 4: plaintive cries heard as she flies in one blue stoop
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  Speaker 4: from out the sties into the evening's empty hall o
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  Speaker 4: water hen beside the rushes, Hide your quaint unfading blushes,
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  Speaker 4: still your quick tail and lias dead till the distance
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  Speaker 4: folds over his ominous dread. The rabbit presses back her ears,
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  Speaker 4: turns back her liquid anguished eyes, and crouches low. Then,
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  Speaker 4: with wild spring, spurts from the tear of his on
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  Speaker 4: coming to be choked back the warrior ring her frantic effort,
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  Speaker 4: throttling piteous brown ball of quivering fears. Ah soon in
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  Speaker 4: his large, hard hands. She dies and swings, all loose
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  Speaker 4: to the swing of his walk. Yet calm and kindly
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  Speaker 4: are his eyes, and ready to open in brown surprise.
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  Speaker 4: Should I not answer to his talk, or should he
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  Speaker 4: my tears surmise? I hear his hand on the latch,
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  Speaker 4: and rise from my chair, watching the door open. He
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  Speaker 4: flashes bare his strong teeth in a smile, and flashes
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  Speaker 4: his eyes and a smile like triumph upon me. Then
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  Speaker 4: careless wise he flings the rabbit soft on the table
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  Speaker 4: board and comes towards me. Ah, the uplifted sword of
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  Speaker 4: his hand against my bosom, and oh, the broad blade
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  Speaker 4: of his hand that raised my face to applaud is coming.
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  Speaker 4: He raises up my face to him and caresses my
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  Speaker 4: mouth with his fingers, which still smell grim of the
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  Speaker 4: rabbit's fur. God, I am caught in a snare. I
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  Speaker 4: know not what fine wires round my throat. I only
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  Speaker 4: know I let him finger there my pulse of life,
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  Speaker 4: letting him nose like a stoat who sniffs with joy
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  Speaker 4: before he drinks the blood. And down his mouth comes
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  Speaker 4: to my mouth, and down his dark bright eyes descend
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  Speaker 4: like a fiery hood upon my mind. His mouth meets mine,
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  Speaker 4: and a flood of sweet fires sweeps across me. So
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  Speaker 4: I drown within him, die and find death good. End
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  Speaker 4: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Cherry Robbers by D. H. Lawrence, redflipprivox dot org by
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  Speaker 5: Thomas Peter. Under the long dark boughs like jewels red
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  Speaker 5: in the hair of an Eastern girl, shine strings of
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  Speaker 5: crimson cherries, as if had bled blood drops beneath each
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  Speaker 5: curl under the glistening cherries with folded wings. Three dead
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  Speaker 5: birds lie pale breasted throstles, and a blackbird robberlings stained
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  Speaker 5: with a red dye. Under the haystack, A girl stands
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  Speaker 5: laughing at me, with cherries hung round her ears, offering
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  Speaker 5: me her scarlet fruit. I will see if she has
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  Speaker 5: any tears. End if poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 5: public domain.
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  Speaker 6: Lilies in the Fire by D. H. Lawrence, read for
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  Speaker 6: LibriVox dot org by Eva Davis. One, ah, you stack
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  Speaker 6: of white lilies, all white and gold. I am adrift
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  Speaker 6: as a sunbeam, and without form or having save, I
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  Speaker 6: light on you to warm your pallor into radiance, flush
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  Speaker 6: your cold white beauty into incandescence. You are not a
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  Speaker 6: stack of white lilies tonight, but a white and clustered
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  Speaker 6: star transfigured by me to night, and lighting those ruddy leaves,
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  Speaker 6: like a star dropped through the slender bare arms of
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  Speaker 6: the branches. Your tire maidens, who lift swort arms defend
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  Speaker 6: me off. But I come like a wind, a fire
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  Speaker 6: upon you, like to some stray whitebeam who on you
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  Speaker 6: his fire, unladens. And you are a glistening toadstool shining
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  Speaker 6: here among the crumpled beech leaves, phosphorescent, my stack of
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  Speaker 6: white lilies burning incandescent of me, a soft white star
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  Speaker 6: among the leaves, My dear two, is it with pain,
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  Speaker 6: my dear, that you shudder?
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  Speaker 1: So?
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  Speaker 6: Is it because I have hurt you with pain? My dear?
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  Speaker 6: Did I shiver? Nay? Truly I did not know a
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  Speaker 6: dewdrop may be splashed on my face down here? Why
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  Speaker 6: even now you speak through close shut teeth. I have
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  Speaker 6: been too much for you. Ah, I remember the ground
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  Speaker 6: is a little chilly underneath the leaves, and dear you
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  Speaker 6: consume me all to an ember. You hold yourself all hard,
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  Speaker 6: as if my kiss is hurt as I gave them.
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  Speaker 6: You put me away, ah Never I put you away,
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  Speaker 6: Yet each kiss hisses hot as a drop of fire
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  Speaker 6: wastes me away. Three, I am ashamed. You wanted me
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  Speaker 6: not to night. Nay, it is always so you sigh
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  Speaker 6: with me your radiant stems. When I draw too near,
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  Speaker 6: and my free fire enters your petals like death, you
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  Speaker 6: wilt dead white. Ah, I do know, and I am
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  Speaker 6: deep ashamed. You love me while I hover tenderly like
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  Speaker 6: clinging sunbeams, kissing you. But see when I close in
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  Speaker 6: fire upon you, and you are flamed with the swiftest
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  Speaker 6: fire of my love, you are destroyed. Tis a degradation
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  Speaker 6: deep to me that my best soul's widest lightning, which
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  Speaker 6: should bright attest to God's stepping down to Earth in
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  Speaker 6: one white stride, means only to you a clogged, numb
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  Speaker 6: burden of flesh, heavy to bear, even heavy to uprear
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  Speaker 6: again from earth, like lilies wilted and sere flagged on
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  Speaker 6: the floor that before stood up so fresh. End of poem.
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  Speaker 6: This recording is in the public domain. Coldness in Love
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  Speaker 6: by D. H. Lawrence read for LibriVox dot Org by
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  Speaker 6: Eva Davis. And you remember in the afternoon, the sea
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  Speaker 6: and the sky went gray, as if there had sunk
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  Speaker 6: a floculent dust on the floor of the world. The
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  Speaker 6: festoon of the sky sagged dusty as spider cloth, and
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  Speaker 6: coldness clogged the sea till it ceased to croon. A dank,
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  Speaker 6: sickening scent came up from the grime of weed that
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  Speaker 6: blackened the shore, so that I recoiled, feeling the raw
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  Speaker 6: cold done me. And all the time you leapt about
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  Speaker 6: on the slippery rocks, and through the words that rang
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  Speaker 6: with a brassy, shallow chime, And all day long, that
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  Speaker 6: raw and ancient cold deadened me through till the gray
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  Speaker 6: downs darkened to sleep. Then I longed for you, with
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  Speaker 6: your mantle of love, to fold me over and drive
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  Speaker 6: from out of my body the deep cold that had
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  Speaker 6: sunk to my soul, And there kept hold but still
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  Speaker 6: to me. All evening long you were cold, and I
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  Speaker 6: was numb with a bitter, deathly ache, till old days
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  Speaker 6: drew me back into their fold, and dim sheep crowded
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  Speaker 6: me warm with companionship, and old ghosts clustered me close,
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  Speaker 6: and sleep was cajoled. I slept till dawn at the
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  Speaker 6: window blew in like dust, Like the linty, raw cold
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  Speaker 6: dust disturbed from the floor of a disused room, a gray, pale,
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  Speaker 6: light like must that settled upon my face and hands,
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  Speaker 6: till it seemed to flourish there as pale mold blooms
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  Speaker 6: on a crust. Then I rose in fear, kneading you fearfully,
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  Speaker 6: for I thought you were warm as a sudden jet
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  Speaker 6: of blood. I thought I could plunge in your spurting
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  Speaker 6: hotness and be clean of the cold and the must.
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  Speaker 6: With my hand on the latch, I heard you, in
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  Speaker 6: your sleep speak strangely to me, and I dared not enter,
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  Speaker 6: Feeling suddenly dismayed, So I went and washed my deadened
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  Speaker 6: flesh in the sea, and came back tingling, clean but
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  Speaker 6: worn and frayed with cold, like the shell of the moon.
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  Speaker 6: And strange it seems that my love has dawned in
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  Speaker 6: rose again, like the love of a maid. End of poem.
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  Speaker 6: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: End of Another Home Holiday by D. H. Lawrence read
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  Speaker 1: for LibriVox dot org.
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  Speaker 4: One.
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  Speaker 1: When shall I see the half moon sink again behind
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  Speaker 1: the black sycamore at the end of the garden. When
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  Speaker 1: will the scent of the dim white flocks creep up
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  Speaker 1: the wall to me and in at my open window.
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  Speaker 1: Why is it the long, slow stroke of the midnight bell?
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  Speaker 1: Will it never finish? The twelfth falls again and again
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  Speaker 1: on my heart with a heavy reproach. The moon mist
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  Speaker 1: is over the village. Out of the mist speaks the bell,
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  Speaker 1: and all the little roofs of the village bow low, pitiful, beseeching, resigned,
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  Speaker 1: Oh little home, what is it I have not done well?
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  Speaker 4: Ah?
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  Speaker 6: Home?
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  Speaker 1: Suddenly I love you? As I hear the sharp, clean
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  Speaker 1: trot of a pony down the road, succeeding sharp little
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  Speaker 1: sounds dropping into the silence clear upon the long drawn
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  Speaker 1: hoarseness of a train across the valley. The light has
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  Speaker 1: gone out from under my mother's door, that she should
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  Speaker 1: love me so she so lonely, graying now, and I
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  Speaker 1: leaving her bent on my pursuits. Love is the great asker.
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  Speaker 1: The sun and the rain do not act the secret
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  Speaker 1: of the time. When the grain struggles down in the dark,
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  Speaker 1: the moon walks her lonely way without anguish, because no
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  Speaker 1: loved one grieves over her departure. Two forever ever by
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  Speaker 1: my shoulder, pitiful love will linger crouching as little houses
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  Speaker 1: crouch under the mist. When I turn forever out of
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  Speaker 1: the mist. The church lifts up her reproachful finger, pointing
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  Speaker 1: my eyes in wretched death, defiance, where love hides her
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  Speaker 1: face to mourn. Oh, but the rain creeps down to wet.
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  Speaker 1: The grain, that struggles alone in the dark and asking nothing,
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  Speaker 1: cheerfully steals back again. The moon sets forth o nights
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  Speaker 1: to walk the lonely dusky heights, serenely, with steps unswerving,
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  Speaker 1: pursued by no sigh of bereavement, no tears of love,
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  Speaker 1: unnerving her constant tread, While ever at my side, frail
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  Speaker 1: and sad, with gray bowed head, the big old woman,
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  Speaker 1: the yearning eyed, inexorable love goes lagging. The wild young heifer, glancing,
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  Speaker 1: distraught with a strange new knocking of life at her side,
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  Speaker 1: runs seeking a loneliness. The little grain draws down the
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  Speaker 1: earth to hide, nay, even the slumbrous egg, as it
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  Speaker 1: lay under the shell, patiently to divide and self divide,
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  Speaker 1: asks to be hidden, and wishes nothing to tell. But
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  Speaker 1: when I draw the scanty cloak of silence over my eyes,
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  Speaker 1: piteous love comes peering under the hood, touches the clasp
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  Speaker 1: with trembling fingers, and tries to put her air to
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  Speaker 1: the painful sob of my blood, while her tears soak
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  Speaker 1: through to my breasts, where they burn and cauterize. Three.
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  Speaker 1: The moon lies back and reddens. In the valley, A
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  Speaker 1: corn crake calls monotonously with the piteous, unalterable plaint that
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  Speaker 1: deadens my confident activity, with a hoarse, insistent requests that
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  Speaker 1: falls unwariedly, unwariedly, asking something more of me, yet more
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  Speaker 1: of me. End of poem. This recording is in the public.
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  Speaker 5: Don't Reminder by D. H. Lawrence red for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 5: Org by Thomas Peter. Do you remember how night after
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  Speaker 5: night swept level and low overhead at home, and had
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  Speaker 5: not one star nor one narrow gait for the moon
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  Speaker 5: to go forth to her field of November? And you
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  Speaker 5: remember how towards the north a red blot on the
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  Speaker 5: sky burns like a blotch of anxiety over the forges,
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  Speaker 5: and small flames ply like ghosts the shadow of the ember.
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  Speaker 5: Those were the days when it was awful autumn to me,
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  Speaker 5: when only there glowed on the dark of the sky,
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  Speaker 5: the red reflection of her agony, my beloved smelting down
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  Speaker 5: in the blaze of death. My dearest love, who had
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  Speaker 5: borne and was now leaving me and I at the
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  Speaker 5: foot of her cross, did suffer my own gyessemone. So
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  Speaker 5: I came to you, and twice, after great kisses, I
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  Speaker 5: saw the rim of the moon divinely rise and strive
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  Speaker 5: to detach yourself from the raw, blackened edge of the skies,
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  Speaker 5: strive to escape with her whiteness, revealing my sunken world,
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  Speaker 5: tall and loftily shadowed. But the moon, never magnolia like,
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  Speaker 5: unfurled her white, her lamp like shape. For you told
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  Speaker 5: me no, and bade me not to ask for the
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  Speaker 5: dour communion, offering a better thing. So I lay on
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  Speaker 5: your breast for an obscure hour, feeling your fingers go
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  Speaker 5: like a rhythmic breeze over my hair and tracing my
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  Speaker 5: brows till I knew you not from a little wind.
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  Speaker 5: I wonder now, if God allows us only one moment,
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  Speaker 5: tis Keys, if only then you could have unlocked the
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  Speaker 5: moon on the night, and I baptized myself in the
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  Speaker 5: light of your love. We both have entered then the white,
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  Speaker 5: pure passion and never again. I wonder, if only you
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  Speaker 5: had taken me then, how different life would have been.
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  Speaker 5: Should I have spent myself in waste, and you have
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  Speaker 5: bent your pride through being lonely. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 5: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: Bye and If by D. H. Lawrence read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 6: dot Org by Eva Davis. The little river twittering in
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  Speaker 6: the twilight, the wan wondering look of the pale sky.
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  Speaker 6: This is almost bliss, and everything shut up and gone
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  Speaker 6: to sleep. All the troubles and anxieties and pain gone
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  Speaker 6: under the twilight. Only the twilight now and the soft
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  Speaker 6: sh of the river that will last forever. And it lasts.
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  Speaker 6: I know my love for you is here. I can
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  Speaker 6: see it all. It is whole, like the twilight. It
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  Speaker 6: is large, so large I could not see it before
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  Speaker 6: because of the little lights and flickers and interruptions, troubles,
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  Speaker 6: anxieties and pains. You are the call and I am
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  Speaker 6: the answer. You are the wish and I the fulfillment.
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  Speaker 6: You are the night and I the day. What else?
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  Speaker 6: It is perfect enough? It is perfectly complete, you and I.
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  Speaker 6: What more strange? How we suffer in spite of this
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  Speaker 6: End of palm. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Lightning by D. H. Lawrence readfolibrivox dot Org by Peter Yearsley.
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  Speaker 3: I felt the lurch and halts of her heart next
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  Speaker 3: my breast, where my own heart was beating, and I
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  Speaker 3: laughed to feel it. Plunge and bound and strange in
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  Speaker 3: my blood swept ears. Was the sound of the words
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  Speaker 3: I kept repeating, repeating, with tightened arms and the hot
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  Speaker 3: blood's blindfold art. Her breath flew warm against my neck,
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  Speaker 3: warm as a flame in the close night air, and
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  Speaker 3: the sense of her clinging flesh was sweet where her
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  Speaker 3: arms and my neck's blood surge could meet. Holding her,
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  Speaker 3: Thus did I care that the black night hid her
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  Speaker 3: from me, blotted out every speck. I leaned me forward
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  Speaker 3: to find her lips and claim her utterly in a kiss.
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  Speaker 3: When the lightning flew across her face, and I saw
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  Speaker 3: her for the flaring space of a second, afraid of
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  Speaker 3: the clips of my arms, inert with dread, wilted in
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  Speaker 3: fear of my kiss. A moment, like a wavering spark.
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  Speaker 3: Her face lay there before my breast, pale, love, lost
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  Speaker 3: in a snow of fear, and guarded by a glittering tear,
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  Speaker 3: and lips apart with dumb cries. A moment, and she
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  Speaker 3: was taken again in the merciful dark. I heard the
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  Speaker 3: thunder and felt the rain, and my arms fell loose,
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  Speaker 3: and I was dumb almost. I hated her, she was
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  Speaker 3: so good. Hated myself and the place, and my blood,
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  Speaker 3: which burned with rage. As I bade her come home,
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  Speaker 3: away home ere the lightning floated forth again. End of poem.
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  Speaker 3: This recording is in the public domain. Song Day in
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  Speaker 3: Autumn by D. H. Lawrence Readfolibrivox dot Org by Peter Yearsley.
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  Speaker 3: When the autumn roses are heavy with dew, before the
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  Speaker 3: mist discloses the leaf's brown hue, you would among the
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  Speaker 3: laughing hills of yesterday, walk innocent in the daffodils, coifing
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  Speaker 3: up your auburn hair in a Puritan filet, a chaste
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  Speaker 3: white snare to catch and keep me with you there,
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  Speaker 3: so far away, when from the autumn roses trickles the dew,
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  Speaker 3: When the blue mist uncloses and the sun looks through
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  Speaker 3: you from those startled hills, come away out of the
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  Speaker 3: withering daffodils, thoughtful and half afraid, plaiting a heavy auburn
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  Speaker 3: braid and coiling it round the wise brows of a
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  Speaker 3: maid who was scared in her play when in the
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  Speaker 3: autumn roses creeps a bee, and a trembling flower encloses
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  Speaker 3: his ecstasy. You from your lonely walk, turn away and
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  Speaker 3: leaning to me, like a flower on its stalk, Wait
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  Speaker 3: among the beeches for your late bee, who beseeches to
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  Speaker 3: creep through your loosened hair till he reaches your heart
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  Speaker 3: of dismay. End of Poe. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 3: public domain.
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  Speaker 6: Aware by D. H. Lawrence, read for LibriVox dot org
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  Speaker 6: by Eva Davis. Slowly the moon is rising out of
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  Speaker 6: the ruddy haze, divesting herself of her golden shift, and
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  Speaker 6: so a merching white, an exquisite. And I, in a maze,
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  Speaker 6: see in the sky before me, a woman I did
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  Speaker 6: not know I loved. But there she goes, and her
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  Speaker 6: beauty hurts my heart. I follow her down the night,
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  Speaker 6: begging her not to depart. End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 6: is in the public domain. A Pang of Reminiscence by D. H.
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  Speaker 6: Lawrence read for LibriVox dot org by Eva Davis. High
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  Speaker 6: and smaller goes the moon. She is small and very
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  Speaker 6: far from me, wistful and candid, watching me wistfully, And
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  Speaker 6: I see trembling blue in her pallor a tear that
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  Speaker 6: surely I have seen before, a tear which I had
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  Speaker 6: hoped that even hal held not again in store. End
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  Speaker 6: of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A
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  Speaker 6: White Blossom by D. H. Lawrence read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 6: org by Eva Davis. A tiny moon, as white and
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  Speaker 6: small as a single jasmine flower, leans all alone above
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  Speaker 6: my window on night's wintry bower. Liquid as lime tree blossom,
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  Speaker 6: soft as brilliant water or rain. She shines the one
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  Speaker 6: white love of my youth, which all sin cannot stain.
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  Speaker 6: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Red Moonrise by D. H. Lawrence, read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 5: org by Thomas Peter. The train, in running across the wheeld,
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  Speaker 5: has fallen into a steadier stroke, so even it beats
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  Speaker 5: like silence, and sky and earth in one unbroke embrace
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  Speaker 5: of darkness lie round and crushed between them. All the
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  Speaker 5: loose and litterid lettering of leaves and hills and houses close,
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  Speaker 5: and we can use the open book of landscape no more,
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  Speaker 5: for the covers of darkness have shut upon its written pages,
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  Speaker 5: and sky and earth and all between are closed in one,
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  Speaker 5: and we are smothered between the darkness. We close our
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  Speaker 5: eyes and say hush. We try to escape and sleep
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  Speaker 5: the terror of this immense, deep darkness, and we lie
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  Speaker 5: wrapt up for sleep. And then, Dear God, from out
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  Speaker 5: of the twofold darkness red, as if from the womb,
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  Speaker 5: the moon arises, as if the twin walled darkness had
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  Speaker 5: bled in one great spasm of birth, and given us
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  Speaker 5: this new red moon rise, which lies on the knees
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  Speaker 5: of the darkness, bloody, and makes us hide our eyes.
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  Speaker 5: The train beats frantic in haste, and struggles away from
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  Speaker 5: this ruddy tear of birth that has slid down from
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  Speaker 5: out of the loins of night to flame our way
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  Speaker 5: with fear. But God, I am glad, so glad that
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  Speaker 5: I drown my terror with joy confirmation. For now lies
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  Speaker 5: God all red before me. And I am glad as
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  Speaker 5: the mage I were when they saw the rosy brow
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  Speaker 5: of the infant. Bless their constant folly which had brought
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  Speaker 5: them thither to God. For now I know that the
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  Speaker 5: womb is a great red passion. Whence rises all the
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  Speaker 5: shapeliness that dex us here below yea like the fire
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  Speaker 5: that boils within this ball of Earth, and quickens all
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  Speaker 5: herself with flowers. God burns within the stiffened clay of us.
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  Speaker 5: And every flash of thought that we and ours send
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  Speaker 5: up to Heaven, and every movement does fly like a
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  Speaker 5: spark from this godfire of passion and pain of birth,
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  Speaker 5: and joy of the begetting, and sweat of labor, and
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  Speaker 5: the meanest fashion of fretting or of gladness. But the
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  Speaker 5: jetting of a trail of the great fire against the
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  Speaker 5: sky where we can see it, a jet from the
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  Speaker 5: innermost fire, And even in the watery shells that lie
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  Speaker 5: alive within the cozy under mire, a grain of this
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  Speaker 5: same fire I can descry. And then within the screaming
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  Speaker 5: birds that fly across the lightning when the storm leaps higher,
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  Speaker 5: and then the swirling, flaming folk that try to come
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  Speaker 5: like fireflames at their fierce desire. They are as Earth's dread,
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  Speaker 5: spurting flames apply a while and gush forth death, and
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  Speaker 5: then expire. And though it be Love's wet blue eyes
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  Speaker 5: that cry to hot Love to relinquish its desire, still
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  Speaker 5: in their depths, I see the same red spark as
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  Speaker 5: rose tonight upon us from the dark end of poem.
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  Speaker 5: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Return by D. H. Lawrence read for libovox dot org.
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  Speaker 1: Now I come again, you who have so desired my coming?
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  Speaker 1: Why do you look away from me? Why is your
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  Speaker 1: she burn against me? Have I inspired such anger as
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  Speaker 1: sets your mouth unwontedly? Ah? Here I sit while you
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  Speaker 1: break the music beneath your bow, for broken it is,
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  Speaker 1: and hurting to hear cease? Then from music does anguish
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  Speaker 1: of absence bequeath me only aloofness? When I would draw
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  Speaker 1: near end of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: The appeal by D. H. Lawrence read for liberyvox dot
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  Speaker 7: org by Jack Allen on April two, twenty seventeen. You, Helen,
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  Speaker 7: who see the stars as mistletoe berries burning in a
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  Speaker 7: black tree. You, surely seeing I am a bowl of kisses,
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  Speaker 7: should put your mouth to mine and drink of me. Helen,
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  Speaker 7: you let my kiss esteem wasteful into the night. Black
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  Speaker 7: nostrils drink me up. I pray, Oh you who are
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  Speaker 7: knights pecante? How can you for my bowl of kiss
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  Speaker 7: a shrink? End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 7: public domain.
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  Speaker 6: Repulsed by D. H. Lawrence read for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 6: by Eva Davis. The last silk floating thought has gone
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  Speaker 6: from the dandelion stem, and the flesh of the stock
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  Speaker 6: holds up for nothing a blank diadem. The knight's flood
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  Speaker 6: winds have lifted my last desire for me, and my
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  Speaker 6: hollow flesh stands up in the night abandonedly. Overhead, the
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  Speaker 6: nightly heavens, like an open immense eye, like a cat's
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  Speaker 6: distended pupil, sparkles with sudden stars, as with thoughts that
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  Speaker 6: flush and crackle in uncouth malignancy. They glitter at me,
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  Speaker 6: and I fear the fierce snapping of night's thoughts stars
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  Speaker 6: Beyond me. Up in the darkness goes the gush of
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  Speaker 6: the lights of two towns, as the breath which rushes
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  Speaker 6: upwards from the nostrils of an immense life crouched across
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  Speaker 6: the globe, ready if need be, to pounce across the
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  Speaker 6: space upon Heaven's high, hostile eminence. All round me, but
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  Speaker 6: far away, the night's twin consciousness roars with sounds that
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  Speaker 6: endlessly swell and sink, like the storm of thought in
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  Speaker 6: the brain, lifting and falling like slow breaths taken pulsing
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  Speaker 6: like oars, immense that beat the blood of the night
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  Speaker 6: down its vein the night is immense and awful Helen.
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  Speaker 6: And I am insect, small in the fur of this hill,
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  Speaker 6: clung on to the fur of shaggy black heather, a
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  Speaker 6: palpitant speck in the fur of the night, and afraid
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  Speaker 6: of all seeing the world in the sky like creatures
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  Speaker 6: hostile together and I in the fur of the world,
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  Speaker 6: and you a pale fleck from the sky. How we
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  Speaker 6: hate each other tonight, hate you and I, As the
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  Speaker 6: world of activity hates the dream that goes on on high,
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  Speaker 6: as a man hates the dreaming woman he loves, but
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  Speaker 6: who will not reply. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 6: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Dream Confused by D. H. Lawrence read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 4: Org by Nemo. Is that the moon at the window,
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  Speaker 4: so big and red. No one in the room, no
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  Speaker 4: one near the bed listen her shoon palpitating down the stair,
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  Speaker 4: or beat of wings at the window. There a moment
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  Speaker 4: ago she kissed me warm on the mouth. The very
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  Speaker 4: moon in the south is warm with a bloody glow.
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  Speaker 4: The moon from far abysses signaling those two kisses and
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  Speaker 4: now the moon goes slowly out of the west, and
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  Speaker 4: slowly back in my breast. My kisses are sinking, soon
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  Speaker 4: to leave me at rest. And a poem. This recording
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  Speaker 4: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Carol by D. H. Long Read for libovox dot org.
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  Speaker 1: The trees rise tall and taller, lifted on a subtle
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  Speaker 1: rush of cool, gray flame that issuing out of the
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  Speaker 1: dawn has sifted the spirit from each leaf's frame. For
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  Speaker 1: the trailing, leisurely rapture of life drifts dimly forward, easily
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  Speaker 1: hidden by bright leaves uttered aloud, and strife of shapes
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  Speaker 1: in the gray mist. Chidden the gray, phosphorescent pellucid advance
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  Speaker 1: of the luminous purpose of God shines out where the
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  Speaker 1: lofty trees athwart stream, chance to shake flakes of its
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  Speaker 1: shadow about the subtle, steady rush of the whole graceful
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  Speaker 1: mist of advancing God as he silently sweeps to his somewhere.
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  Speaker 1: His goal is heard in the grass of the sod,
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  Speaker 1: is heard in the windless whisper of leaves, in the
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  Speaker 1: sight violent labors of men in the fields, in the
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  Speaker 1: downward dropping of flimsy sheaves of cloud, the rain skies
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  Speaker 1: yield in the tapping haste of a fallen leaf, in
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  Speaker 1: the flapping of red roof smoke, and the small footstepping
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  Speaker 1: tap of men Beneath these trees, so huge and tall.
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  Speaker 1: For what can all sharp rimmed substance but catch in
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  Speaker 1: a backward ripple God's purpose reveal for a moment his
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  Speaker 1: mighty direction, snatch a spark beneath his wheel. Since God
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  Speaker 1: sweeps onward, dim and vast, creating the channeled vein of
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  Speaker 1: man and leaf for his passage, his shadow is cast
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  Speaker 1: on all for us to scan, ah listen, for silence
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  Speaker 1: is not lonely imitate the magnificent trees that speak no
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  Speaker 1: word of their rapture, but only breathe largely the luminous spreeze.
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  Speaker 1: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Morning Work by D. H. Lawrence read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 5: Org by Thomas Peter. A gang of laborers on the
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  Speaker 5: piled wet timber that shines blood red beside the railway
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  Speaker 5: siding seem to be making out of the blue of
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  Speaker 5: the morning something fiery and fine. The shuttles sliding the
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  Speaker 5: red gold spools of their hands and faces, shuttling hither
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  Speaker 5: and thither across the morn's crystalline frame of blue trolls
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  Speaker 5: at the cave of ringing cerulean, mining and laughing with work,
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  Speaker 5: living their work like a game. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 5: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Transformations by D. H. Lawrence read for LibriVox dot org. One.
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  Speaker 1: The town, oh you, stiff shapes swift transformation seethes about you.
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  Speaker 1: Only last night you were a sodom smoldering in the dense,
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  Speaker 1: soiled air, To day a thicket of sunshine with blue
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  Speaker 1: smoke wreaths. To morrow, swimming in evening's vague dim vapor,
• 42:32
  Speaker 1: like a weeded city in shadow, under the sea, beneath
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  Speaker 1: an ocean of shimmering light. You will be then a
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  Speaker 1: group of toadstools waiting the moon's white taper. And when
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  Speaker 1: I awake in the morning after rain, to find the
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  Speaker 1: new houses, a cluster of lilies glittering in scarlet, alive,
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  Speaker 1: with the birds bright, twittering, I'll say your bond of
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  Speaker 1: ugliness is vain. Two the Earth, Oh Earth, you spinning
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  Speaker 1: clod of earth. And then you lamp, you lemon colored beauty,
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  Speaker 1: Oh Earth, you rotten apple rolling downward, Then brilliant Earth,
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  Speaker 1: from the burr of night, in beauty as a jewel
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  Speaker 1: brown horse chestnut newly issued. You are all these and strange.
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  Speaker 1: It is my duty to take you all sordid or
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  Speaker 1: radiant tissued three men O laborers, Oh, shuttles across the
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  Speaker 1: blue frame of morning, You feet of the rainbow, balancing
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  Speaker 1: the sky. Oh you who flash your arms like rockets
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  Speaker 1: to heaven, who in lassitude lean as yachts on the
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  Speaker 1: sea wind lie, You who in crowds are rhododendrons in blossom,
• 43:54
  Speaker 1: who stand alone in pride like lighted lamps, who grappling
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  Speaker 1: down with work or hate or passion, takes strange lithe
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  Speaker 1: form of a beast that sweats and ramps. You who
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  Speaker 1: are twisted in grief like crumpled beech leaves, who curl
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  Speaker 1: and sleep like kittens, who kiss as a swarm of clustered,
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  Speaker 1: vibrating bees, who fall to earth at last like a
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  Speaker 1: bean pod? What are you, oh? Multiform? End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Renaissance by D. H. Lawrence, redflibrivox dot Org by Thomas Peter.
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  Speaker 5: We have bitch, no forbidden apple eve, and I yet
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  Speaker 5: the splashes of day and night falling round us no
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  Speaker 5: longer dapple, the same eden with purple and white. This
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  Speaker 5: is our own, still valley, our Eden, our home. But
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  Speaker 5: day shows it vivid with feeling, and the pallor of
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  Speaker 5: night does not tally with dark sleep that once covered
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  Speaker 5: its ceiling. My little red heifer to night, I looked
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  Speaker 5: in her eyes, she will calve tomorrow. Last night, when
• 45:15
  Speaker 5: I went with the lantern, the sow was grabbing her
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  Speaker 5: litter with red snarling jaws. And I heard the cries
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  Speaker 5: of the new born, and after that the old owl,
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  Speaker 5: then the bats that flitter. And I woke to the
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  Speaker 5: sound of the woodpigeons, and lay and listened till I
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  Speaker 5: could borrow a few quick beats of a woodpigeon's heart.
• 45:37
  Speaker 5: And when I did rise, the morning sun on the
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  Speaker 5: shaken iris glistened, and I saw that home, this valley
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  Speaker 5: was wider than paradise. I learned it all from my Eve,
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  Speaker 5: this warm, dumb wisdom. She is a finer instructress than years.
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  Speaker 5: She has taught my heart strings to weave through the
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  Speaker 5: web of all laughter and tears. And now I see
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  Speaker 5: the valley fleshed all like me, with feelings that change
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  Speaker 5: and quiver, and all things seemed to tally with something
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  Speaker 5: in me, something of which she's the giver. End of poem.
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  Speaker 5: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: Dog Tired by D. H. Lawrence, read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 6: Org by Eva Davis. If she would come to me
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  Speaker 6: here now, the sunken swaths are glittering paths to the sun,
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  Speaker 6: and the swallows cut clear into the low sun. If
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  Speaker 6: she came to me here, If she would come to
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  Speaker 6: me now, before the last mon hairbells are dead, while
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  Speaker 6: that fetch clump yet burns red, for all the bats
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  Speaker 6: have dropped from the bough into the cool of night.
• 47:06
  Speaker 6: If she came to me now, the horses are untackled,
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  Speaker 6: the chattering machine is still at last. If she would come,
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  Speaker 6: I would gather up the warm hay from the hill
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  Speaker 6: brow and lie in her lap till the green sky
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  Speaker 6: ceased to quiver and lost its tired sheen. I should
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  Speaker 6: like to drop on the hay with my head on
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  Speaker 6: her knee, and lie stone still while she breathed quiet
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  Speaker 6: above me. We could stop till the stars came out
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  Speaker 6: to see. I should like to lie still, as if
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  Speaker 6: I was dead. Feeling her hand goes stealing over my
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  Speaker 6: face and my hair, until this ache was shed, end
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  Speaker 6: of palm. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 8: Michael Angelo by D. H. Lorrence read for Librevox dot
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  Speaker 8: Org by Larry Wilson. God shook thy roundness and his
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  Speaker 8: fingers cup. He sunk his hands in firmness down thy sides,
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  Speaker 8: and drew the circle of his grasp, O Man, along
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  Speaker 8: thy limbs. Delighted thine his brides, and so thou wert.
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  Speaker 8: God is shapen. His finger curved thy mouth for thee,
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  Speaker 8: and his strong shoulder placed THEE upright art not proud
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  Speaker 8: to see in the curve of Thine exquisite form the
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  Speaker 8: joy of the molder. He took a hand full of
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  Speaker 8: light and rolled the ball, compressed it till its beam
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  Speaker 8: grew wondrous dark. Then gave THEE thy dark eyes, O man,
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  Speaker 8: that all he made had doorway to THEE through that spark.
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  Speaker 8: God lonely put down his mouth in a kiss of creation.
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  Speaker 8: He kissed THEE, O Man, in a passion of love,
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  Speaker 8: and left the vivid life of his love in thy
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  Speaker 8: mouth and thy nostrils. Keep then the kiss from the
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  Speaker 8: adulterous theft. In the poem This recording is in the
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  Speaker 8: public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Violence by D. H. Lawrence read for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 2: by Anne Fletcher, sister then nose while we was on
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  Speaker 2: the planks aside at grave, while coffin relying yet on
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  Speaker 2: yellow clay and white flower's top of it, trying to
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  Speaker 2: keep off on him a bit at wet and passing
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  Speaker 2: making haste, and all the black huddling close together a
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  Speaker 2: cause it rain. Did happen to notice a bit of
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  Speaker 2: a glass away back by a headstone, sobbing and sobbing again?
• 50:23
  Speaker 2: How should I be looking round and me standing on
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  Speaker 2: the plank beside the oaken ground where our tedd would
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  Speaker 2: soon be sank, and him that young snaps sudden out
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  Speaker 2: of all his wickedness among pal's worse than any name
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  Speaker 2: as you could call. Let be that this summer bad
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  Speaker 2: as we like better are all your good? And he
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  Speaker 2: was one, and cause I liked him best, and better
• 50:54
  Speaker 2: are they? I can abide to think where he is gone,
• 50:59
  Speaker 2: and know that I liked em better. To me, well,
• 51:02
  Speaker 2: let me tell thee about this lass. When you'd gone,
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  Speaker 2: I stopped behind aunt paddingt dripping wet, and watched what
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  Speaker 2: I had on. I should have seed her slive up
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  Speaker 2: when we'd gone, I should have seed her kneel and
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  Speaker 2: look in at sloppy wet grave, and her little neck
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  Speaker 2: shone that white, and I shook that much. I'd like
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  Speaker 2: to begin screeting miss Anna as well, and undid her
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  Speaker 2: black jacket at bosom and took from out of it
• 51:38
  Speaker 2: over a double handful of violets, all in her pack,
• 51:42
  Speaker 2: graveled blue and white, warm for a bit at smell
• 51:47
  Speaker 2: and wafting to me. Her put her face right into
• 51:52
  Speaker 2: them and screeched out again. Then after a bit he
• 51:58
  Speaker 2: dropped him down that place, and I come away because
• 52:04
  Speaker 2: of the team in rain end of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 2: is in the public domain, whether or not by D. H.
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  Speaker 2: Lawrence read for LibriVox dot Org by Anne Fletcher Dunne.
• 52:26
  Speaker 2: They tell me it isn't mother Donethy darneth thee why
• 52:33
  Speaker 2: he'll be coming to tell thee his sand wench want
• 52:35
  Speaker 2: I that doesn't mean to say to me mother is
• 52:41
  Speaker 2: gone with that? My gal out'll do for a man
• 52:45
  Speaker 2: in the dark. Thou has got it flat. What as
• 52:48
  Speaker 2: old mother, there's twenty year old andnner aim aye and
• 52:55
  Speaker 2: yeller as a crawflower and yet it's dark heard do
• 52:59
  Speaker 2: for tim there never believes it, mother does, sir, it's
• 53:04
  Speaker 2: somebody's lies. Ask him this end wench w does Lodger,
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  Speaker 2: it's no surprise widow of forty five with a bitter
• 53:18
  Speaker 2: swarthy skin to a tysed ladder twenty five, and him
• 53:23
  Speaker 2: to have been too kin a widow of forty five
• 53:29
  Speaker 2: as a sludge like a horse all alife till he's
• 53:33
  Speaker 2: tough as wit leather to slie between a lad and
• 53:37
  Speaker 2: his wife. Widow of forty five, a tough old occhal
• 53:44
  Speaker 2: we long witched teeth and her black oak eyes. As
• 53:47
  Speaker 2: I've mistrusted all along, hann As has kept me and
• 53:53
  Speaker 2: shut like a daisy bud, clean and new and nice.
• 53:59
  Speaker 2: So's he wed, he has somewhat good, her name as
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  Speaker 2: nice and fresh as any man in force to have
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  Speaker 2: gone and given his white young flesh to a woman.
• 54:13
  Speaker 2: That course, you're a stout to breathe this snow mistaying? Right?
• 54:21
  Speaker 2: Are you making Brinsley way? I'm off up lying to Underwood.
• 54:27
  Speaker 2: We address as he's wanted today. Ah, are you going
• 54:32
  Speaker 2: to Underwood happen? Then you've heard what's that has happened?
• 54:38
  Speaker 2: I've heard on Missus, speak up. You needn't be heard
• 54:43
  Speaker 2: where you're a young man and with a nailer. Here
• 54:47
  Speaker 2: is he Lodge's way. They say he's got a weird child,
• 54:51
  Speaker 2: but there it's nothing to do with me though. If
• 54:54
  Speaker 2: it's true, they'll turn him out at police force without fail.
• 54:59
  Speaker 2: And if it's not true, i'd back my life. They'll
• 55:02
  Speaker 2: listen to her tail. Well, I'm believing no tail, missus.
• 55:08
  Speaker 2: I'm saying for miss Anne. And when I know for sure, Missus,
• 55:14
  Speaker 2: I'll talk. Then Nay, robin redbreast, then needna sit nodding
• 55:21
  Speaker 2: the head at me, my breast as red as thine.
• 55:24
  Speaker 2: I reckon flayed red if I could but see, Nay,
• 55:29
  Speaker 2: you blessed pea whips. You needn't screet at me. I'm screeting,
• 55:34
  Speaker 2: miss Henne. Arena going to let everybody see thou arts
• 55:40
  Speaker 2: mot graveled bunny laruping neck and crop. It's snow, but
• 55:45
  Speaker 2: I'll warrant thee bunny. I'm further o'er the top now, Sythy.
• 55:52
  Speaker 2: They're at railroad crossing warman is sin at the stool
• 55:57
  Speaker 2: at fire under the tank as fills the engine. If
• 56:01
  Speaker 2: there isn't my dearly beloved liar, my constable, we is
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  Speaker 2: button breast, as stout as the truth, my sirs, and
• 56:13
  Speaker 2: his face as bold as a robin. It's much he
• 56:17
  Speaker 2: cares for this nice old shame and disgrace. Oh but
• 56:22
  Speaker 2: he drops his flag when he sees me, yes, and
• 56:26
  Speaker 2: his face goes white. Oh, yes, that can stare at
• 56:31
  Speaker 2: me with thy fierce blue eyes. But that doesn't stare
• 56:34
  Speaker 2: me out. I guess whatever brings thee out so far
• 56:40
  Speaker 2: in all this depth of snow, I'm taking home a
• 56:44
  Speaker 2: wedding dress if I'm on? No, why is there a
• 56:48
  Speaker 2: wedding at Underwood, as that ned trudge up here? It's
• 56:53
  Speaker 2: with a nailer's wedding dress, and as wanting it? I
• 56:57
  Speaker 2: hear he does know no wedding dress?
• 57:02
  Speaker 7: What?
• 57:03
  Speaker 6: What?
• 57:03
  Speaker 2: What does mean? Doesn't he know what I mean? Tim? Yeah,
• 57:08
  Speaker 2: there must have been hard to wean that a goodness's
• 57:12
  Speaker 2: sucking in yet, Timmy? But tell me, isn't it true?
• 57:17
  Speaker 2: As her'll be wanting my wedding dress in a week
• 57:20
  Speaker 2: or two? There's no occasions. Tell me, on, Lizzie, what's
• 57:25
  Speaker 2: done is done done? I should think so done? But
• 57:33
  Speaker 2: might I ask when thou begun? It's THEE as has
• 57:38
  Speaker 2: done it as much as me, Lizzie. I'll tell THEE
• 57:40
  Speaker 2: that me gotten a child to thy landlady that has
• 57:46
  Speaker 2: gotten the answer. Patters are all as has. But let
• 57:50
  Speaker 2: me tell THEE hadn't ha sent me home when I
• 57:53
  Speaker 2: was almost boosting, mad at mess and and walking in
• 57:56
  Speaker 2: agony after thy kisses Lizzie, after that lying right up
• 58:01
  Speaker 2: to me, Lizzie, and melted into me, melted into Miller's
• 58:06
  Speaker 2: heel till I was verily sweltered. And if my Landlady
• 58:10
  Speaker 2: seed me like it, and if her cloak in tiger's
• 58:14
  Speaker 2: eyes went through me just as the light went out,
• 58:18
  Speaker 2: is it any cause for surprise? No cause for surprise
• 58:23
  Speaker 2: at all, my lad, after licking and snuffing at me,
• 58:28
  Speaker 2: that could turn thy mouth on a woman like her,
• 58:32
  Speaker 2: and did to find her good? I did? But afterwards
• 58:37
  Speaker 2: I should like to have killed her. Afterwards, sir, and
• 58:42
  Speaker 2: after how long were it that like to her? Killeder?
• 58:46
  Speaker 2: Saying them all is dunne they I might lose me son.
• 58:51
  Speaker 2: I'll only say goodbye to THEE, Timothy, and hear THEE
• 58:55
  Speaker 2: back again. I'll take the word goodbye is but a
• 59:00
  Speaker 2: shanna marry her ash shunna for nobody. Tis very nice
• 59:04
  Speaker 2: on you, sir. The child mun take its look at one,
• 59:09
  Speaker 2: and she mun take her look for I tell you,
• 59:12
  Speaker 2: I shanna marry her. What HER's got her tuck? That's
• 59:18
  Speaker 2: spoken like a man. Tommy, that's spoken like a man.
• 59:24
  Speaker 2: He up and fired off his pistol, and then away
• 59:27
  Speaker 2: he ran a dam Well, Shanna marry her. Should do
• 59:32
  Speaker 2: at it no more. I'll chuck the flaming lot of you.
• 59:36
  Speaker 2: You needn't have swore. That's his collar round the candlestick,
• 59:44
  Speaker 2: and that's the dark blue tie I bought him. And
• 59:47
  Speaker 2: these is the woman's kids. Is a fond on. And
• 59:51
  Speaker 2: here comes the cat that caught him. I don't know
• 59:55
  Speaker 2: where His eyes was a great round shouldered eg eyes, sirs.
• 1:00:02
  Speaker 2: To think of him stooping to you'd wonder he could
• 1:00:06
  Speaker 2: throw hisself in that sink. I expect you know who
• 1:00:11
  Speaker 2: I am, missus Naylor. Oh yeah, yes, you're Is he
• 1:00:15
  Speaker 2: staying right? Happen you might guess what I've come for happened? No,
• 1:00:22
  Speaker 2: mightn't happened to? Might you knowed? As I was caughting
• 1:00:27
  Speaker 2: Tim murphin, Yes, I knowed he were caught in thee
• 1:00:33
  Speaker 2: and yet you've been carrying on with him, ay, and
• 1:00:37
  Speaker 2: then well, well now you've got to pay for it.
• 1:00:43
  Speaker 2: And if I an, what's that today? For he isn't
• 1:00:47
  Speaker 2: going to marry her? Is it that toss or TwixT
• 1:00:51
  Speaker 2: thee and me? It's not toss up TwixT thee and me?
• 1:00:57
  Speaker 2: Then what ant carly foggling? For I'm not having your
• 1:01:02
  Speaker 2: oughts and slats which and I said you were. I
• 1:01:07
  Speaker 2: want you to know. Is none marrying you? There wants
• 1:01:12
  Speaker 2: in this send too bad? Though we'll see as he
• 1:01:16
  Speaker 2: pays you and comes to the scratch that for doing
• 1:01:21
  Speaker 2: a lot wi it lad to think I should have
• 1:01:26
  Speaker 2: to apple and careful we a woman and pay her
• 1:01:30
  Speaker 2: a price for letting me marry the lad as I
• 1:01:34
  Speaker 2: thought to marry Wi Cabs and Rice. But we'll go
• 1:01:39
  Speaker 2: unbeknown to the registrar and give her what money there is,
• 1:01:44
  Speaker 2: for I won't be behold such as her for anything.
• 1:01:48
  Speaker 2: It is. Take off the duty stripes, Tim and come
• 1:01:53
  Speaker 2: with me in here, take off the policeman's helmet and
• 1:01:57
  Speaker 2: look me clear. Oh wish Dad and had done it him?
• 1:02:02
  Speaker 2: I do, and that I do, for whenever I look
• 1:02:06
  Speaker 2: the imp face, I shall see her face too. I
• 1:02:12
  Speaker 2: wish they could wash her off on THEE, for I
• 1:02:15
  Speaker 2: used to think that thy face was the finest thing
• 1:02:19
  Speaker 2: that ever met my eye. Hum twenty pound of I
• 1:02:24
  Speaker 2: own last, and fifty pound I thine shall go to
• 1:02:29
  Speaker 2: pay the woman, and we might bit. We'll buy all
• 1:02:32
  Speaker 2: as we shall want for furniture when they'll leave this
• 1:02:36
  Speaker 2: place and we'll be married at registrar. No, lift their face,
• 1:02:43
  Speaker 2: Lift their face and look at me. Man up and
• 1:02:45
  Speaker 2: look at me. Sorry I am for this business. I'm
• 1:02:51
  Speaker 2: sorry if I have driven THEE to such a thing.
• 1:02:56
  Speaker 2: But it's a poor tale. That's I'm bound to say.
• 1:03:00
  Speaker 2: Before I can take THEE. I've got a widower forty
• 1:03:03
  Speaker 2: five to pay. Donnot think but what I love THEE.
• 1:03:09
  Speaker 2: I love THEE well indeed. And I wish as this
• 1:03:14
  Speaker 2: tale of thine would never my tale to tell.
• 1:03:18
  Speaker 4: Deed.
• 1:03:19
  Speaker 2: And I wish as I could have stood at the
• 1:03:21
  Speaker 2: altar with THEE and been proud of THEE, that I
• 1:03:26
  Speaker 2: could have been first woman to THEE, as our at
• 1:03:29
  Speaker 2: first man to me. But may one make the best
• 1:03:34
  Speaker 2: on it. I'll read thy child, if ear'll yield it
• 1:03:38
  Speaker 2: to me, And then with that twenty pound we year,
• 1:03:41
  Speaker 2: I should think her wing to be so very much
• 1:03:44
  Speaker 2: worser off than I were before. And now look up
• 1:03:48
  Speaker 2: and answer me, for I've had massay and there's no
• 1:03:52
  Speaker 2: more sorrow to sup. Yeah, that's a man. That's a
• 1:03:58
  Speaker 2: fine big man, But never a babby had eyes as
• 1:04:03
  Speaker 2: sulky an omine as thine. Hast hope to say otherwise
• 1:04:08
  Speaker 2: from what I've arranged with it a man? What a
• 1:04:14
  Speaker 2: stubborn jackass? Thou art kiss me?
• 1:04:18
  Speaker 4: Then the.
• 1:04:21
  Speaker 1: No mind?
• 1:04:22
  Speaker 2: If a screet o were fonder these sweetheart end of poem.
• 1:04:31
  Speaker 2: This recording is in the public domain. A Collier's Wife
• 1:04:42
  Speaker 2: by D. H. Lawrence read for LibriVox dot Org by
• 1:04:47
  Speaker 2: Anne Fletcher. Somebody's knocking at the door. Mother, come down
• 1:04:55
  Speaker 2: and say, I ust think it's not but a beggar.
• 1:04:59
  Speaker 2: Say I'm busy, He's not a beggar, mother, hark how
• 1:05:04
  Speaker 2: HEARDing ox? Is that a mad asked kid? Heh gillis socks,
• 1:05:12
  Speaker 2: shout and ask what he wants? I Can I come down?
• 1:05:16
  Speaker 2: He says? Is it Arthur Holidays? Say yes? The clown,
• 1:05:24
  Speaker 2: he says, Tell your mother as her master's got hurt him?
• 1:05:29
  Speaker 2: Pet what oh my Susan never says that that's never it.
• 1:05:37
  Speaker 2: Come out away, let me see here there's no peace,
• 1:05:42
  Speaker 2: and stop the screeting child, who shut the face? Your
• 1:05:48
  Speaker 2: master's had an accident and they're turned him in the
• 1:05:51
  Speaker 2: ambulance to Nottingham. He dear me, if he's not a
• 1:05:56
  Speaker 2: man for mischance, where's here at this time? Lad? I
• 1:06:01
  Speaker 2: donna know they only told me it were bad. It
• 1:06:06
  Speaker 2: would be so. Hey, what a man and that cobbly road.
• 1:06:12
  Speaker 2: They'll jolt him almost to death. I'm sure he's him
• 1:06:16
  Speaker 2: for trouble nigh every time he takes breath. How tom away, child,
• 1:06:23
  Speaker 2: dear me? Where I put his clean stockings and shirt?
• 1:06:28
  Speaker 2: Oh goodness knows if they'll be able to take off
• 1:06:31
  Speaker 2: his pit dirt? What a moan he'll make. There never
• 1:06:36
  Speaker 2: was such a man for a fuss if anything ailed him,
• 1:06:40
  Speaker 2: at least I shan't have in to nurse to hope
• 1:06:44
  Speaker 2: it's not very bad. Hey, what a shame It seems
• 1:06:49
  Speaker 2: as some should have hardly a smite of trouble, and
• 1:06:52
  Speaker 2: others as reams. It's a shame as he should be
• 1:06:56
  Speaker 2: knocked about like this. I'm sure it is. He's had
• 1:07:00
  Speaker 2: twenty accidents. If he's had one out bad and it's
• 1:07:04
  Speaker 2: is there's one thing. We'll have peace for a bit,
• 1:07:10
  Speaker 2: Thank Heaven for a peaceful house. And there's compensations in
• 1:07:16
  Speaker 2: it's an accident club money and hidn't grouse? And a
• 1:07:23
  Speaker 2: fork and a spoon he'll wants and what else? I
• 1:07:27
  Speaker 2: shall never catch that train? What's a trips? It is
• 1:07:31
  Speaker 2: if a man gets hurt, I should think he'll get
• 1:07:34
  Speaker 2: right again. End of poem. This recording is in the
• 1:07:41
  Speaker 2: public domain. The Drained Cup by D. H. Lawrence read
• 1:07:54
  Speaker 2: for LibriVox dot Org by Anne Fletcher. The snow withering
• 1:08:00
  Speaker 2: off on the grass? Love, should I tell the summit?
• 1:08:05
  Speaker 2: The snow is withering off on the grass, and a
• 1:08:08
  Speaker 2: thick mist sucks at the clocks of snow, and the
• 1:08:12
  Speaker 2: moon above in a wedding dress goes fogged and slow. Love,
• 1:08:17
  Speaker 2: should I tell the summit? There has been snored up
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  Speaker 2: in this cottage with me? Nay, I'm telling the summer.
• 1:08:26
  Speaker 2: There's been snored up in this cottage with me. Well,
• 1:08:29
  Speaker 2: clocks has all run down and stopped, and the short
• 1:08:35
  Speaker 2: days withering silently unbeknown have dropped. Yeah, but I'm telling
• 1:08:41
  Speaker 2: the summit. How many days does think has gone? Now?
• 1:08:46
  Speaker 2: I'm telling this summit. How many days does think has gone?
• 1:08:51
  Speaker 2: How many days has the candlelight shone on us? As
• 1:08:55
  Speaker 2: there got more white and wan seven days on on
• 1:09:01
  Speaker 2: am I not telling the summut. They come to bid
• 1:09:05
  Speaker 2: farewell to me, art frighter summert to kiss me and
• 1:09:12
  Speaker 2: shed a tear with me. Then off and away with
• 1:09:16
  Speaker 2: a wedding ring for a girl who was grander and
• 1:09:19
  Speaker 2: better than me for marrying that frighter summer. I durstn't
• 1:09:26
  Speaker 2: kiss thee that trembles, so that fright as summerts that
• 1:09:31
  Speaker 2: aren't very flying to go happened the mist from the
• 1:09:36
  Speaker 2: thawing snow, don't they? It isn't a for love? I
• 1:09:41
  Speaker 2: know that thart loath to go? Do me say, summert
• 1:09:48
  Speaker 2: muna cling to the walls that goes so bad as
• 1:09:52
  Speaker 2: that thou't never get into thy wedding clothes at that rate? Hey,
• 1:09:59
  Speaker 2: they goes that? Nay mind? Good bye, lad. Now I
• 1:10:05
  Speaker 2: lose my joy, God knows, and worse than that, the
• 1:10:12
  Speaker 2: road goes under the apple tree. Look for I'm showing
• 1:10:16
  Speaker 2: the summit, And if it weren't but missed, they'd see
• 1:10:19
  Speaker 2: the great black wood on all sides of thee with
• 1:10:23
  Speaker 2: the little pads going cunningly to ravel thee So listen,
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  Speaker 2: I'm telling the summit. When that comes to the beach
• 1:10:32
  Speaker 2: and avenue, I'm worn in the summit, Mind that shall
• 1:10:36
  Speaker 2: keep inwards a few steps to the right, for the
• 1:10:40
  Speaker 2: gravel pits as steep and deep we water. And you
• 1:10:45
  Speaker 2: are scarcey your wits. Remember I warned ye, Summit a
• 1:10:52
  Speaker 2: mind when crossing the plankin bridge. Again, I warn you, Summit,
• 1:10:57
  Speaker 2: you slip not on the slippery ridge of the thawing snow,
• 1:11:01
  Speaker 2: or it will be a long put back to your
• 1:11:03
  Speaker 2: grand marriage. I'm telling ye, nay, that a scared a
• 1:11:08
  Speaker 2: summit in kept the thick black curtains drawn. Am I
• 1:11:14
  Speaker 2: not telling the summit against the knocking of sevenfold dawn
• 1:11:19
  Speaker 2: and red tipped candles from morn to morn, of dipped
• 1:11:23
  Speaker 2: and danced upon thy brawn till thou art worn? Oh,
• 1:11:28
  Speaker 2: I have cost the summit. Look in the mirror and
• 1:11:32
  Speaker 2: see this, n what I'm showing, this summit wasted and won.
• 1:11:38
  Speaker 2: I sees this en and thy hand that holds the
• 1:11:42
  Speaker 2: mirror shakes till that drops the glass, and those shudders
• 1:11:47
  Speaker 2: when thy look breaks, Sure thou art afraid of summit. Frail,
• 1:11:55
  Speaker 2: thou art, my saucy man. Listen, I'm telling thee tottering
• 1:12:01
  Speaker 2: and tired, thou art, my man, there came to say
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  Speaker 2: goodbye to me. And that's done it so well that
• 1:12:09
  Speaker 2: now I can part with thee.
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  Speaker 6: Master.
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  Speaker 2: I'm giving thee summit. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 2: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: The Schoolmaster by D. H. Lawrence read for LibriVox dot
• 1:12:34
  Speaker 1: org one A snowy day in school, All the slow
• 1:12:40
  Speaker 1: school hours round, the irregular hum of the class have
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  Speaker 1: pressed immeasurable spaces of horse silence, muffling my mind as
• 1:12:49
  Speaker 1: snow muffles the sounds that pass down the soiled street.
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  Speaker 1: We have patterned the lessons ceaselessly. But the faces of
• 1:12:58
  Speaker 1: the boys in the brooding yellow light have shone for
• 1:13:02
  Speaker 1: me like a crowded constellation of stars, like full blown flowers,
• 1:13:07
  Speaker 1: dimly shaking at the night, like floating froth on an
• 1:13:10
  Speaker 1: ebbing shore.
• 1:13:11
  Speaker 6: In the moon.
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  Speaker 1: Out of each star, dark strange beams that disquiet in
• 1:13:18
  Speaker 1: the open depths of each flower, dark restless drops, twin bubbles,
• 1:13:24
  Speaker 1: shadow full of mystery and challenge in the foam's whispering riot.
• 1:13:29
  Speaker 1: How can I answer the challenge of so many eyes.
• 1:13:33
  Speaker 1: The thick snow is crumpled on the roof. It plunges
• 1:13:36
  Speaker 1: down awfully. Must I call back those hundred eyes? A
• 1:13:41
  Speaker 1: voice wakes from the hum, faltering about a noun, my question,
• 1:13:46
  Speaker 1: My god, I must break from this hoarse silence that
• 1:13:50
  Speaker 1: rustles beyond the stars to me. There I have startled
• 1:13:54
  Speaker 1: a hundred eyes, and I must look them and answer back.
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  Speaker 1: It is more than I can bear. The snow descends,
• 1:14:02
  Speaker 1: as if the dull sky shook in flakes of shadow down,
• 1:14:06
  Speaker 1: and through the gap between the ready schools sweeps one
• 1:14:10
  Speaker 1: black rook. The rough snowball in the playground stands huge
• 1:14:15
  Speaker 1: and still, with fair flakes settling down on it. Beyond
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  Speaker 1: the town is lost in the shadowed silence. The skies distill,
• 1:14:25
  Speaker 1: and all things are possessed by silence, and they can
• 1:14:29
  Speaker 1: brood wrapped up in the sky's dim space of horse silence,
• 1:14:33
  Speaker 1: earnestly and oh for me, this class is a bitter
• 1:14:38
  Speaker 1: rude two, the best of school. The blinds are drawn
• 1:14:46
  Speaker 1: because of the sun, and the boys and the room
• 1:14:48
  Speaker 1: in a colorless gloom of underwater float. Bright ripples run
• 1:14:53
  Speaker 1: across the walls as the blinds are blown to let
• 1:14:56
  Speaker 1: the sunlight in. And I, as I sit on the
• 1:14:59
  Speaker 1: beach of the class alone, watch the boys in their
• 1:15:02
  Speaker 1: summer blouses as they write, their round heads busily bowed,
• 1:15:07
  Speaker 1: And one after another rouses and lifts his face and
• 1:15:11
  Speaker 1: looks at me, and my eyes meet his very quietly.
• 1:15:15
  Speaker 1: Then he turns again to his work with glee. With
• 1:15:19
  Speaker 1: glee he turns with a little glad. Ecstasy of work
• 1:15:22
  Speaker 1: he turns from me, an ecstasy surely sweet to be had,
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  Speaker 1: and very sweet while the sunlight waves in the fresh
• 1:15:31
  Speaker 1: of the morning. It is to be a teacher of
• 1:15:34
  Speaker 1: these young boys, my slaves only, as swallows are slaves
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  Speaker 1: to the eaves they build upon, as mice are slaves
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  Speaker 1: to the man who threshes and soles the sheaves. Oh
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  Speaker 1: sweet it is to feel the lad's looks light on me,
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  Speaker 1: then back in a swift, bright flutter to work, as
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  Speaker 1: birds who are stealing turn and flee. Touch after touch,
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  Speaker 1: I feel on me as there are eyes glance at
• 1:16:00
  Speaker 1: me for the grain of rigor. They taste delightedly, And
• 1:16:05
  Speaker 1: all the class as tendrils reached out yearningly, slowly rotate
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  Speaker 1: till they touch the tree that they cleave unto that
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  Speaker 1: they leap along up to their lies.
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  Speaker 6: So they to me.
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  Speaker 1: So do they cleave and cling to me, So I
• 1:16:21
  Speaker 1: lead them up. So do they twine me up, caress
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  Speaker 1: and clothe with free, fine foliage of lies, this life
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  Speaker 1: of mine, the lowest stem of this life of mine,
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  Speaker 1: the whole hard stem of my life that bears aloft
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  Speaker 1: towards rareer skies, my top of life that buds on
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  Speaker 1: high amid the high winds enterprise. They all do clothe
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  Speaker 1: my ungrowing life with a rich, a thrilled, young clasp
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  Speaker 1: of life, a clutch of attachment like parenthood, mounts up
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  Speaker 1: to my heart. And I find it good. And I
• 1:16:56
  Speaker 1: lift my head upon the troubled, tangled world. And though
• 1:17:00
  Speaker 1: the pain of living my life were doubled, I still
• 1:17:03
  Speaker 1: have this to comfort and sustain. I have such swarming
• 1:17:07
  Speaker 1: sense of lives at the base of me, such sense
• 1:17:10
  Speaker 1: of lives clustering upon me, reaching up as each after
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  Speaker 1: the other strives to follow my life aloft to the
• 1:17:18
  Speaker 1: fine wild air of life and the storm of thought.
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  Speaker 1: And though I scarcely see the boys or know that
• 1:17:25
  Speaker 1: they are there, distraught as I am with living my
• 1:17:28
  Speaker 1: life in earnestness, still progressively and alone, though they cling
• 1:17:34
  Speaker 1: forgotten the most part, not companions scarcely known to me,
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  Speaker 1: yet still because of the sense of their closeness, clinging
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  Speaker 1: densely to me and slowly fingering up my stem, and
• 1:17:47
  Speaker 1: following all tinily the way that I have gone, and
• 1:17:51
  Speaker 1: now I am leading.
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  Speaker 7: They are dear to me.
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  Speaker 1: They keep me assured. And when my soul feels lonely,
• 1:17:59
  Speaker 1: all miss trustful of thrusting its shoots where only I
• 1:18:03
  Speaker 1: alone am living, then it keeps me comforted to feel
• 1:18:07
  Speaker 1: the warmth that creeps up dimly from their striving. It
• 1:18:11
  Speaker 1: heartens my strife, And when my heart is chill with loneliness,
• 1:18:16
  Speaker 1: then comforts it the creeping tenderness of all the strays
• 1:18:20
  Speaker 1: of life that climb my life. Three afternoon in school,
• 1:18:29
  Speaker 1: the last lesson. When will the bell ring and end
• 1:18:34
  Speaker 1: this weariness? How long have they tugged the leash and
• 1:18:38
  Speaker 1: strained apart my pack of unruly hounds. I cannot start
• 1:18:42
  Speaker 1: them again on a quarry of knowledge they hate to hunt.
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  Speaker 1: I can haul them and urge them no more. No
• 1:18:49
  Speaker 1: more can I endure to bear the brunt of the
• 1:18:52
  Speaker 1: books that lie out on the desks, a full three
• 1:18:55
  Speaker 1: score of several insults of blooded page and scrawl of
• 1:19:00
  Speaker 1: slovenly work that they have offered me. I am sick
• 1:19:04
  Speaker 1: and tired, more than any thrall upon the woodstacks, working weariedly.
• 1:19:10
  Speaker 1: And shall I take the last dear fuel and heap
• 1:19:13
  Speaker 1: it on my soul till I rouse my will like
• 1:19:16
  Speaker 1: a fire to consume their dross of indifference and burn
• 1:19:20
  Speaker 1: the scroll of their insults in punishment? I will not.
• 1:19:25
  Speaker 1: I will not waste myself to embers for them, not
• 1:19:29
  Speaker 1: all of them. Shall the fires of my life be
• 1:19:31
  Speaker 1: hot for myself a heap of ashes of weariness, till
• 1:19:36
  Speaker 1: sleep shall have raked the embers clear. I will keep
• 1:19:40
  Speaker 1: some of my strength for myself, for if I should
• 1:19:43
  Speaker 1: sell it all for them, I should hate them. I
• 1:19:46
  Speaker 1: will sit and wait for the bell. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. End of Love
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  Speaker 1: Poems and others by D. H. Wins