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Twixt Earth and Stars-Radclyffe Hall · Edgar Allan Poe Poems

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  Speaker 1: TwixT Earth and Stars by Radcliffe Hall read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 1: dot org by Christine Layman, Dedicated to my inspiration. I
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  Speaker 1: know that through the waves of air, some part of
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  Speaker 1: all I feel for you must surely travel swift and
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  Speaker 1: true towards the heart for which I care so dumbly,
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  Speaker 1: And before it lay the words my lips shall never say.
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  Speaker 1: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: In a Garden by Radcliffe Hall, read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 1: org by Christine Layman. In the garden a thousand roses,
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  Speaker 1: a vine of jessamine flower, sweet peas and coquettish poses,
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  Speaker 1: sweetbriar with its fragrant dower. There are hollyhocks tall and slender,
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  Speaker 1: and marigolds gay and fair, and sun flowers in glowing splendor,
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  Speaker 1: geraniums rich and rare, and the wee white, innocent daisy
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  Speaker 1: half hidden amid the lawn. A bee grown drowsy and
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  Speaker 1: lazy on honey. He's drunk since dawn is reposing with
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  Speaker 1: wings extended on some soft passionate rose, a glow with
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  Speaker 1: the blush more splendid than ever a fair cheek knows,
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  Speaker 1: while a thrush in the ivy swinging that clusters over
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  Speaker 1: the gate. A throb with the spring is singing and
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  Speaker 1: ardently calls his mate. For the spirit of all sweet odors,
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  Speaker 1: the soul of a June unborn has hallowed my humble
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  Speaker 1: garden and whispered to me since dawn, and the flowers,
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  Speaker 1: in a prayer of rapture, bent low to that spell divine,
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  Speaker 1: are wafting their sweetest incense in clouds at his sunlit shrine.
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  Speaker 1: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: If you were a rose and I were the sun
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  Speaker 2: by Radcliffe hall Red for Lipyvox Dog by you Lenny Damil.
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  Speaker 2: If you were a rose and I were the sun,
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  Speaker 2: what then, little girl? What then I'd kiss you awake
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  Speaker 2: when they had begun? My sweet little girl, Watch, then
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  Speaker 2: I'd waken you out of your valley of dreams and
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  Speaker 2: open your heart with my passionate beams till you lifted
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  Speaker 2: your face to my ruddiest cleams, My own little girl. Yes, then,
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  Speaker 2: if you were the earth and I were the dew,
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  Speaker 2: what then, little girl? What then? Why surely did think
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  Speaker 2: all lovers would do? My sweet little girl? What then
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  Speaker 2: I'd steal through the twilight over valley and lee, and
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  Speaker 2: flood you with kisses both tender and free, till the
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  Speaker 2: soul in your throbbed with the laugh that's in me,
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  Speaker 2: my own little girl. Yes then, but I am a
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  Speaker 2: man and you are a maid? What den, little girl?
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  Speaker 2: What then? You are cold in your pride? And I
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  Speaker 2: am afraid, My sweet little girl, What done? If you
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  Speaker 2: cannot love me and I cannot die? There's nothing in
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  Speaker 2: life but the ghost of a sigh and a day
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  Speaker 2: growing dark neath a colorless sky. My own little girl,
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  Speaker 2: yes then, And of poem. This recording isn't a public.
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  Speaker 1: Domain Drifting by Radcliffe Hall, read for LibriVox dot org
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  Speaker 1: by Christine Layman. It is sweet to lie in a
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  Speaker 1: boat and drift with the languid stream, with body and
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  Speaker 1: soul afloat the lake of a perfect dream. It is
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  Speaker 1: sweet in the afternoon, with just the breath of a breeze,
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  Speaker 1: if the time be the month of June, and the
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  Speaker 1: birds sing low in the trees, and the mind has
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  Speaker 1: a pleasant thought, and the heart has a fond desire,
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  Speaker 1: And the soul is a tissue wrought of youth and
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  Speaker 1: its golden fire, and the limbs are both clean and
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  Speaker 1: strong and able to rest with joy, and our time
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  Speaker 1: in the world is long, with nothing that can destroy
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  Speaker 1: the rapture of God, Its green earth, the throb and
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  Speaker 1: the ecstasy that springs into life with birth and lives
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  Speaker 1: through eternity. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain. Two by Radcliffe Hall, read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 1: org by Christine Layman. Dear Heart, I was going away?
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  Speaker 1: Could you not have spared me an hour of all
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  Speaker 1: your bountiful day? No moment, no word, no flower to keep,
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  Speaker 1: not even a tear. My soul was so thirsty, dear.
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  Speaker 3: End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Love Triumphant by
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  Speaker 1: Radcliffe Hall, read for LibriVox dot org by Christine Layman.
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  Speaker 1: Ere the first grief was born, Love was, And after
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  Speaker 1: griefs are gone, love still shall triumph on Ere the
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  Speaker 1: first grief was born, Love.
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  Speaker 3: Was in Eden.
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  Speaker 1: Grief became Love's slave. For in the dust and woe lost,
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  Speaker 1: Adam still could know fond recompense, And so did grief
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  Speaker 1: become Love's slave. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain. My Rose by Radcliffe Hall, read for
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot org by Christine Layman. A Rose But what
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  Speaker 1: can it say, so tender and sweet and dumb? What
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  Speaker 1: part of my love convey? What thrill of the joys
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  Speaker 1: to come? I send it? But how shall you, dear heart,
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  Speaker 1: ever understand that rapturous tear of dew it drops on
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  Speaker 1: your strong white hand, Or know that my lips have
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  Speaker 1: pressed those petals until they blush, Or feel that my
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  Speaker 1: heart has blessed the flower that your touch may crush.
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  Speaker 1: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: If only by Radcliffe Hall read for LibriVox dot org
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  Speaker 1: by Christine Layman. Oh if one could only learn not
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  Speaker 1: to care, to be utterly indifferent, storm or fair, and
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  Speaker 1: to say, there's always pain with the joy. I don't complain,
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  Speaker 1: for the sunshine draws the rain everywhere. Oh, if one
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  Speaker 1: could only learn not to feel, to be absolutely callous, false,
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  Speaker 1: or real, and to let the world go by with
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  Speaker 1: a laugh, to cap its sigh with a jest, to
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  Speaker 1: meet its lie cold as steel.
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  Speaker 3: End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Confession by Radcliffe Hall read for livivouxtat org by Yuleni
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  Speaker 2: Damia within the portals of thigh Shrine, Before thy presence,
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  Speaker 2: dearest mine, I kneel, beseeching THEE to bless my penitence,
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  Speaker 2: while I confess, And can a saint do any less?
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  Speaker 2: If I have sinned as others do. All human hearts
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  Speaker 2: the wide world through are erring things and done with me.
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  Speaker 2: My greatest wrong was loving THEE. Wilt thou condemn my constancy?
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  Speaker 2: Look down, dear heart, and lead thine eyes. Commend my
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  Speaker 2: soul to paradise. He little sins, Who sins INDs that
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  Speaker 2: too obtain etalopliss seeks the communion of a kiss. End
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  Speaker 2: of poem. This recording is in a public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Sunlight on Distant Hills Ledbury by Radcliffe Hall, read for
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot org by Christine Leyman. But a moment since
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  Speaker 1: and the sun was shining over the hills that I
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  Speaker 1: see from my room. And now the rain and the
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  Speaker 1: mist come driving out of the west in a cloud
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  Speaker 1: of gloom over the woods and meadows and gardens, hurries
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  Speaker 1: the storm like the hand of doom. But a moment
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  Speaker 1: hence and the cloud shall vanish, breaking and drifting, and
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  Speaker 1: all asunder, and lo in their midst will the sky
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  Speaker 1: I be lying calm and blue with a peaceful wonder
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  Speaker 1: Nothing may alter though sorrow and tempest torture the earth
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  Speaker 1: as she trembles under end of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: My Love by Radcliff Hall read filipvoxadorg by Yulini Damaya.
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  Speaker 2: My love is a bird with a broken wing, alone
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  Speaker 2: in a stormy night. My love is a lark that
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  Speaker 2: forgets to sing and dies with the morning light. My
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  Speaker 2: love is arose that the wind has torn and crushed
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  Speaker 2: with a breath of pain. My love is song with
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  Speaker 2: the sweetest gun, a tune with a lost refrain. My
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  Speaker 2: love is a ghost that has missed its way, a
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  Speaker 2: spirit from heaven cost. My love is a joy of
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  Speaker 2: a by gone day, the soul of a burning past.
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  Speaker 2: End of poem. This recording isn't a public domain.
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  Speaker 1: A Memory by Radcliffe Hall read for LibriVox dot org
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  Speaker 1: by Christine Leyman. No I have not forgotten you, although
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  Speaker 1: I went my way unanswered as you wished me to,
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  Speaker 1: with none to bid me stay. For in my heart
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  Speaker 1: there is a space whose door you closed to me,
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  Speaker 1: locked in the memory of your face, then took away
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  Speaker 1: the key and of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain. Two by Radcliffe Hall read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 1: org by Christine Layman. What you deny me you gave,
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  Speaker 1: you cannot take it again. In life and after the grave,
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  Speaker 1: there is something that even then death will not kill
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  Speaker 1: or destroy. It is so with the hearts of men.
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  Speaker 1: Even your pride cannot rob my life of its blessed past.
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  Speaker 1: You cannot recall one throb, one glance of the many
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  Speaker 1: cast from those dear, passionate eyes. These things will be
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  Speaker 1: mine to the last. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain. On the Mountain by Radcliffe Hall
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  Speaker 1: read for LibriVox dot org by Christine Layman. Below and above, yes,
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  Speaker 1: over and under us, swift clouds hover and speed and fly.
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  Speaker 1: Nothing we see that can hurt or sunder us. Here
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  Speaker 1: in the arms of the circling sky. Surely we two
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  Speaker 1: must belong to each other, silently mated, where none are
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  Speaker 1: nigh save God, our Father and Earth, our mother and
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  Speaker 1: sweetest of all, Dear you and I. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Two by Radcliffe Hall,
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  Speaker 1: read for LibriVox dot org by Christine Layman. When she
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  Speaker 1: turns aside to pass us by with a little smile
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  Speaker 1: or a glance, only we are all alone, my heart
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  Speaker 1: and I. We are all alone and very lonely. End
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  Speaker 1: of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The
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  Speaker 1: Prayer by Radcliffe Hall read for LibriVox dot org by
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  Speaker 1: Christine Lehmann. There stood beside the road a shrine, in
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  Speaker 1: whose quaint vaulted shadow smiled with eyes of tenderness divine
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  Speaker 1: the blessed Virgin and her child. And I, who wandered
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  Speaker 1: all alone along a rough and weary way, felt that
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  Speaker 1: a great desire had grown within my heart to kneel
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  Speaker 1: and pray. But lo, my voice had lost the power
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  Speaker 1: to utter words so deep and sweet, and so I
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  Speaker 1: breathed them in a flower and left it at the
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  Speaker 1: Virgin's feet.
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  Speaker 3: End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: If by Radcliffeholl ret for librivoxadorg by Yulenidmaiel. If all
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  Speaker 2: the words you spoke, dear were every one untrue, there
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  Speaker 2: can be nothing good dear in earth or sun or do,
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  Speaker 2: and all the worlds lie dear because of you. If
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  Speaker 2: all the smiles you gave dear were only to beguile,
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  Speaker 2: why then there's nothing sweet, dear in any human smile,
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  Speaker 2: And what we deem most fair, dear, is only vile
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  Speaker 2: if every kiss that lingered upon the lips you pressed
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  Speaker 2: was but an empty token, more fickle than the rest.
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  Speaker 2: I wish that I had died dear, for death were
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  Speaker 2: best and a poem. This recording is in a puppic domain.
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  Speaker 1: A lament by Radcliffe Hall, read for LibriVox dot org
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  Speaker 1: by Christine Lehmann. Like a song that is sung, like
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  Speaker 1: a tale that is told, the life in me hushes
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  Speaker 1: the voice of its gladness. Youth walks by my side,
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  Speaker 1: but his hands have grown cold, and deep in his
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  Speaker 1: eyes lurks the shadow of sadness. Alas for the flowers
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  Speaker 1: that never come to me, alas for the morning again,
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  Speaker 1: now day closes. The joy of a love is as nothing,
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  Speaker 1: For through me there passes the deep, wounding thorn of
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  Speaker 1: the roses. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain. Two by Radcliffe Hall, read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 1: Org by Christine Layman. The winds on the hill, the
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  Speaker 1: suns on the lee, the larks on the wing, and
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  Speaker 1: the dawns on the sea. And the rapture that springeth
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  Speaker 1: of love is on me end of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. Thoughts by Radcliffe Hall read
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  Speaker 1: for LibriVox dot org by Christine Layman. Ah, the kiss
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  Speaker 1: of the sweet night air, and the still deep eyes
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  Speaker 1: of the cloudy skies grow dim with peace peace, the
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  Speaker 1: angel of death that is everywhere, Ah, the bliss of
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  Speaker 1: the soul at rest, and of eyes that weep, growing
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  Speaker 1: calm in sleep, hushed by night night. The shadow of
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  Speaker 1: death that in blessing is blest. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain. Ships by Radcliffe Hall
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  Speaker 1: read for LibriVox dot org by Christine Lehman. Fair ships,
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  Speaker 1: happy and free, smile on the lonely sea, only to
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  Speaker 1: fade again into the mist and rain. Ah Me, thus
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  Speaker 1: do bright hopes appear on life's vast ocean, drear hopes
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  Speaker 1: that beguile the mind and passing leave behind a tear
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  Speaker 1: end of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: The Dream Child by Radcliffe Hall read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 1: org by Christine Layman. There is a child who will
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  Speaker 1: come to me often at dusk, when my mind is free.
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  Speaker 1: She is the child that I used to be when
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  Speaker 1: I was only nine. Over her hair is a wreath
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  Speaker 1: of flowers. Those are the thoughts of the golden hours
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  Speaker 1: spent in the glory of childhood's bowers. Fancy those thoughts
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  Speaker 1: were mine. Butterflies whiter than flakes of snow hover around
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  Speaker 1: her lips. And oh, they are the prayers that I
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  Speaker 1: used to know. God may remember. Still, God, who they
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  Speaker 1: tell us, will not forget even a penitent child's regret.
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  Speaker 1: Now I am callous of prayers, And yet, ah, how
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  Speaker 1: I hope that he will. End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. The Day by Radcliffe Hall
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  Speaker 1: read for LibriVox dot Org by Christine Layman. The Day
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  Speaker 1: walks over the mountains, to the splash of a thousand fountains,
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  Speaker 1: to the song of a million streams. Her hair is
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  Speaker 1: unbound and flowing. Her eyes are as bluebells growing in
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  Speaker 1: a valley of shade and dreams. Her breast, then the
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  Speaker 1: snow is whiter, her lips than the poppies brighter. Her
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  Speaker 1: limbs are a strong white fire. Thus she comes from
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  Speaker 1: the sky above her to the arms of the earth,
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  Speaker 1: her lover, in a splendor of warm desire. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. From My Soul
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  Speaker 1: by Radcliffe Hall read for LibriVox dot org by Christine Layman.
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  Speaker 1: Oh but to find expression for the thoughts so marvelous
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  Speaker 1: and yet so undefined, that flow from out the palpitating soul,
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  Speaker 1: to consecrate the mind. Oh, but to have the gift
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  Speaker 1: to put in words that potent passion, that divine desire
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  Speaker 1: that thrills the aching spirit with unrest and sets the
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  Speaker 1: brain on fire. Oh, God, but once to rise above
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  Speaker 1: the flesh, to breathe our inmost thoughts, in one vast
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  Speaker 1: sigh of rapture. Oh, to realize ourselves, and at that
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  Speaker 1: moment die. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain. We by Radcliffe Hall read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 1: org by Christine Layman. We who are made brave yet afraid,
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  Speaker 1: happy yet sad, good and yet bad, sane and yet mad.
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  Speaker 1: What can we do? Turmoil and strife, passion and life,
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  Speaker 1: love and desire? Can these inspire spiritual fire? How can
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  Speaker 1: we live? Stumbling feet, tasks incomplete longings that kill even
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  Speaker 1: the will left to fulfill? How can we die? Little
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  Speaker 1: have we bond and yet free, strong and yet weak,
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  Speaker 1: proud and yet meek? Save But to seek God in
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  Speaker 1: it all? God, with his hands holds all the lands, rules,
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  Speaker 1: every sea, sets the winds, free counts every tree, makes
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  Speaker 1: every leaf. Then shall we fear He placed us here?
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  Speaker 1: If God commands, God understands, ponders and plans, knowing it all.
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  Speaker 1: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: To Singers by Radcliffe Hall, read for LibriVox dot org
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  Speaker 1: by Christine Layman. Sing with all your intellect and soul combined,
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  Speaker 1: not all technique, nor yet all wild emotion. Thus shall
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  Speaker 1: you touch the heart and please the mind, winning a
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  Speaker 1: real and merited devotion. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain. The May Tree by Radcliffe Hall,
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  Speaker 1: read for LibriVox dot org by Christine Layman. A garden
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  Speaker 1: in the month of May, the fading of a golden
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  Speaker 1: day upon the tulip flowers, an anthem sung by little birds,
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  Speaker 1: the sigh more eloquent than words of earth, to listening
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  Speaker 1: hours and shadows like the fringe that lies on cheek
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  Speaker 1: at close of drowsy eyes, and paths grown damp with dew,
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  Speaker 1: and secret places where to tread were to disturb the
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  Speaker 1: bridal bed of creatures born anew and fairer than each
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  Speaker 1: living thing that stirs with longings of the spring, a
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  Speaker 1: may tree bearing flower like some young nymph, the sunlight charms.
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  Speaker 1: She stretches forth, her slender arms, new decked with leafy dower,
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  Speaker 1: while through her wondrous living form, the sap of life
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  Speaker 1: leaps strong and warm, awaking from repose the folded buds
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  Speaker 1: to no oh the spring. It seems I almost hear
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  Speaker 1: them sing for rapture as it flows Aye, And it
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  Speaker 1: seems as though my heart strained upward but to take
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  Speaker 1: some part in that sweet hymn of praise, as though
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  Speaker 1: my pulses quicker beat, to see perfections so complete revealed
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  Speaker 1: to my gaze, as though the problem of unrest were
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  Speaker 1: solved at last. In this behest to silently fulfill, and
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  Speaker 1: deeper still, my soul perceives the mighty presence that conceives
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  Speaker 1: such beauty at its will. End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain. Purgatory by Radcliffe Hall, read
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  Speaker 1: for LibriVox dot Org by Christine Lehmann. She said, I
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  Speaker 1: want to live, no matter what the penalty give me
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  Speaker 1: on earth, the lot I most desire. Let me drink
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  Speaker 1: deep of love, of joy, of life. Scatter the roses,
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  Speaker 1: let the wine run rife, dear gods above, and then
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  Speaker 1: let fall the knife I will expire. The gods smiled sadly,
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  Speaker 1: very well they knew her ardent spirit could ascend the
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  Speaker 1: blue and force their will. Such weak old deities these
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  Speaker 1: latter days could but comply to her imperious ways with
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  Speaker 1: woeful doubts. They showed the flowery maze of rapturous ill.
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  Speaker 1: And she was happy with that hot content that burns
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  Speaker 1: away the flesh, that ravishment of youth grown bold, until
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  Speaker 1: one morn the roses of her bed were turned to nettles.
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  Speaker 1: All the joy was dead, the passion cold. She cried,
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  Speaker 1: Now let me die, to live a day where purgatory
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  Speaker 1: see the awful way I gaze upon. The gods were silent,
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  Speaker 1: powerless to avert the consequence, grown wearily inert. So she
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  Speaker 1: lived on.
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  Speaker 3: End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Two by Radcliffe Hall,
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  Speaker 1: read for LibriVox dot Org by Christine Leyman. The sound
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  Speaker 1: of the waves is the sound of tears, and the
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  Speaker 1: wind that drifts on the sea is the restless ghost
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  Speaker 1: of the by gone years, with their pain and their ecstasy.
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  Speaker 1: The far white ships, with their shining sails, are the
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  Speaker 1: hopes of a faithful heart sent forth to fight through
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  Speaker 1: the storm and gales, with never a guiding chart. And
• 27:54
  Speaker 1: what of the pilot who stands above and steadfastly holds
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  Speaker 1: the wheel. Oh, he is the man who believed in
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  Speaker 1: love before he forgot to feel.
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  Speaker 3: End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. A spring posey
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  Speaker 1: by Radcliffe Hall, read for LibriVox dot org by Christine Lehmann.
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  Speaker 1: A spray of blossoms, and as well some violets gathered
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  Speaker 1: yesterday from leafy wood and shaded dell. Sweet children of
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  Speaker 1: a fruitful may dear minstrels of that silent lay, more
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  Speaker 1: potent than an organ's swell. And now there withered all
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  Speaker 1: the joy has gone forever, And the scent relentless fingers
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  Speaker 1: can alloy so much of nature's sentiment, so many strains
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  Speaker 1: of deep content, it takes so little to destroy. End
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  Speaker 1: of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Awakening
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  Speaker 1: by Radcliffe Hall, read for LibriVox dot org by Christine Lehmann.
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  Speaker 1: To open both your drowsy eyes, to stretch your limbs
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  Speaker 1: and realize that day is here, to watch the dancing,
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  Speaker 1: shifting beam of sun. Awake, yet half in dream, uncertain
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  Speaker 1: if the fitful gleam be far or near. To turn
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  Speaker 1: with soft, contented sigh, and through the window watch the
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  Speaker 1: sky all opal blue. To feel the air steel in
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  Speaker 1: the room, made fragrant by the soft perfume of lime
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  Speaker 1: trees when their scented bloom is damp with dew. To
• 29:49
  Speaker 1: hear the rustling voice of leaves, the chirp of birds
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  Speaker 1: beneath the eaves, but now awake, the tiny hum of
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  Speaker 1: timid things that fly with gauzy, fragile wings, where yet
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  Speaker 1: the dusk to daylight clings when mornings break. To feel
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  Speaker 1: the soul, look forth and smile contented with each fruitful
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  Speaker 1: mile that it beholds. To hear the heart beat loud
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  Speaker 1: and strong, in unison with nature's song that echoes tremulous
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  Speaker 1: and long while dawn unfolds. To know yourself, a thing
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  Speaker 1: complete with strength of mind and limb, replete with vast desire,
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  Speaker 1: A creature made to dominate the lesser things of earth,
• 30:37
  Speaker 1: of fate on whom the universe must wait with force
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  Speaker 1: and tire, And then to cry in deep delight. God
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  Speaker 1: made the world and made it right, Dear heaven above
• 30:51
  Speaker 1: was e'er completeness, so complete was ever sweetness, half so sweet,
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  Speaker 1: was ever loving, half so meet Thank God for love.
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  Speaker 1: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: She is Dead by Radcliffe Hall, read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 1: org by Christine Layman. Well she is dead and gone.
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  Speaker 1: God willed it so died ere her child was born,
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  Speaker 1: ever to know dead, Oh, how still and cold, yet
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  Speaker 1: full of rest. She was not very old. Still it
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  Speaker 1: was best hush chide her, not not now save by
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  Speaker 1: a tear dropped on that marble brow so smooth and dear.
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  Speaker 1: Pity her as she lies there all alone, tenderly close
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  Speaker 1: her eyes, sorrowful groan. Yes, she has sinned, maybe willing
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  Speaker 1: to fall. Yet now forgive Ah see death atones all.
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  Speaker 1: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Two by Radcliffe Hall, read for LibriVox dot org by
• 32:21
  Speaker 1: Christine Lehmann. Dear, if you were in this city, in
• 32:27
  Speaker 1: this misty, dreary city, with its somber walls and towers,
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  Speaker 1: all its poorer streets and byways, all its richer streets
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  Speaker 1: and highways, all the buildings stern and old, and the
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  Speaker 1: river deep and cold, would become a summer to me
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  Speaker 1: decked with sweet, perfuming flowers. End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain.
• 33:00
  Speaker 4: The whole of It by Ratcliff Hall read folibevagxstat org
• 33:04
  Speaker 4: by Anusha. A year, a joy that passes, a pain
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  Speaker 4: that stays. Such is life, A moment's rapture, then weary days,
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  Speaker 4: years of strife. Such is life, a kiss of passion,
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  Speaker 4: a sigh of pain. Such is love, A flash of splendor,
• 33:26
  Speaker 4: then night again, God above. Such is love. A sudden blindness,
• 33:33
  Speaker 4: a creeping fear. Such is death, an awful vastness, an
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  Speaker 4: unknown sphear, choking breath, and then death and a poem.
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  Speaker 4: This recording is in the public domain. A song by
• 33:54
  Speaker 4: Ratcliff Hall read falibuvaxtat og. A cloud is over the sun,
• 34:01
  Speaker 4: the wind is laden with rain, a frost has smitten
• 34:04
  Speaker 4: the flowers. The time of winter is Spain. But kiss
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  Speaker 4: me and I shall live. The sun shall nourish the plain,
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  Speaker 4: the dawn be happy with birds, and love brings summer again.
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  Speaker 4: And a poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 34:29
  Speaker 4: If like the Bird by Ratcliff Hall read forlibevaxtat og.
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  Speaker 4: If like the bird who sits and swings upon a branch,
• 34:39
  Speaker 4: and blithely sings. I could but spread two faithful wings,
• 34:45
  Speaker 4: and by their aid could smoothly skim the highest peaks,
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  Speaker 4: the summits dim, until I reached the sunlight's rim. Would
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  Speaker 4: I not, then, in pity gaze upon the turmoil and
• 34:59
  Speaker 4: the maze of of earth and all its foolish ways?
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  Speaker 4: And a poem? This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: A fragment by Ratcliff Hall read for Librivak's start og
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  Speaker 4: Chance made me look at you. Chance was no friend.
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  Speaker 4: Sight made me worship you time without end? Had I
• 35:29
  Speaker 4: been only blind? What had I cared? And thus afflicted? Sore?
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  Speaker 4: How much been spared? End of poem. This recording is
• 35:41
  Speaker 4: in the public domain. An even psalm by Ratcliff Hall
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  Speaker 4: read fo Librivax dot org. With silent feet, all wet
• 35:56
  Speaker 4: with dew, comes evening full of soft repose to kiss
• 36:00
  Speaker 4: the valley deep and blue, with wistful lips and eyes
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  Speaker 4: that close. Her breath is soft and full of peace,
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  Speaker 4: her arms outstretched to caress fling benedictions without seas. She
• 36:15
  Speaker 4: seems a spirit born to bless And as the evening
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  Speaker 4: to the earth came love to me a boon most
• 36:24
  Speaker 4: rare hushed every sorrow at its berth, and turned complaining
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  Speaker 4: into prayer and if poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 4: public domain. A Butterfly by Ratcliff Hall red fulibvaxtat og.
• 36:47
  Speaker 4: A butterfly hovered over a flower in a bower, with
• 36:51
  Speaker 4: the joy of life at his lips, for an hour,
• 36:54
  Speaker 4: with the roses petals against his wings, and the roses
• 36:58
  Speaker 4: perfume that steals clings, touching every breath with a wondrous power.
• 37:04
  Speaker 4: Then the night came on, and the wind blew cold
• 37:08
  Speaker 4: over the world. The butterfly shivered, grown tired and old.
• 37:14
  Speaker 4: The rose closed her passionate eyes and slept, while death
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  Speaker 4: to her lover, in silence crept. He died of a
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  Speaker 4: joy untold. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 4: public domain. Disappointment by Ratcliff Hall read folibevaxtart org. How
• 37:42
  Speaker 4: little there is that air goes right in this old
• 37:45
  Speaker 4: world of ours, anticipation, avague, delight, reality well the rose
• 37:52
  Speaker 4: with a blight, the thorn that comes with the flowers.
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  Speaker 4: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 38:08
  Speaker 5: To the Sea by Radcliffe Hall read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 5: org by no al Badrian. What can I sing to THEE,
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  Speaker 5: O thrice beloved sea? What words can paint thy grace,
• 38:25
  Speaker 5: the beauty of thy face enwrapt with ecstasy, fling up
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  Speaker 5: thy foamy arms laden with cooling balms, and touch me
• 38:36
  Speaker 5: where I stand here on the yearning land, with soft
• 38:41
  Speaker 5: embrace that calms. I gaze into thine eyes, where mystic
• 38:47
  Speaker 5: shadow lies, and love lights glow and gleam within their
• 38:52
  Speaker 5: emerald beam, and passion lives and dies, until my heart
• 38:59
  Speaker 5: grows still beneath thy magic will, and I can hear
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  Speaker 5: and see nought but thy song and THEE that seems
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  Speaker 5: the world to fill upon thy swelling breast, restless and
• 39:16
  Speaker 5: yet at rest, my spirit floats and sings while summer
• 39:22
  Speaker 5: laughs and springs from off thy snow white crest. Behold
• 39:28
  Speaker 5: my hot desire for THEE to quench the fire with
• 39:33
  Speaker 5: dewy kiss that slips from thy divine wet lips, making
• 39:38
  Speaker 5: my joy entire. Lift up thine endless song and echoe
• 39:45
  Speaker 5: it along until all space rejoice in Thine enchanted voice
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  Speaker 5: that sounds so sweet and strong, until the rocks and
• 39:57
  Speaker 5: beach break forth in answering space. Beach and every listening shell.
• 40:02
  Speaker 5: Some praise of THEE can tell, some joy of THEE
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  Speaker 5: can teach. Oh see that knows no death, O life
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  Speaker 5: inspiring breath. The heart of me would praise the glory
• 40:19
  Speaker 5: of thy days, thine evenings fathomless. The soul in me
• 40:26
  Speaker 5: would sing to that eternal spring beneath thy heaving breast,
• 40:32
  Speaker 5: where lurk the depths of rest, the end of everything.
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  Speaker 5: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 40:50
  Speaker 4: After all. By Ratcliff Hall rereadful ybvakstart org by Anusha
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  Speaker 4: A year. The gladness and the pain, the sunshine and
• 41:00
  Speaker 4: the rain, the laughter and the sigh, they all must
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  Speaker 4: pass and die, and in the by and by who
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  Speaker 4: will care to question why? End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 4: is in the public domain You by Radcliffe Hall read
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  Speaker 4: folibrevakxt dot org by Anusha A year. You have my
• 41:28
  Speaker 4: thoughts and know it not. The livelong day I think
• 41:32
  Speaker 4: of you, the still dark night I dream of you,
• 41:36
  Speaker 4: each moment's life I'll live to you, And yet you
• 41:40
  Speaker 4: know it not. You have my heart and know it not.
• 41:45
  Speaker 4: Its every beat is love for you, each sigh a
• 41:48
  Speaker 4: drop of blood for you. Its ceaseless ache, regret for you,
• 41:53
  Speaker 4: and yet you know it not. You have my soul
• 41:57
  Speaker 4: and know it not. It makes you God God and
• 42:00
  Speaker 4: worships you, forgets its claim on heaven for you, forsakes
• 42:05
  Speaker 4: its hope of life for you, and yet you know
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  Speaker 4: it not. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 4: public domain. Remember by Radcliffe Hall read for librivaxt dot org.
• 42:27
  Speaker 4: Remember sweet some evening when you sit with idle hands
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  Speaker 4: and book but half read through, When those dear eyes
• 42:36
  Speaker 4: of yours find incomplete the landscape deep in shade and
• 42:40
  Speaker 4: wet with dew, When that clear mind of yours goes
• 42:44
  Speaker 4: wandering out to seek contentment aye and finds no rest,
• 42:50
  Speaker 4: When those grave thoughts of yours are filled with doubt
• 42:54
  Speaker 4: and vague mistrust of all the world deems best. Remember,
• 42:59
  Speaker 4: for one hour we conquered fate, filled in the blanks,
• 43:03
  Speaker 4: and set the puzzle right. We were complete, a glorious
• 43:07
  Speaker 4: living hole, a perfect cadence of supreme delight. I think
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  Speaker 4: eternity was ours that night, And of poem. This recording
• 43:19
  Speaker 4: isn't the public domain. An echo by Ratcliffe Hall readful
• 43:29
  Speaker 4: libevaxtat og. In Passion's Hour I met you, and now
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  Speaker 4: that from my soul I'm old. Whenever I watched the
• 43:39
  Speaker 4: pale young moon or misty glow of sunset gold, some
• 43:44
  Speaker 4: echo of the past comes back, like wild sweet song
• 43:48
  Speaker 4: o'er lonely track, lest I should ever forget you, and
• 43:55
  Speaker 4: of poem. This recording isn't the public domain. Flower Love
• 44:05
  Speaker 4: by Ratcliff Hall, Raadful libevaxtat oak. Where is she sighed?
• 44:12
  Speaker 4: The rose trees, the honeysuckle creepers, the pansies, and the lilies,
• 44:18
  Speaker 4: and the little hidden flowers. We are lonely here without her,
• 44:23
  Speaker 4: in the sunlight, in the twilight, in the daytime, in
• 44:27
  Speaker 4: the night time, through the solitary hours. I know not,
• 44:33
  Speaker 4: said the young wind. Yet will I surely seek her?
• 44:37
  Speaker 4: And whisper lo your message, O faithful hearted few. For
• 44:42
  Speaker 4: men may kiss in passing, and the world forget its passion,
• 44:47
  Speaker 4: but the soil remembers ever, and the love of flowers
• 44:51
  Speaker 4: is true and a poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 4: public domain.
• 45:02
  Speaker 6: The Fond Lover by Ratcliffe Hall read for librivoxtat org
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  Speaker 6: by Mihaiporobotcha. I am but little in your sight, A
• 45:13
  Speaker 6: passing thought, a fleeting light that gone forgotten lies the
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  Speaker 6: humble pastime that you chose to honor. As you might
• 45:22
  Speaker 6: arose all which you cast your eyes. Were I some simple,
• 45:27
  Speaker 6: lifeless thing, a book you read, an off worn ring,
• 45:31
  Speaker 6: a favorite flower you wear. I might be close to
• 45:35
  Speaker 6: you and know the rapture and the living glow of
• 45:37
  Speaker 6: lips and breast and hair. But as it is the
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  Speaker 6: earth you press, the clinging texture of your dress, the
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  Speaker 6: jewel on your hand. No more of Heaven enjoys the
• 45:49
  Speaker 6: ring than I, whose soul has never been where it
• 45:53
  Speaker 6: could understand and of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 6: public domain.
• 46:04
  Speaker 3: Roses Fall by Radcliffe Hall read for LibriVox dot Org
• 46:08
  Speaker 3: by Newgate Novelist. One by one, the roses pearsels fall
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  Speaker 3: to earth. Though God's son is still above them, and
• 46:18
  Speaker 3: the ardent breezes love them, they must die ere their
• 46:23
  Speaker 3: greatest joy is born. Lo they wither, und all gone,
• 46:29
  Speaker 3: like a rose. My hope must perish in a sigh.
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  Speaker 3: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 46:44
  Speaker 3: A fragment by Radcliffe Hall read Philbrivox dot Org by
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  Speaker 3: Newgate novelist. If you were just one street away, one
• 46:54
  Speaker 3: only I know that in my heart, I'd say, I'm
• 46:58
  Speaker 3: lonely with the world between us two lying, I hear
• 47:03
  Speaker 3: my soul cry out for you.
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  Speaker 7: I'm dying.
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  Speaker 3: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 47:18
  Speaker 3: Dissatisfaction by Radcliffe Hall read Philibrivox dot Org by Newgate novelist.
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  Speaker 3: Our love is near, akin unto regret. We love and
• 47:31
  Speaker 3: are beloved again, and yet thereoft is something that we lack. Soul.
• 47:38
  Speaker 3: Life is very near, akin to death. We live and
• 47:42
  Speaker 3: laugh awhile, yet with each breath something is passing that
• 47:46
  Speaker 3: will ne'er come back. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 3: in the public domain.
• 48:00
  Speaker 5: One Evening by Ratcliffe Hall Red for LibriVox dot org
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  Speaker 5: by no Al Badrian. The damp, sweet smell of the
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  Speaker 5: earth after rain, a golden rift in the sky, the
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  Speaker 5: deepening twilight, the purple plain, and you and I, the
• 48:23
  Speaker 5: strange still hush of the slumbering world, the mist in
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  Speaker 5: the wood close by, a deer that nibbles a leaf,
• 48:32
  Speaker 5: dew pearl'd, and youw and I. The falling rain has
• 48:38
  Speaker 5: left tremulous lakes where the shatter'd branches lie. The storm
• 48:44
  Speaker 5: has bow'd the tree till it breaks, and you and
• 48:49
  Speaker 5: I Yet the green earth smiles through the tears. She
• 48:54
  Speaker 5: wept with one long rapturous sigh. The noon in the
• 48:59
  Speaker 5: arms of night has crept, and you and I. End
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  Speaker 5: of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Two
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  Speaker 5: by Ratcliffe Hall, read for LibriVox dot org by no
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  Speaker 5: Al Badrian. I thought that I might see you, sweet,
• 49:28
  Speaker 5: that after all this weary year, by some good fortune,
• 49:32
  Speaker 5: we might meet and kiss each other. Here I told
• 49:37
  Speaker 5: my heart to bide awhile, and not to faint with
• 49:40
  Speaker 5: vain regret. I even forced my lips to smile, my
• 49:45
  Speaker 5: conscience to forget. I kill'd depression as it rose, and
• 49:51
  Speaker 5: built new castles on the sand. This was the place
• 49:55
  Speaker 5: my fancy chose that I should hold your hand. And
• 50:01
  Speaker 5: I have held your hand, my dear, a second, daring
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  Speaker 5: not to press your finger tips in mortal fear to
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  Speaker 5: meet your eyes. And yet I bless that little moment
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  Speaker 5: None the less end of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 5: the public domain. My Soul the Deathless by Ratcliffe Hall,
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  Speaker 5: read for LibriVox dot org by no Al Badrian. Hush,
• 50:42
  Speaker 5: my soul is singing through the still night, ringing sounds
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  Speaker 5: its voice till the dark in wonder seemeth cleft asunder,
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  Speaker 5: and the stars rejoice. Even the air is breathless for
• 50:58
  Speaker 5: my soul. The deathless sings of THEE beats its wings
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  Speaker 5: of fire in the vast desire for Eternity lifts its
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  Speaker 5: eyes of splendor, full of deep surrender for thy sake,
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  Speaker 5: bids me let it press THEE in its arms, and
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  Speaker 5: bless THEE till thy love awake. End of poem. This
• 51:29
  Speaker 5: recording is in the public domain. What am I by
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  Speaker 5: Ratcliffe Hall read for LibriVox dot org by no Al Badrian?
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  Speaker 5: What am I to presume to say? Were you good
• 51:50
  Speaker 5: or bad? Was I wrong or right? After all, life's
• 51:55
  Speaker 5: only a day and perhaps a night? What am I
• 52:00
  Speaker 5: to set up for judge? Shall I wound myself with
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  Speaker 5: the vain regret our fleeting pleasure? If time begrudge, can
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  Speaker 5: he not forget the thrill of it? All is past?
• 52:13
  Speaker 5: We know say we both were right and we both
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  Speaker 5: were wrong. There's little enough joy here below, and loves
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  Speaker 5: none too long. End of poem. This recording is in
• 52:30
  Speaker 5: the public domain. What a pity by Ratcliffe Hall read
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  Speaker 5: for LibriVox dot org by nor Batrian. What a pity
• 52:46
  Speaker 5: that all our wishes and most of our prayers are
• 52:50
  Speaker 5: vain when we strive to recall a pleasure or crave
• 52:54
  Speaker 5: to forget a pain, when the motives we deemed sufficient
• 52:59
  Speaker 5: seem poultry and mean and weak. And the goal we'd
• 53:03
  Speaker 5: have lost our soul for is that which we least
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  Speaker 5: would seek. And the pride of those vast ambitions that
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  Speaker 5: rendered our hopes so great has become but the cold,
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  Speaker 5: black cinders consumed in the fire of fate. What a
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  Speaker 5: pity that, blind with folly, we fancied all in complete,
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  Speaker 5: every flower of the true contentment that grew by our
• 53:30
  Speaker 5: careless feet. Nor did pause in our path to gather
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  Speaker 5: the fruits of a gracious spring, or to seek in
• 53:39
  Speaker 5: our hearts the anthem we call'd on the world to sing, Ah. Well,
• 53:46
  Speaker 5: may be God will remember as payment of many debts,
• 53:50
  Speaker 5: the penance of sad non attainments, the sackcloth of vain regrets.
• 53:57
  Speaker 5: And perhaps the recording Angel may wipe out the faults
• 54:01
  Speaker 5: of years with the hem of his shining garment, grown
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  Speaker 5: damp with a sinner's tears. End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 5: is in the public domain. Song by Ratcliffe Hall read
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  Speaker 5: for LibriVox dot Org by no Olepatrian. Good Morning Sweet.
• 54:32
  Speaker 5: A thousand little birds their requiem to you, sing and
• 54:36
  Speaker 5: tender flowers, with soft, perfuming words their greetings bring good
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  Speaker 5: morning sweet. This faithful heart of mine offers devotion vast
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  Speaker 5: as heaven above beneath thy window, worships at thy shrine.
• 54:54
  Speaker 5: Good morning, love, Good morning sweet. The glo story of
• 55:00
  Speaker 5: the day is not compared to thee. Come forth and
• 55:05
  Speaker 5: smile with rapture, bright and gay, that I may see.
• 55:11
  Speaker 5: Good morning sweet, Look up that I may live, Kiss me,
• 55:16
  Speaker 5: that I may taste of heaven. Here the joys of
• 55:20
  Speaker 5: paradise are thine to give. Good morning, dear. End of poem.
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  Speaker 5: This recording is in the public domain.
• 55:37
  Speaker 6: Tiredness by Ratcliffe Hall read for libri vaxtat Orc by Nhaiborobocha.
• 55:44
  Speaker 6: It is weary, weary, disuaiting for that which can never be.
• 55:50
  Speaker 6: It is dreary, dreary, dismating with tears and despondency, And methinks,
• 55:57
  Speaker 6: if beneath the grasses there was somewhere still and deep,
• 56:02
  Speaker 6: I would close my eyes to the morning and thankfully
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  Speaker 6: fall asleep. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 6: public domain.
• 56:16
  Speaker 4: On the Lagoon by Ratcliffe Hall read wolibevax dot org
• 56:21
  Speaker 4: by A Nusha A year, a gondola, the still lagoon,
• 56:27
  Speaker 4: a summer's night, an august moon, the splash of oz,
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  Speaker 4: a distant song, a little sigh and was it wrong?
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  Speaker 4: A kiss both passionate and long. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 4: recording is in the public domain. A Morning on Commo
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  Speaker 4: by Ratcliffe Hall dvolibivax dot org A symphony in pink
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  Speaker 4: and blue, A rhapsody of sun and dew. A virgin
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  Speaker 4: venus born anew lay como in the morning, and would
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  Speaker 4: to heaven some muse divine could guide this erring pen
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  Speaker 4: of mine. I cried to paint such grace as thine
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  Speaker 4: sweet comeo in the morning and of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 4: is in the public domain. In Rome by Ratcliff Hall
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  Speaker 4: radvolibevaxtat org daybreak, the heavy rumble in the street of
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  Speaker 4: wagons journeyed from the sun baked plains, a laugh, an oath,
• 57:48
  Speaker 4: as chance, acquaintance meet, the bark of dogs, the crack
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  Speaker 4: of whip and rains, and then with booming of combined refrains,
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  Speaker 4: the ringing, swinging, singing bells of Rome. Sunset and purple
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  Speaker 4: shadows o'er the dome of sky above Saint Peter's, and
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  Speaker 4: the square as silent as a graveyard, and as dumb
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  Speaker 4: within the church. A peasant deep in prayer, and like
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  Speaker 4: a challenge through the languid air, the ringing, swinging, singing
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  Speaker 4: bells of Rome. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 4: the public domain. Two by Ratcliff hall Red folibevaxtat og.
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  Speaker 4: The day is warm and mellow, The fields are gold
• 58:44
  Speaker 4: and yellow, and in the misty distance the hills are
• 58:48
  Speaker 4: purple blue. The spring is up and stirring, The pheasant's
• 58:53
  Speaker 4: wing is whirring, and there is nothing lacking in all
• 58:57
  Speaker 4: the world but hue and of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 4: in the public domain. Hopes by Ratcliff hall radvolibevaks start og.
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  Speaker 4: Our hopes are like the mountains that arise and to
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  Speaker 4: a dim imperfect human eyes seem, in their splendid height,
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  Speaker 4: to touch the skies. Yet when we've toiled up many
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  Speaker 4: a weary day, we find the summit desolate and gray
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  Speaker 4: and low, the heavens still smiling far away. And of poem.
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  Speaker 4: This recording is in the public domain. O Memory by
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  Speaker 4: Ratcliff Hall Radvolibevak start og Ah, Dear, how memory stirs
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  Speaker 4: of meadows and soft toil, thrushes of winds that sang
• 1:00:03
  Speaker 4: amid firs or piped on the cool damp rushes of
• 1:00:08
  Speaker 4: twilights and early dawns, and times when the earth is
• 1:00:12
  Speaker 4: fairest of gardens with dewy lawns and flowers when their
• 1:00:17
  Speaker 4: scent is rarest of noontide, and humming bees that gather
• 1:00:22
  Speaker 4: the love of roses of night time, and sighing trees
• 1:00:27
  Speaker 4: and clouds where the moon reposes. And dearest of just
• 1:00:32
  Speaker 4: we two alone in this world of splendor, where everything
• 1:00:36
  Speaker 4: lived for you, in glorious sweet surrender and of poem.
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  Speaker 4: This recording is in the public domain. The River by
• 1:00:52
  Speaker 4: Ratcliff Hall read for the Bovaks dart oag Oh river,
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  Speaker 4: sweet river, how placidly you wonder, Yet bearing on your bosom,
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  Speaker 4: so many lovers of vows cannot the throb of passion
• 1:01:08
  Speaker 4: arouse one wave in answer, or stir to sighing cadence.
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  Speaker 4: Your silent willow bows must always forever your brow be
• 1:01:18
  Speaker 4: smooth and tranquil. Though hearts may break in anguish or
• 1:01:22
  Speaker 4: burn with ecstasy, is there no secret message that may
• 1:01:26
  Speaker 4: arouse your wonder at all, this vast emotion that thrills eternity.
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  Speaker 4: Some day, though, oh River, you too shall feel the
• 1:01:36
  Speaker 4: magic of all your depths awakened, of every tide set free.
• 1:01:42
  Speaker 4: Remember us in that time, we loving ones who sought you,
• 1:01:46
  Speaker 4: when you have left the meadows for the embracing sea
• 1:01:51
  Speaker 4: and if poem. This recording is in the public domain
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  Speaker 4: to by Ratcliff Hall d wolibevaxtat oak. Let not the
• 1:02:08
  Speaker 4: morning break ere. I shall say, thou art the sun
• 1:02:12
  Speaker 4: that brightens all the day. Thou art the rose that
• 1:02:15
  Speaker 4: perfumes all the air. Thou art the soul of all
• 1:02:20
  Speaker 4: that is most fair. Let not the evening fall ey.
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  Speaker 4: I shall say, thou art the star that guides me
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  Speaker 4: on my way. Thou art the moon whose beams are everywhere.
• 1:02:35
  Speaker 4: Thou art my rest, my blessing and my prayer. And
• 1:02:41
  Speaker 4: of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Shall
• 1:02:51
  Speaker 4: I complain, by ratcliff Hall rad flibevax stat Oak. Shall
• 1:02:57
  Speaker 4: I complain because the rain has spoiled the flowers? Shall
• 1:03:01
  Speaker 4: I despair because the air is damp with showers? Shall
• 1:03:06
  Speaker 4: I forget that even yet new buds will spring, And
• 1:03:11
  Speaker 4: shall I sigh? While still there is by one bird
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  Speaker 4: to sing? And of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 4: public domain to by Ratcliffe Hall redvolibevastat og. But let
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  Speaker 4: me tell you all I feel. And then if you
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  Speaker 4: must still deny, no tears shall dim my sight, no
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  Speaker 4: sigh shall pass my lips. I'll only kneel before you
• 1:03:47
  Speaker 4: in the dust and say, tread on me as you
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  Speaker 4: go your way. And of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 4: the public domain. Mistress Spring Song by Radcliff Hall rad
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  Speaker 4: folbrovax dot org. Sweet mistress Spring, all tactin green? How
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  Speaker 4: fresh you look this morning? Tis shore a year since
• 1:04:23
  Speaker 4: we have seen such flowers? Your brow doning? And will
• 1:04:31
  Speaker 4: you come and walk with me?
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  Speaker 8: I'll prove oed lover beneath the boughs of some kind
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  Speaker 8: try we'll seek convenience.
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  Speaker 2: Come over.
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  Speaker 9: There, will I praise with light refrain your most enchanting wether,
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  Speaker 9: while you shall make good daisy chain to bider hat took.
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  Speaker 4: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 1:05:22
  Speaker 4: What's Wrong by Ratcliffe Hall read for librevakstat Og. There's
• 1:05:28
  Speaker 4: something wrong with the world today. What can it be?
• 1:05:32
  Speaker 4: What can it be? The morn is at six, and
• 1:05:35
  Speaker 4: the years at may. So mayhap that something is wrong
• 1:05:39
  Speaker 4: with me. But there's something wrong with the joyous sound
• 1:05:43
  Speaker 4: of the thrush in the apple tree. There's something gone
• 1:05:47
  Speaker 4: from my heart I trow. That then is why? That,
• 1:05:51
  Speaker 4: then is why the flowers seems dead on the awkward bough.
• 1:05:55
  Speaker 4: And never a sunbeam is in the sky. There's something gone.
• 1:06:00
  Speaker 4: And the light of dawn is the dimmer when you're
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  Speaker 4: not by end of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 4: public domain. Gentle Dame Priscilla by Ratcliffe Hall read for
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  Speaker 4: lebevaxtat og. Gentle Dame Priscilla at her wil is singing,
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  Speaker 4: singing of her lover very far away. Would I were
• 1:06:29
  Speaker 4: that lover from my hiding springing, I would stop her
• 1:06:32
  Speaker 4: singing in my own fond way. Gentle Dame Priscilla at
• 1:06:38
  Speaker 4: her weel is spinning fancies of her lover who has
• 1:06:42
  Speaker 4: gone to see. Would I were that lover honeytide and
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  Speaker 4: winning it were then no sinning, though I kissed her
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  Speaker 4: free end of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: To the Nightingale by Ratcliff Hall read forlibevaxtat og, Oh Nightingale,
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  Speaker 4: Has that pale star heard you sobbing your passion into
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  Speaker 4: a song? Has she deigned to stoop from her throne
• 1:07:17
  Speaker 4: of splendor, deigned to pity your life's surrender, deigned to
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  Speaker 4: throw you a beam? Smile tender you who have waited
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  Speaker 4: and loved so long, Oh Nightingale, is your wondrous music
• 1:07:32
  Speaker 4: cleaving the depths of the dark apart, born of a
• 1:07:35
  Speaker 4: hope that is wearily dying? Is she ever and I
• 1:07:40
  Speaker 4: denying that for which you are always sighing? Do you
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  Speaker 4: sing with a broken heart? End of poem? This recording
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  Speaker 4: is in the public domain. A Morning Thought by Ratcliff
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  Speaker 4: Hall Bread for LibriVox dot org, Wind and mist of
• 1:08:05
  Speaker 4: the upland places, thrill and hush of the clouds, swept spaces,
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  Speaker 4: glow of sky that the sun embraces over a world
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  Speaker 4: of dew, purple dusk, of the sweet scotch heather, golden gorze,
• 1:08:20
  Speaker 4: in the summer weather. Hand in hand, you and I together,
• 1:08:24
  Speaker 4: if it were only true and of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 4: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: To Day by Radcliffe Hall read from Lebarvaques dot org
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  Speaker 7: by Jameila to day is a bumper of golden wine.
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  Speaker 7: Drink deep, Deep, Deep, while the earth is green. In
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  Speaker 7: the cup is thine. Where there cometh an hour when
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  Speaker 7: a man must weep, and there cometh a time when
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  Speaker 7: a man must sleep. So drink deep, Deep Deep. End
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  Speaker 7: of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Love's
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  Speaker 7: Command by Radcliffe Hall read for LibriVox dot org by Jamilah.
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  Speaker 7: Love lifted up his eyes to mine, and in their
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  Speaker 7: depth did I behold a flame so potent yet divine,
• 1:09:26
  Speaker 7: that all the world besides seemed cold. Dear Love, I cried,
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  Speaker 7: come enter in and warm my heart with living fire.
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  Speaker 7: Love answered, first, cast out the sin, and rid my
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  Speaker 7: dwelling of desire. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 7: the public domain. Chance Meeting by Radcliffe Hall, read for
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  Speaker 7: LibriVox dot org by Jamilah.
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  Speaker 3: I looked up.
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  Speaker 7: You were standing there close beside me, and just for
• 1:10:06
  Speaker 7: a second ar glances met and lingered, and mingled and mingled.
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  Speaker 7: Yet I went on. You had turned, and the spell
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  Speaker 7: was broken. My temples throbbed, and my hands were cold.
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  Speaker 7: I was longing, hopeless, and almost old. End of poem.
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  Speaker 7: This recording is in the public domain. Italian Spring by
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  Speaker 7: Radcliffe Hall, read from LibriVox dot org by Jamila. It
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  Speaker 7: is the spring, and what could be so sweet a
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  Speaker 7: thing as early spring in Italy? To make the boon
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  Speaker 7: more wondrous rare, You've caught the sunlight in your hair,
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  Speaker 7: and happy slaved dances there to steal the splendor from
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  Speaker 7: the skies. You draw their color to your eyes, like
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  Speaker 7: deep blue lakes of paradise. It is the spring, and
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  Speaker 7: what could be so sweet a thing as early spring
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  Speaker 7: in Italy?
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  Speaker 3: And you with me?
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  Speaker 7: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Two by Radcliffe Hall, read for liibrivox dot org by Jamila. Oh,
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  Speaker 7: the awful pity of it all that I ever learned
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  Speaker 7: to care for you, that we ever chanced to meet,
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  Speaker 7: it all, since we neither of us could be true.
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  Speaker 7: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: The Dirge of a Lonely Garden by Radcliffe Hall, read
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  Speaker 1: for LibriVox by Christine Leyman. I am a garden alone alone,
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  Speaker 1: Oh little swallow, pity me. Over my paths have the
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  Speaker 1: lichens grown, Oh little swallow, pity me. Down by the river,
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  Speaker 1: the reeds are dank.
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  Speaker 3: Close to the portal.
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  Speaker 1: The grass is rank nettles, take berth on the lily bank, O,
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  Speaker 1: little swallow pity me. Once in the earliest days she came,
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  Speaker 1: Oh little swallow pity me, sowing the seeds of my
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  Speaker 1: after fame, O little swallow pity me. Beautiful hands she had,
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  Speaker 1: and lo all that they touched would thrill and grow
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  Speaker 1: up to the sun of her eyes aglow, Oh, little
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  Speaker 1: swallow pity me. Beautiful feet she had that fell, O,
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  Speaker 1: little swallow pity me, like the caress of one loved well, Oh,
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  Speaker 1: little swallow, pity me, over the lawn at the twilight hour.
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  Speaker 1: Sometimes she wandered to pick a flower. Sometimes she paused
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  Speaker 1: in the jasmine bower, O, little swallow pity me. Then
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  Speaker 1: she would speak to me, sweet my own, O little
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  Speaker 1: swallow pity me. Words from her heart to my heart alone,
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  Speaker 1: O little swallow pity me. Tender and ardent and secret
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  Speaker 1: things sprang to her lips as the water springs up
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  Speaker 1: from the earth where the blue mist clings, O, little
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  Speaker 1: swallow pity me. I am a garden grown desolate, O
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  Speaker 1: little swallow pity me, I of them all will remember, yet,
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  Speaker 1: O little swallow pity me, summer may come, and summer
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  Speaker 1: may go. I of them all who have known her
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  Speaker 1: know love cannot die, though the loved one go, O
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  Speaker 1: little swallow pity me.
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  Speaker 3: End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain. Resignation by Radcliffe Hall,
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  Speaker 1: read for LibriVox dot Org by Christine Lehmann. I asked
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  Speaker 1: you for your love again, and I presumed too much.
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  Speaker 1: It seemed the happiness of which I dreamed was but
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  Speaker 1: a jest to laugh at, then a trifle that your
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  Speaker 1: wanton eyes beheld yet would not recognize. I will be
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  Speaker 1: just your friend, I said. Twere better thus to be
• 1:14:30
  Speaker 1: content than everlasting banishment. You scarcely paused to turn your head,
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  Speaker 1: not needed. I had ceased to be a thing for
• 1:14:39
  Speaker 1: your utility. I went my way as others do. These
• 1:14:43
  Speaker 1: are not days to rant and weep. What pain there
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  Speaker 1: was I buried deep together with my thoughts of you,
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  Speaker 1: and in that grave they lie apart, unmourned, save by
• 1:14:55
  Speaker 1: a breaking heart and of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain. Accusation by Radcliffe Hall, read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 1: dot org by Christine Layman. How dare you cease to
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  Speaker 1: be my friend? You who have held my heart and
• 1:15:19
  Speaker 1: mind within your hand, a spell combined of passion and
• 1:15:23
  Speaker 1: the joys that rend cast over all that once was me.
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  Speaker 1: I would not if I could go free. I tell you,
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  Speaker 1: to the depth of hell, my spirit, following in your wake,
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  Speaker 1: shall suffer for its folly's sake those torments which are yours,
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  Speaker 1: and dwell beside you through eternity and of poem. This
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  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain. A sea cycle by
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  Speaker 1: Radcliffe Hall, read for LibriVox dot Org by Christine Layman.
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  Speaker 1: One In at your cabin window, under the drifting sky,
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  Speaker 1: softly and all on tiptoe winds that are passing by
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  Speaker 1: steel with a tender, longing pause, with a yearning sigh,
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  Speaker 1: kiss you, and then in rapture, folding their pinions die. Two.
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  Speaker 1: There is something divinely happy and something divinely fair at
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  Speaker 1: work in the world this morning. Its spirit is everywhere.
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  Speaker 1: I'm filled with a sense of youngness. My limbs are
• 1:16:35
  Speaker 1: alive and strong. My heart, with the throb of gladness,
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  Speaker 1: re echoes the ocean's song. The sun is a splendid
• 1:16:44
  Speaker 1: halo that sets on the brow of earth. The wind
• 1:16:47
  Speaker 1: is the flute of silver. He tunes to his strains
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  Speaker 1: of mirth. The waves are a brim with laughter. The
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  Speaker 1: ship is a soul set free and out through this
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  Speaker 1: perfect weather. You'll presently come to me. Three. I pledged
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  Speaker 1: you in a cup of wine, and every passion that
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  Speaker 1: was mine I melted in that nectar rare to drink
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  Speaker 1: to you. I swear, I swear I pledged you in
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  Speaker 1: the cup of life, its inmost essence, hot and rife.
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  Speaker 1: I caught from drops my heart bled there to drink
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  Speaker 1: to you, I swear, I swear. Four. Listen, dear heart,
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  Speaker 1: awhile till I repeat, in all my life, there never
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  Speaker 1: was so sweet an hour as this, so perfectly complete,
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  Speaker 1: so full of joy, so deep and so replete with
• 1:17:41
  Speaker 1: ardent things, alas that time is fleet. Five. Good night
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  Speaker 1: until tomorrow. Dear you go to rest, and I still
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  Speaker 1: here will dream of all you do and say, will
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  Speaker 1: contemplate as lovers may, each thing you've touched with eyes
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  Speaker 1: that find your form in all you leave behind. Your
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  Speaker 1: presence and the joy that fills the heart and soul
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  Speaker 1: with countless thrills is still beside me, And the ship
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  Speaker 1: throbs out with every rise and dip. The words that
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  Speaker 1: uttered once shall be my music through eternity. Six, Let
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  Speaker 1: me forget the land, the turmoil, and the strife of cities.
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  Speaker 1: Let me stand alone with you and life, encircled by
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  Speaker 1: the sky, uplifted by the sea. The world is you
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  Speaker 1: and I. Then give yourself to me.
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  Speaker 3: Seven.
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  Speaker 1: Don't speak a word would mar at all? Just put
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  Speaker 1: your hand in mine. This silence seems of heaven to
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  Speaker 1: fall from thence a thing divine be still to move
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  Speaker 1: would seem profane, so magic as the night, all hushed
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  Speaker 1: yet throbbing with a vein of passionate delight. Look up
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  Speaker 1: and let your gaze enfold my face that bends above,
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  Speaker 1: and in my ardent eyes behold the ecstasy of love.
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  Speaker 5: Eight.
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  Speaker 1: I take my heart with trembling hands, unworthy vassal, though
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  Speaker 1: it be sad wanderer in many lands such as it is,
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  Speaker 1: I offer thee and will not even dare complain. Shouldst
• 1:19:27
  Speaker 1: thou this sorry gift disdain? Yet, Oh, be sure that
• 1:19:32
  Speaker 1: every sigh, each beat of anguish, deep and sore, has
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  Speaker 1: grown a dagger thrust which I must bear for all
• 1:19:40
  Speaker 1: that's gone before, and bearing it will learn to know
• 1:19:43
  Speaker 1: the cleansing agony of woe. And this remember, ere you
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  Speaker 1: turn your head away in silent pride. The soul is
• 1:19:51
  Speaker 1: young that still can learn new truths, that love has simplified,
• 1:19:56
  Speaker 1: and being young, may still attain perfection through repentant pain.
• 1:20:02
  Speaker 1: Then stoop to pity. Do not close the gate of
• 1:20:05
  Speaker 1: paradise and rest to one whose spirit seeks repose within
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  Speaker 1: that haven of the blest, but rather fling the portal
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  Speaker 1: wide and draw the pilgrim safe inside. Nine. The past
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  Speaker 1: is like an empty dream. The people in it are
• 1:20:24
  Speaker 1: not real. The joys and sorrows only seem as phantom hands.
• 1:20:29
  Speaker 1: I cannot feel. I will not even count the hours
• 1:20:33
  Speaker 1: that lie between those yesterdays, and what my present life
• 1:20:37
  Speaker 1: and bowers of love and all its golden ways, all
• 1:20:41
  Speaker 1: that I am, my soul, my mind, and all I
• 1:20:44
  Speaker 1: ever hope to be. I fling with scarce a look
• 1:20:47
  Speaker 1: behind into this present ecstasy. I have not even one
• 1:20:52
  Speaker 1: regret to waste upon those lagging years, too colorless to
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  Speaker 1: fain forget, too soulless for repentant tears, No sigh though
• 1:21:02
  Speaker 1: life should end for me to day, so potent as
• 1:21:05
  Speaker 1: the bliss of love, I think eternity is held embodied
• 1:21:10
  Speaker 1: in a kiss. Ten. If every rose that ever blew
• 1:21:16
  Speaker 1: all fragrant with the breath of spring, were here aglow
• 1:21:20
  Speaker 1: with sun and dew, with ardent petals shimmering. What would
• 1:21:25
  Speaker 1: their beauty count to me? Have I not lived to
• 1:21:28
  Speaker 1: look on thee If every note of music born, each
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  Speaker 1: wistful cadence, low and sweet, were all combined from night
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  Speaker 1: till dawn to render melody complete, Why should my throbbing
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  Speaker 1: sense rejoice that once has listened to thy voice. Nor
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  Speaker 1: do I think that paradise could dim with raptured awe
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  Speaker 1: my gaze unfolding to my dazzled eyes the marvel of
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  Speaker 1: untrodden ways. For know I not of heaven apart, since
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  Speaker 1: I have found thy living heart. Eleven O, my beloved,
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  Speaker 1: Though I live a thousand years upon the earth, and
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  Speaker 1: though each pleasure take its birth from me, though it
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  Speaker 1: be mine to give all rapture, every thrill and joy
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  Speaker 1: known unto God's. Though I destroy all ills and overcome
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  Speaker 1: E in death, within the vapor of a breath that
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  Speaker 1: from thy lips passed into mine fire tipped of earth,
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  Speaker 1: Yet all divine would be contained more ecstasy to chain
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  Speaker 1: the soul eternally with fetters woven of thy kiss, than
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  Speaker 1: in Mahomet's realms of bliss, nay more of heaven, I ask,
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  Speaker 1: But this twelve over the silent waters flashes the beacon, light,
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  Speaker 1: sharp as a strong white dagger, cleaving the breast of night,
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  Speaker 1: beacon of hope and safety. We are near the land.
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  Speaker 1: Come and stand close beside me. Give me your dear
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  Speaker 1: white hand. Here in the wind and darkness, under the
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  Speaker 1: sighing mast. Let us forget the future, let us condone
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  Speaker 1: the past. God in his high blue heaven, counting the
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  Speaker 1: falling tears, grants us this fleeting present out of the
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  Speaker 1: endless years. Thirteen. The land, the land. It is the
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  Speaker 1: end of all my dreams. The sudden bend along the road,
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  Speaker 1: and face to face I stand with some deserted place
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  Speaker 1: where death and darkness grow apace the land, the land.
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  Speaker 1: With beating heart, I am awake alone, apart to gaze
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  Speaker 1: upon the nearing shore and know that all that's gone
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  Speaker 1: before means nothing to you any more. The land, the land,
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  Speaker 1: Oh blessed sea. Lift up your arms and cover me,
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  Speaker 1: one long caress upon your breast. You know me. I
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  Speaker 1: have stood confessed before you. Now I fain would rest.
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  Speaker 1: Fourteen Oh time, There's much I could forgive e'en. Though
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  Speaker 1: you told me that to live another hour it was denied.
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  Speaker 1: I think I'd lay my life aside, with few regrets
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  Speaker 1: and scarce a sigh. It would not be so hard
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  Speaker 1: to die. But like a thief steals in the night,
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  Speaker 1: you robbed me what was mine. By right, your ruthless
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  Speaker 1: hands have snatched away the passions that were yesterday. You've
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  Speaker 1: cankered with your deadly rust and turned a living heart
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  Speaker 1: to dust. Fifteen ah if but once again to hear
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  Speaker 1: the song of waves against the keel, the sound of
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  Speaker 1: winds upon the sea, to watch the moon, and to
• 1:25:00
  Speaker 1: feel your hand in mine, to have you steal more close,
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  Speaker 1: more close, till senses reel, and all the deep, unfathomed
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  Speaker 1: bliss of life and death were in your kiss. Sixteen.
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  Speaker 1: I have striven for three whole years to forget. I
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  Speaker 1: have prayed, I groveled to God, and yet at the
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  Speaker 1: glimpse of a pictured face, of a form that suggested yours,
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  Speaker 1: like a blighting storm, the past rose up, and in anguish, cried,
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  Speaker 1: O fool I live. It was you who died. End
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  Speaker 1: of poem. This recording is in the public domain. End
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  Speaker 1: of TwixT Earth and Stars by Radcliffe Hall,