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  Speaker 1: Beyond the Hills of Dream by William Wilfred Campbell read
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  Speaker 1: for LibriVox dot Org by Nemo. Beyond the Hills of Dream,
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  Speaker 1: Over the mountains of sleep, my love over the hills
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  Speaker 1: of dream, Beyond the walls of care and fate, where
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  Speaker 1: the loves and memories teem, We come to a world
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  Speaker 1: of fancy, free, where hearts forget to weep over the
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  Speaker 1: mountains of dream, My love over the hills of sleep,
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  Speaker 1: Over the hills of care, my love over the mountains
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  Speaker 1: of dread. We come to a valley glad and vast,
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  Speaker 1: where we meet the long lost dead, whom are the
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  Speaker 1: gods and splendor dwell in a land where all is fair.
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  Speaker 1: Over the mountains of dread, my love over the hills
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  Speaker 1: of care, Over the mountains of dream, my love over
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  Speaker 1: the hills of sleep. Could we but come to that
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  Speaker 1: heart's desire, where the harvest of fancy reap, then we
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  Speaker 1: would know the old joys and hopes, the longings of
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  Speaker 1: youth's bright gleam over the mountains of sleep, my love
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  Speaker 1: over the hills of dream. Yea, there the sweet old
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  Speaker 1: years have rest, and there my heart would be amid
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  Speaker 1: the glad one's loved of yore at the sign of
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  Speaker 1: the fancy free, and there the old lips would repeat
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  Speaker 1: Earth's memories, O're and ore over the mountains of might
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  Speaker 1: have been, over the hills of yore, unto that valley
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  Speaker 1: of dreams, my love. If we could only go beyond
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  Speaker 1: the mountains of heart's despair, the hills of winter and snow,
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  Speaker 1: then we would come to those happy isles, the shores
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  Speaker 1: of blossom and wing, Over the mountains of waiting, my love,
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  Speaker 1: Over the hills of spring, and there where the woods
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  Speaker 1: are scarlet and gold, and the apples are red on
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  Speaker 1: the tree. The heart of autumn is never old. And
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  Speaker 1: that country where we would be? And how would we
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  Speaker 1: come to that land, my love? Follow the midnight stars
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  Speaker 1: that swim and gleam in a milk white stream over
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  Speaker 1: the night's white bars. Or follow the trail of the
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  Speaker 1: sunset red that beacons the dying deeps of day's wild borders,
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  Speaker 1: down the edge of silence where evening sleeps. Or take
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  Speaker 1: the road that the morning wakes when he whitens his
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  Speaker 1: first rose beam. Over the mountains of glory, my love,
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  Speaker 1: over the hills of dream. Some time, some time, we
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  Speaker 1: will go, my love, when winter loosens to spring, and
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  Speaker 1: all the spirits of joy are a jog after the
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  Speaker 1: wild birds wing, when winter and sorrow have opened their
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  Speaker 1: doors to set love's prisoners free. Over the mountains of woe,
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  Speaker 1: my love, over the hills of Drea, And when we
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  Speaker 1: reach there, we will know the faces we knew of yore,
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  Speaker 1: the lips that kissed, the hands that clasp. When memory
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  Speaker 1: loosens her store, and we will drink to the long
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  Speaker 1: dead years in that inn of the golden gleam over
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  Speaker 1: the mountains of sleep, my love, over the hills of dream,
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  Speaker 1: and all the joys we missed, my love, and all
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  Speaker 1: the hopes we knew, the dreams of life we dreamed
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  Speaker 1: in vain when youth's red blossoms blew, and all the
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  Speaker 1: hearts that throbbed for us in the past. So sunny
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  Speaker 1: and fair, we will meet and greet in that golden land,
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  Speaker 1: over the hills of care, over the mountains of sleep,
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  Speaker 1: my love, over the hills of dream. Beyond the walls
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  Speaker 1: of care and fate, where the loves and memories teem,
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  Speaker 1: we come to a land of fancy, free, where hearts
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  Speaker 1: forget to weep, Over the mountains of dream, my Love
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  Speaker 1: over the Hills of Sleep and a poem. This recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Morning by W. Wilfrid Campbell read for Livervox dot Org
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  Speaker 2: read by B. G.
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  Speaker 3: Gruff.
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  Speaker 2: When I behold out of ruined night, fill with all
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  Speaker 2: weirds of haunted ancientness and dreams of fantasies of pale distress,
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  Speaker 2: is built beam by beam, the splendid light, the opalescent glory,
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  Speaker 2: Jim's belight of due emblazoned morning. When I know such
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  Speaker 2: wondrous hopes, such lumrous beauties grow from out earth shades
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  Speaker 2: of sadness affright. Oh, then my heart aim thy, questioning fear,
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  Speaker 2: dost thou not whisper He who built ust Thus from
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  Speaker 2: wrecks of darkness, such wonders, at his will can recreate
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  Speaker 2: out of death's night for us the marvel of morning,
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  Speaker 2: gladder still than ever, trembling into beauty here.
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  Speaker 4: In the poem.
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  Speaker 2: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Out of Pompey by William Wilfrid Campbell read for librivokxt
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  Speaker 5: dot org by Elizabeth Parsons. She lay face downward on
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  Speaker 5: her bended arm in this her new sweet dream of
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  Speaker 5: human bliss her heart within her fearful fluttering warm, her
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  Speaker 5: lips yet pained with love's first timorous kiss. She did
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  Speaker 5: not note the darkening afternoon. She did not mark the
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  Speaker 5: lowering of the sky, or that great city Earth had
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  Speaker 5: given its boon. Unto her lips, Love touched her and
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  Speaker 5: passed by. In one dread moment. All the sky grew dark,
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  Speaker 5: the hideous reigned, the panic, the red rout where love
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  Speaker 5: lost love and all the world might mark. The city overwhelmed,
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  Speaker 5: blotted out without one cry, So quick oblivion came, and
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  Speaker 5: life passed to the black, where all forget. But she
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  Speaker 5: we know not of her house or name. In love's
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  Speaker 5: sweet musings, doth lie dreaming. Yet the dread hell pass
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  Speaker 5: The ruined world grew still, and the great city passed
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  Speaker 5: to nothingness. The ages went and mankind worked its will.
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  Speaker 5: Then men stood still amid the century's press, and in
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  Speaker 5: the ash had ruins opened bare. As she lay down
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  Speaker 5: in her shamed loveliness, sculptured and frozen. Late they found
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  Speaker 5: her there, image of love mid all that hideousness, her
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  Speaker 5: head face downward on her bended arm, her single robe
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  Speaker 5: that showed her shapely form, her wondrous fate love keeps
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  Speaker 5: divinely warm over the centuries past the slaying storm. The
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  Speaker 5: heart can read in writing's time, hath left that linger
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  Speaker 5: still through death's oblivion, And in this waste of life
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  Speaker 5: and light bereft, she brings again a beauty that had gone.
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  Speaker 5: And if there be a day when all shall wake
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  Speaker 5: as dreams, the hoping, doubting human heart, the dim forgetfulness
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  Speaker 5: of death will break for her as one who sleeps
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  Speaker 5: with lips apart, And did God call her suddenly, I
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  Speaker 5: know she'd wake as morning, wakened by the thrush, feel
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  Speaker 5: that red kiss across the sentry's glow, and make all
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  Speaker 5: heaven rosier by her blush and a palm. This recording
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  Speaker 5: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: Morning on the Shore by William Wilfrid Campbell, read fully
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  Speaker 6: Brivoxtotalk by taversh. The lake is blue with mourning, and
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  Speaker 6: the sky sweet, clear and burnished as an orient pearl
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  Speaker 6: high in its vastness, scream and skimm and world wild
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  Speaker 6: gulf locks, where the gleaming beaches die into dim distance,
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  Speaker 6: where great marshes lie far in ashore, the woods are
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  Speaker 6: warm with dreams, the dewet road in ruddy sunlight gleams
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  Speaker 6: the sweet cool earth, the clear blue heaven. On high
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  Speaker 6: across the morn, a caroling schoolboy goes filling the world
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  Speaker 6: with youth to heaven. Stare some chattering squirrel answers from
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  Speaker 6: his tree. But down beyond the headland, where ice flows
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  Speaker 6: are great in winter, pleading in mute prayer, a dead,
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  Speaker 6: drowned face stares up immutably. End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 6: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Beavement of the Fields by William Wilfrid Kmpbell read for
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  Speaker 1: LibriVox dot Org by Nemo. Bereavement of the Fields in
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  Speaker 1: memory of Archibald Lampman, who died February tenth, eighteen ninety nine.
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  Speaker 1: Soft Fall the February snows and soft falls on my heart,
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  Speaker 1: the snow of wintry pain, for nevermore by wood or
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  Speaker 1: field or croft. Will he we knew walk with his
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  Speaker 1: loved again, no more, with eyes a dream and soul
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  Speaker 1: aloft in those high moods where love and beauty rain
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  Speaker 1: greet his familiar fields, his skies without a stain. Soft
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  Speaker 1: Fall the February seve snows and deep like downy pinions
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  Speaker 1: from the molting breast of all the mothering sky round
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  Speaker 1: his hush sleep, flutter a million loves upon his rest,
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  Speaker 1: where once his well loved flowers were fain to peep,
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  Speaker 1: with adder tongue and waxen petals pressed in young spring
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  Speaker 1: evenings reddening down the west, soft fall, the February snows
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  Speaker 1: and hushed, seems life's loud action, all its strife removed afar, remote,
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  Speaker 1: where grief itself seems crushed, and even hope and sorrow
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  Speaker 1: are reproved. For he whose cheek erst while with hope,
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  Speaker 1: was flushed, and by the gentle haunts of being moved,
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  Speaker 1: hath gone the way of all he dreamed and loved.
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  Speaker 1: Soft Fall, the February snows and lost, this tender spirit
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  Speaker 1: gone with scarce. A tear ere loosened from the dungeons
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  Speaker 1: of the frost, wakens with yearnings new, the enfranchised year,
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  Speaker 1: late winter wizened, gloomed and tempest tossed, and Hesper's gentle
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  Speaker 1: delicate veils appear when dream anew the days of hope
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  Speaker 1: and fear. And Mother Nature, she whose heart is fain,
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  Speaker 1: yea she who grieves not neither faints nor fails build
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  Speaker 1: the seasons she will bring again march of roodening madness,
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  Speaker 1: of wild gales, April and her wraiths of tender rain,
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  Speaker 1: and all he loved, this soul whom memory veils, beyond
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  Speaker 1: the burden of our strife and pain. Not his to
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  Speaker 1: wake the strident note of song, nor pierce the deep
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  Speaker 1: recesses of the heart, those tragic wells, remote of might
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  Speaker 1: and wrong. But rather with those gentler souls apart, he
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  Speaker 1: dreamed like his own summer days along, filled with the
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  Speaker 1: beauty born of his own heart, sufficient in the sweetness
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  Speaker 1: of his song. Outside this prison house of all our tears,
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  Speaker 1: Enfranchised from our sorrow and our wrong, beyond the failure
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  Speaker 1: of our days and years, beyond the burden of our
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  Speaker 1: saddest song, he moves with those whose music filled his
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  Speaker 1: ears and claimed his gentle spirit from the throng Wordsworth
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  Speaker 1: Arnold keats thy masters of his song, like some rare
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  Speaker 1: pan of those old Grecian days, Here in our hours
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  Speaker 1: of deeper stress, reborn unfortunate throne upon life's evil ways.
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  Speaker 1: His inward ear heard ever, that satyr horn from nature's
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  Speaker 1: lips reverberate night and morn, and fled from men in
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  Speaker 1: all their troubled maze, standing apart with sad and curious gaze,
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  Speaker 1: and now untimely cut, like some sweet flower plucked in
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  Speaker 1: the early summer of its prime, before reach the fullness
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  Speaker 1: of its dower, he withers in the morning of our time,
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  Speaker 1: leaving behind him like a summer shower, a fragrance of
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  Speaker 1: Earth's beauty, and the chime of gentle and imperishable rhyme
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  Speaker 1: songs in our ears of winds and flowers and buds,
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  Speaker 1: in gentle loves and tender memories of nature's sweetest aspects.
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  Speaker 1: Her pure moods wrought from the inward truth of intimate
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  Speaker 1: eyes and delicate ears of him who harks and broods
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  Speaker 1: and nightly pondering, daily grows more wise, and dreams and
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  Speaker 1: seas in mighty ses solitudes, soft fall, the February snows
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  Speaker 1: and soft he sleeps in peace upon the breast of her.
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  Speaker 1: He loved the truist, where by wood and croft, the
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  Speaker 1: wintry silence folds in fleecy blur about his silence, while
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  Speaker 1: and glooms aloft. The mighty forest fathers without stir guard
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  Speaker 1: well the rest of him, their rare sweet worshiper and
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  Speaker 1: a poem. This recording is in the public domain. A
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  Speaker 1: wood lyric by William Wilfrid Campbell read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 1: org by Nemo. A wood lyric Into the Stilly Woods,
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  Speaker 1: I go, where the shades are deep in the wind
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  Speaker 1: flowers blow, and the hours are dreamy and lone and long,
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  Speaker 1: and the power of silence is greater than song. Into
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  Speaker 1: the stilly woods I go, where the leaves are cool
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  Speaker 1: and the windflowers blow. When I go into the stilly
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  Speaker 1: woods and know all the flowers and their sweet, shy hoods,
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  Speaker 1: the tender leaves and their shimmering sheen of darkling shadow,
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  Speaker 1: diaphanous green. In those haunted halls where my footstep falls,
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  Speaker 1: like one who enters cathedral walls, a spirit of beauty
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  Speaker 1: floods over me, is over a swimmer, the waves of
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  Speaker 1: the sea that strengthens and glories, refreshes and fills till
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  Speaker 1: all mine inner heart wakens and thrills with a new
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  Speaker 1: and a glad, and a sweet delight, and a scent
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  Speaker 1: of the infinite, out of sight of the great unknown
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  Speaker 1: that we may not know, but only feel with an
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  Speaker 1: inward glow. When into the great glad woods we go, Oh,
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  Speaker 1: life worn brothers, Come with me into the woods hush sanctity,
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  Speaker 1: where the great cool branches are heavy with june, and
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  Speaker 1: the voices of summer are strung in tune. Come with me,
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  Speaker 1: O heart, outworn, O spirit, whom life's brute struggles have torn,
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  Speaker 1: Come tired and broken and wounded feet. Where the walls
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  Speaker 1: are greening, the flowers are sweet, the roofs are breathing,
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  Speaker 1: and Heaven's airs meet. Come wash Earth's grievings from out
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  Speaker 1: of the face, the tear and the sneer in the
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  Speaker 1: warfare's trace. Come where the bells of the forest are ringing.
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  Speaker 1: Come where the oriole's nest is swinging, Where the brooks
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  Speaker 1: are foaming in amber pools. The mornings are still, and
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  Speaker 1: the noonday cools cast off earth sorrows. And know what
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  Speaker 1: I know when in to the glad deep woods I go,
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  Speaker 1: and a poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: An August reverie by William Wilfrid Campbell, read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 1: dot org by Nemo. An August reverie. There is an
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  Speaker 1: autumn sense subdues the air. Though it is August in
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  Speaker 1: the season, still a part of summer in the woodlands,
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  Speaker 1: fair I hear it in the humming of the mill,
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  Speaker 1: I feel lilid and the rustling of the trees that
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  Speaker 1: scarcely shiver in the passing breeze. 'tis but a touch
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  Speaker 1: of winter ere his time, a presaging of sleep and
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  Speaker 1: icy death. When skies are rich and fields are in
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  Speaker 1: their prime, and heaven in earth commingle in a breath,
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  Speaker 1: when hazy airs are stirred with gossamer wings, and in
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  Speaker 1: shorn fields the shrill cicada sings. So comes the slow
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  Speaker 1: revolving of the year, the glory of nature ripening to decay.
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  Speaker 1: When in those paths by which through loves austere all men,
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  Speaker 1: in beasts and blossoms, find their way by steady easings
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  Speaker 1: of the spirit's dream from sunlight past the pallid starlight's beam.
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  Speaker 1: Nor should the spirit sorrow as a passes, declining slowly
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  Speaker 1: by the heights that came. We are but brothers to
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  Speaker 1: the birds and grasses, and our brief coming and our
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  Speaker 1: end the same. And though we glory godlike in our day,
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  Speaker 1: perchance some kindred law their lives obey. There are a
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  Speaker 1: thousand beauties gathered round the sounds of waters falling over night,
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  Speaker 1: the morning scents that steamed from the fresh ground, the
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  Speaker 1: hair like streaming of the morning light through early mist
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  Speaker 1: and dim wet woods, where brooks chatter half seen down
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  Speaker 1: under mossy nooks. The ragged daisy starring all the fields,
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  Speaker 1: the butter cup of brim with pallid gold. The thistle
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  Speaker 1: and burr flowers hedged were prickly shields. All common weeds,
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  Speaker 1: the draggled pastures hold with shriveled pods and leaves are
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  Speaker 1: kin to me, like airs of Earth and her maturity.
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  Speaker 1: They speak a silent speech that is their own, these
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  Speaker 1: wise and gentle teachers of the grass. And when their
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  Speaker 1: brief and common days are flown, a certain beauty from
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  Speaker 1: the year doth pass, a beauty of whose light no
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  Speaker 1: I can tell, save that it went, and my heart
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  Speaker 1: knew it well. I may not know each plant as
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  Speaker 1: some men know them, as children gather beasts and birds
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  Speaker 1: to tame. But I went mid them as the winds
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  Speaker 1: that blow them from childhood's hour, and loved without a name.
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  Speaker 1: There is more of beauty in a field of weeds
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  Speaker 1: than in all blooms. The hothouse garden breeds, for they
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  Speaker 1: are nature's children in their faces I see that sweet
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  Speaker 1: obedience to the sky that marks these dwellers of the
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  Speaker 1: wilding places, who, with the season's being, live and die
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  Speaker 1: knowing no love but of the wind and sun, who
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  Speaker 1: still are natures when their life is done. They are
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  Speaker 1: a part of all the haze filled hours, the happy,
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  Speaker 1: happy world, all drenched with light, the far off chiming
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  Speaker 1: click clack of the mowers, and yon blue hills whose
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  Speaker 1: mist elude my sight, and they to me will ever
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  Speaker 1: bring in dreams, far misclad heights and brimming rain fed streams.
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  Speaker 1: In this dream, august Air, whose ripened leaf, pausing before
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  Speaker 1: it puts death's glowries on, deepens its green, and the
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  Speaker 1: half garnered sheaf gladdens the haze filled sunlight. Love hath
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  Speaker 1: gone beyond the material, trembling like a star to those
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  Speaker 1: sure heights where all thoughts, glories are, and thought that
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  Speaker 1: is the greatness of this earth. In man's most inmost
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  Speaker 1: being soars and sores beyond the eyes, horizon's utmost girth
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  Speaker 1: garners all beauty on all mystery pores like some ethereal fountain,
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  Speaker 1: in its flow, finds heavens where the senses may not go.
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  Speaker 1: And a poem This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: In the spring Fields by William Wilfrid amble red Fullybrivox
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  Speaker 6: dot org by Tabarish, There dwells a spirit in the
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  Speaker 6: budding year, as motherhood doth beautify the face that even
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  Speaker 6: lends these barren leaves a grace and fills gray hours
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  Speaker 6: with beauty that were drear and bleak when the loud,
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  Speaker 6: storming march was here a glamour that the thrilled heart
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  Speaker 6: dimly traces in swelling boughs and soft wet, windy spaces
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  Speaker 6: and sunlands where the chattering birds make cheer. I thread
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  Speaker 6: the uplands, where the wind's footfalls, stir leaves, in gusty hollows,
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  Speaker 6: autumn's urns, see what the river's shining breast expands. High
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  Speaker 6: in the windy pines, alone crow calls, and far below
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  Speaker 6: some patient plowman turns his great black furrow over steaming lends.
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  Speaker 6: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: The Dryad by William Wilfrid Campbell read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 3: org by Chris Bars The Dryad her soul was sown
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  Speaker 3: with the seed of the tree of Old, when the
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  Speaker 3: earth was young and glad with the light of its majesty.
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  Speaker 3: The light of her beautiful being upgrew, and the winds
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  Speaker 3: that swept over land and sea, and like a harper
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  Speaker 3: the great boughs strung whispered her all things new. The
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  Speaker 3: tree reached forth to the sun and the wind, and
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  Speaker 3: towered to heaven above. But she was the soul that,
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  Speaker 3: under its rind whispered its joy through the whole wood span,
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  Speaker 3: sweet and glad and tender and kind. For her love
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  Speaker 3: for the tree was a holier love than the love
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  Speaker 3: of woman for man. The seasons came and the seasons went,
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  Speaker 3: and the woodland music rang, and under her wide umbrageous tent,
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  Speaker 3: hidden forever from mortal eye, she sang Earth's beauty and wonderment.
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  Speaker 3: But men never knew the spirit that sang this music,
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  Speaker 3: too wondrous to die. Only Nature, forever young, and her children,
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  Speaker 3: forever true, knew the beauty of her who sung, and
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  Speaker 3: her tender glad love for the tree. Till on her
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  Speaker 3: music the wild hawk hung from his eerie high in
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  Speaker 3: the blue to drink her melody free, and the creatures
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  Speaker 3: of Earth would creep from their haunts to stare with
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  Speaker 3: their wilding eyes to hearken those rhythms of Earth's romance
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  Speaker 3: that never the ear of mortal hath heard, till the
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  Speaker 3: elfin squirrels would caper and dance, and the hedgehog's sleepy
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  Speaker 3: and shy surprise would grow to the thought of a bird.
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  Speaker 3: And the pale wood flowers from their cradles of dew,
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  Speaker 3: where they rocked them the whole night long, while the
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  Speaker 3: dark wheeled round, and the stars looked through into the
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  Speaker 3: great wood's slumbrous breast, till the gray of the night,
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  Speaker 3: like a mist of blue, hearkened the piercing joy of
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  Speaker 3: her song that sank like a star in their rest.
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  Speaker 3: But all things come to an end at last, when
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  Speaker 3: the wings of being are furled and their blue. One night,
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  Speaker 3: a maddening blast from those wastes where ships dismantle and drown,
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  Speaker 3: that ravage the forest, and thundered past, and in the
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  Speaker 3: wreck of that ruined world, the dryad's tree went down,
• 29:26
  Speaker 3: when the pale stars dimmed their tapers of gold, and
• 29:30
  Speaker 3: over the nights round rim the day rose sullen and
• 29:35
  Speaker 3: ragged and cold, over that wind swept, desolate wild, where
• 29:43
  Speaker 3: the huge trunks lay like giants of old, prone, slain
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  Speaker 3: on some battlefield, silent and grim. The wood creatures, curious, mild,
• 29:59
  Speaker 3: searching their her solitudes, found her there like a snow drift,
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  Speaker 3: out in the morn, one lily arm round the beech
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  Speaker 3: trunk bear, one curved cold under her elfin head, with
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  Speaker 3: the beechen shine in her nut brown hair, and the
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  Speaker 3: pallor of dawn on her face. Lovelorn, beautiful, passionless dead.
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  Speaker 3: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Pennel by William Wilfrid Campbell, read for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 5: by Elizabeth Parsons. In a place of the mountains of Edom,
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  Speaker 5: and a waste of the midnight shore, when the evil
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  Speaker 5: winds of the desolate hills beat with an iron roar,
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  Speaker 5: with the pitiless black of the desert behind, and the
• 30:58
  Speaker 5: wrath of a brother before, in a place of the
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  Speaker 5: ancient mountains and the time of the midnight dead, were
• 31:05
  Speaker 5: the great white skies of his father's land loomed vastly overhead. Jacob,
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  Speaker 5: the sun of the ancient of days, stood out alone
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  Speaker 5: with his dread. And there in that place of darkness,
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  Speaker 5: when the murk of the night grew dim under the
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  Speaker 5: wide roof tree of the world. An unknown stood with him,
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  Speaker 5: whether a devil or angel of God, with presence hidden
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  Speaker 5: and grim, and spake thou son of Isaac, on mountain
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  Speaker 5: and stream and tree and this wide ruined world of night,
• 31:40
  Speaker 5: take thy last look with me, For out of the
• 31:42
  Speaker 5: darkness have I come to die? Or conquer thee? Then
• 31:47
  Speaker 5: Jacob made stern answer, until thy face I see, Though
• 31:52
  Speaker 5: I strive with life or wrestle with death, Yet will
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  Speaker 5: I strive with THEE? For better it were to die
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  Speaker 5: this hour? Then from thy fate to flee, YEA, speak
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  Speaker 5: thy name or show thy face? Else shall I conquer
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  Speaker 5: thy will? But the other closed with an iron shock,
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  Speaker 5: till it seemed the stars so still with the lonely night.
• 32:16
  Speaker 5: In a wheeling mist went round by river and hill,
• 32:20
  Speaker 5: and Jacob strove as the dying strive in the woe
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  Speaker 5: of that awful place. Yea, he fought with the desperate
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  Speaker 5: soul of one who fights in evil case. And he
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  Speaker 5: called aloud in the pauses, dread, O give me sight
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  Speaker 5: of thy face. YEA, speak thy name? What art thou
• 32:40
  Speaker 5: spirit or man or devil or God? YEA, speak thy name?
• 32:45
  Speaker 5: But no voice came from heaven or deep or sod,
• 32:49
  Speaker 5: and the spirit of Jacob clave to his flesh as
• 32:52
  Speaker 5: the dews in a dried up clod. Then they racked
• 32:56
  Speaker 5: and swayed, as autumn storms do rock the cent trees.
• 33:01
  Speaker 5: Yea swayed and rocked that others strove and drave him
• 33:05
  Speaker 5: to his knees. And Jacob felt the wide world's gleam,
• 33:09
  Speaker 5: and the roar of the unknown sease, like to a
• 33:12
  Speaker 5: mighty storm, it seemed there thundered in his ears. Then
• 33:16
  Speaker 5: a mighty rushing water teemed like brooks of human tears,
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  Speaker 5: and opened the channels of his spent heart and washed
• 33:25
  Speaker 5: away his fears. And he rose with the last despairing
• 33:29
  Speaker 5: strength of life's tenacity, and he swore by the blood
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  Speaker 5: of man in him, and God's eternity tis my life,
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  Speaker 5: my very soul. He wants that he shall not have
• 33:41
  Speaker 5: of me. Then his heart grew strong, and he felt
• 33:45
  Speaker 5: the earth grow iron beneath his feet, and he drank
• 33:50
  Speaker 5: the bomy airs of night like rose blooms, rare and sweet,
• 33:54
  Speaker 5: and his soul rose up as a welling brook his
• 33:57
  Speaker 5: life or death to meet, and he spake to that
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  Speaker 5: unknown enemy. There By yon white stars I vow that
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  Speaker 5: be thou, devil or angel or man, thou canst not
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  Speaker 5: conquer me now, for I feel new lease of life
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  Speaker 5: and strength in this sweat that beats my brow. They
• 34:16
  Speaker 5: lock'd once more. The stars, it seem'd, went round and
• 34:20
  Speaker 5: dances dim where the great white watchers over each hill
• 34:24
  Speaker 5: with the black night seemed to swim. But Jacob knew
• 34:28
  Speaker 5: his enemy now could never more conquer him. Yea, still,
• 34:32
  Speaker 5: with grip of death, they strove in iron might until
• 34:37
  Speaker 5: planet by planet, the great stars dropped down over the
• 34:40
  Speaker 5: westward hill, and Jacob stood like one who stands in
• 34:45
  Speaker 5: the strength of a mighty will. Then, at that late
• 34:49
  Speaker 5: last midnight hour, when the little birds rejoice and out
• 34:53
  Speaker 5: of the lands of sleep, life looms with the rustle
• 34:56
  Speaker 5: of day's anoise, that other spake as one whose speaks
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  Speaker 5: with a sad, despairing voice, and cried aloud, I have
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  Speaker 5: met my fate. Loosen and let me go, for I
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  Speaker 5: have striven with thee in vain till my heart is water.
• 35:13
  Speaker 5: And woe nay, nay, cried Jacob. We strive, we twain
• 35:18
  Speaker 5: till the mists of dawning blow. Then spake that other.
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  Speaker 5: I hate thee, not my spirit is spent alas thou
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  Speaker 5: art a very lion of men, Release and let me pass,
• 35:30
  Speaker 5: For thou hast my heart and sinews ground as ocean
• 35:34
  Speaker 5: grinds as grass. Then answer Jacob, nay, nay, thou liar,
• 35:40
  Speaker 5: this is the lack of death for THEE or me.
• 35:43
  Speaker 5: It must be thus the will of my being, saith thou,
• 35:47
  Speaker 5: man or devil. I hold THEE here unto thy latest breath,
• 35:52
  Speaker 5: for I do feel in THEE, I hold my life's
• 35:56
  Speaker 5: supremest hour. I would as lief let all life slip
• 36:00
  Speaker 5: as THEE from out of my power, until I gaze
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  Speaker 5: on thy hid face and read my spirit's dower. Yea
• 36:08
  Speaker 5: show thy face, or who thou art, or man, or
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  Speaker 5: angel or fiend? I rend thy being fold from fold,
• 36:16
  Speaker 5: and scatter THEE to the wind. Then they twain rocked
• 36:20
  Speaker 5: as passions rock when madness recks the mind. For each
• 36:25
  Speaker 5: now knew this was the end, and one of them
• 36:28
  Speaker 5: must die. Then Jacob heaved a mighty breath with a
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  Speaker 5: last great sobbing cry, and gripped that other in a
• 36:35
  Speaker 5: grip like the grip of those who die, For he
• 36:39
  Speaker 5: felt once more his spirit faint and his strong knees
• 36:42
  Speaker 5: quake beneath, and it seemed the mountains flamed all read
• 36:47
  Speaker 5: at the coming of his breath, and he prayed, if
• 36:50
  Speaker 5: he were conquered now, that this might be his death.
• 36:54
  Speaker 5: The tight grip eased, the huge form slipped back earthward
• 36:59
  Speaker 5: with a mom and Jacob stood there neath the dawn
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  Speaker 5: like one new changed to stone. For in the face
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  Speaker 5: of the prone man there he read his very own,
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  Speaker 5: not as man sees, who reads his fellows in the
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  Speaker 5: dim crowds that pass, nor as a soul may know
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  Speaker 5: himself who looks within a glass, but as God sees,
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  Speaker 5: who kneads the clay and parts it from the mass.
• 37:27
  Speaker 5: And over his head the great day rose and gloried
• 37:31
  Speaker 5: leaf and wing, and the little boughs began to tremble,
• 37:35
  Speaker 5: and the little birds to sing. But on his face
• 37:39
  Speaker 5: there shone a strength like the power of a new
• 37:42
  Speaker 5: crowned king, and a poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 5: public domain.
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  Speaker 7: After Glow by Campbell read were labor Boks read by
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  Speaker 7: Stacy Simon, After the Clinger of battle. There comes a
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  Speaker 7: moment of rest, and the simple hopes, and the simple
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  Speaker 7: joys and the simple thoughts are best after the victor's pain,
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  Speaker 7: after the thunder of gun, there comes a law that
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  Speaker 7: must come to all before the set of the sun.
• 38:21
  Speaker 7: Then what is the happiest memory? Is it the foe's defeat?
• 38:26
  Speaker 7: Is it the splendid praise of a world that thunders
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  Speaker 7: by at your feet? Nay, nay to the life, warns spirit.
• 38:34
  Speaker 7: The happiest thoughts are those that carry us back to
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  Speaker 7: the simple joys and the sweetness of life's repose. A
• 38:41
  Speaker 7: simple love and a simple trust, and a simple duty
• 38:44
  Speaker 7: done are a truer tortures to light to death than
• 38:49
  Speaker 7: a whole world's Victory's one end of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 7: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: The Tree of Truth by William Wilfrid Campbell read for
• 39:04
  Speaker 1: LibriVox Dottterworg by Nemo. The Tree of Truth There grows
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  Speaker 1: a mighty centry tree. Its roots athort the world. Its
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  Speaker 1: branch as wide as Earth's wide girth by thousand dews, impearled.
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  Speaker 1: Its top is hoary. Its wide boughs reach out to Heaven.
• 39:26
  Speaker 1: Above its roots are knowledge and its sap, the yearning
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  Speaker 1: heart of love. Men hack its branches, curb its roots
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  Speaker 1: to trim it to their ken or hide its green
• 39:40
  Speaker 1: and poisonous vines from evil's grimace. Fen But evermore, while
• 39:45
  Speaker 1: ages wane and centuries rise and die through dark, through light,
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  Speaker 1: through good and ill, its SAPs, the years defy for
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  Speaker 1: deeper in the heart of things, and older far than time.
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  Speaker 1: Its roots are fixed in those sure deeps from which
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  Speaker 1: the centuries climb. Ages ago, its girth was great, its boughs,
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  Speaker 1: or Earth's wide lands, All peoples gathered neath its glades
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  Speaker 1: where now old ruins stands. But form and custom staled
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  Speaker 1: its green and curbed it into bounds of pruning hooks
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  Speaker 1: and greedy walls that hemmed its sacred rounds, and vast
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  Speaker 1: and wide where once to all its radiant leaves were free.
• 40:35
  Speaker 1: Far peoples paid with Earth's red gold its sacred home
• 40:39
  Speaker 1: to see, and summer by summer yea year by year,
• 40:45
  Speaker 1: still lower shrank its head till shallow deceit, and life's
• 40:49
  Speaker 1: despair declared its heart was dead. Then men cried, we
• 40:55
  Speaker 1: will hew it down and build from out its wood
• 40:59
  Speaker 1: a temple rare, wherein to teach us memory of its good,
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  Speaker 1: and neath its shelter we will keep to hold the
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  Speaker 1: age's youth, those holy dreams our fathers drew from out
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  Speaker 1: the tree of truth. They hacked and hued, they sawed
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  Speaker 1: and planed. They lopped its branches wide, till shorn and bare.
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  Speaker 1: The old tree stood to every wind and tide, and
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  Speaker 1: round its scathe and ruined trunk. Whence life has fled
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  Speaker 1: aloof they built a temple, carved and arched from floor
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  Speaker 1: to groined roof, and reared a shrine where art was
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  Speaker 1: all the end of human pain, till a sprout shot
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  Speaker 1: forth from the old tree's trunk and burst its walls.
• 41:51
  Speaker 1: A maine, a sturdy, wayward wilden growth that mocked their
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  Speaker 1: maimed dream of life and truth in legend, carved, ungroined,
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  Speaker 1: arch and beam men stood amazed. The teachers cried, behold
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  Speaker 1: the curse of earth. Its life must die o'er all
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  Speaker 1: our words are, But is nothing worth nay, nay, cried others.
• 42:20
  Speaker 1: But let it stand perchance a miracle. Then straight about
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  Speaker 1: its burgeoning boughs, old, bloody battles fell, wild clamor and
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  Speaker 1: clash of fiery arms, the old against the new, mad
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  Speaker 1: host arrayed with bannern blade, where war's wild trumpets blew.
• 42:43
  Speaker 1: But as they strove by gates of blood with glad,
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  Speaker 1: unconscious youth, higher and wider skyward climbed the newer Tree
• 42:52
  Speaker 1: of Truth and blithe within its boughs their nests the
• 42:57
  Speaker 1: birds of Heaven made while at its foot mid Earth's
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  Speaker 1: old ruins, the happy children played in form and cant
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  Speaker 1: were swept away, while under its dream sublime men drank
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  Speaker 1: anew neath Heaven's arch from nature for a time yea
• 43:17
  Speaker 1: still it spreads at its ants, vast through peace and
• 43:21
  Speaker 1: clash of arms and blossoms, brave and blithe and free
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  Speaker 1: o'er all Earth, Shrunk alarms and still men battle to
• 43:30
  Speaker 1: destroy the living for the dead, old, ruined, shrunk of
• 43:34
  Speaker 1: that witch towers its glories overhead and strive for Art's
• 43:39
  Speaker 1: distorted ways. While from Earth's heart of youth, higher and
• 43:45
  Speaker 1: wider heaven words spreads the ancient Tree of Truth and
• 43:52
  Speaker 1: a poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 8: Glory of the Dying Day by William Wilfred Campbell, red
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  Speaker 8: for LibriVox dot Com by Stacy Trottier on July twenty second,
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  Speaker 8: twenty seventeen, in Salona Beach, California, OH. Glory of the
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  Speaker 8: Dying Day that into darkness fades away, Oh violet splendor
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  Speaker 8: melting down by river bend, o'er tower in town. Oh
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  Speaker 8: glory of the dying day that into darkness fades away,
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  Speaker 8: Oh splendor of the gates of night, Oh majesty of
• 44:29
  Speaker 8: dying light, that all a molten glory glows till purple
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  Speaker 8: crimson fades to rose, and dying melting outward goes in
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  Speaker 8: ashes on the evens rim when all the world grows
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  Speaker 8: faint and dim. O' silvern sound of far off bells ringing,
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  Speaker 8: ringing miles away over river fields and fells round the
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  Speaker 8: crimson and the gray peeling softly evening out, as the
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  Speaker 8: dewy dusk comes down, and the great night folds about
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  Speaker 8: river woodlands, hills town, Oh glory of the fading hills,
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  Speaker 8: splendor of the river's breast, Oh silence that the whole
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  Speaker 8: world fills, sanctity of peaceful rest, alien from the care
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  Speaker 8: of day. Now a petalled star piece n Now night's
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  Speaker 8: choruses begin musical and far away, O glory of the
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  Speaker 8: dying day. When my life's evening fades away, May it
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  Speaker 8: and splendid peace go down like yours o'er river bend
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  Speaker 8: in town, not into silence, blind and stark, not into wintry,
• 45:31
  Speaker 8: muffled dark, but heralded by star's divine may my life's
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  Speaker 8: latest evening ray melt into such a night as thine.
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  Speaker 8: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: September in the Laurentian Hills by William Wilfred Campbell readfullybrivokes
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  Speaker 6: dot Org by Tavarsh already wind in his somber round,
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  Speaker 6: before his time hath touched the heels or stair with
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  Speaker 6: lonely flame last night without a sound. The ghostly frost
• 46:13
  Speaker 6: walked out by wood and mare. And now the sumac
• 46:17
  Speaker 6: curls his front of fire. The aspen tree reluctant drops
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  Speaker 6: his gold, and down the gullies. The North's wild vibrant
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  Speaker 6: lyre rouses the bitter armies of the cold o'er this
• 46:33
  Speaker 6: short afternoon. The night draws down with ominous churl across
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  Speaker 6: the region's bleak wind beaten gold. The sunset fades around
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  Speaker 6: the purple loneliness of crag and peak, leaving the world
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  Speaker 6: an iron house wherein nor love, nor life, nor hope
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  Speaker 6: hath ever been. And of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 6: the public domain.
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  Speaker 9: Lazarus by William Wilfrid Campbell, read for Librevox dot Org
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  Speaker 9: by Larry Wilson, Oh Father Abram, I can never rest
• 47:17
  Speaker 9: here in thy bosom, in the whitest heaven, where love
• 47:22
  Speaker 9: blooms on through days without an even for up through
• 47:26
  Speaker 9: all the Paradise's seven, there comes a cry from some
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  Speaker 9: fierce anguished breast, A cry that comes from out of
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  Speaker 9: Hell's dark night, A piercing cry of one in agony
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  Speaker 9: that reaches me here in heaven white and high, A
• 47:42
  Speaker 9: call of anguish that death never die, like dream waked
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  Speaker 9: infant wailing for the light, Oh Father Abram. Heaven is
• 47:52
  Speaker 9: love and peace, and God is good, Eternity is rest.
• 47:58
  Speaker 9: Sweet would it be to lie upon thine breast and
• 48:01
  Speaker 9: know no thought but loving to be blessed? Save for
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  Speaker 9: that cry that never more will cease. It comes to
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  Speaker 9: me above the angel liars, the chanting praises of the Cherubim.
• 48:14
  Speaker 9: It comes between my upward gaze and him all blessed Christ.
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  Speaker 9: A voice from the vague din Holazars, come and ease
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  Speaker 9: me of these fires, Olazars I have called thee all
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  Speaker 9: these years, it is so long for me to reach
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  Speaker 9: to thee across the ages of this mighty sea, the
• 48:40
  Speaker 9: little dark, dense like eternity, which I have bridged by anguish,
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  Speaker 9: to prayers and tears, which I have bridged by knowledge
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  Speaker 9: of God's love that even penetrates this anguished glare, a
• 48:57
  Speaker 9: gleaming ray, yet tremulous, star built stair, a road by
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  Speaker 9: which love hungered souls may fare past hate and doubt
• 49:07
  Speaker 9: to Heaven and God above. So calleth it ever upward
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  Speaker 9: unto me. It creepeth in through Heaven's golden doors. It
• 49:16
  Speaker 9: echoes all along the sapphire floors, like smoke of sacrifice.
• 49:21
  Speaker 9: It soars and soars, It fills the vastness of eternity,
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  Speaker 9: until my sense of love is waned and dimmed.
• 49:29
  Speaker 4: The music round.
• 49:30
  Speaker 9: Its spheres do clash and jar. No more those spirit
• 49:34
  Speaker 9: calls from star to star, those harmonies that float in
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  Speaker 9: melt afar, those belts of light by which all heaven
• 49:41
  Speaker 9: is remmed. No more I hear the beat of heavenly wings,
• 49:46
  Speaker 9: the serf chanting in my rest tuned ear. I only
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  Speaker 9: know a cry, a prayer, a tear that rises from
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  Speaker 9: the depths up to me. Here, a soul that to
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  Speaker 9: me suppliant leans and clear, Oh Father Abram, thou must
• 50:04
  Speaker 9: bid me go into the spaces of the deep abyss,
• 50:09
  Speaker 9: where far from us and our God given bliss, do
• 50:12
  Speaker 9: dwell those souls that have done christ amiss. For through
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  Speaker 9: my rest I hear that upward woe. I hear it
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  Speaker 9: crying through the heavenly night. When Curvid hung in space,
• 50:24
  Speaker 9: the million moons lean planetward, and infinite space attunes itself
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  Speaker 9: to silence, as from drear gray dones, a cry has
• 50:34
  Speaker 9: heard along the shattering light of wild dusk bird. A sad,
• 50:40
  Speaker 9: heart curdling cry so comes to me that call. From
• 50:43
  Speaker 9: out Hell's coasts, I see an infinite shore with gaping ghosts.
• 50:49
  Speaker 9: This is no heaven with all its shining hosts. This
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  Speaker 9: is no heaven until that Hell doth die.
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  Speaker 4: So spake the soul of Lazarus.
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  Speaker 9: And from thence, like new fledged bird, from its sun
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  Speaker 9: jeweled nest, drunk with the music of the young gear's quest,
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  Speaker 9: he sank out into Heaven's gloried breast spaceward, turned toward darkness,
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  Speaker 9: dim immense hellward, he moved like a radiant star, shot
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  Speaker 9: out from Heaven's blue with rain of gold at even
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  Speaker 9: when Orion's train and that mysterious seven move on in
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  Speaker 9: mystic range from Heaven to Heaven. Hellward he sank, followed
• 51:32
  Speaker 9: by radiant route. The liquid floor of Heaven bore him
• 51:36
  Speaker 9: up with unseen arms, as in his feathery flight. He
• 51:40
  Speaker 9: floated down toward the infinite night. And each way downward,
• 51:45
  Speaker 9: on the left and right, he saw each moon of
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  Speaker 9: Heaven like a cup of liquid, misty fire that shone
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  Speaker 9: afar from sentinel towers of Heaven's battlements. But onward, winged
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  Speaker 9: by Love's desire, intense and sank, space swallowed into the immense,
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  Speaker 9: while with him ever widened Heaven's bar tis ages now
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  Speaker 9: long gone since he went out, Christ urged Love, driven
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  Speaker 9: across the jasper walls. But hellward still he ever floats
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  Speaker 9: and falls, and ever nearer come those anguished calls, and
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  Speaker 9: far behind he hears a glorious shot in the poem.
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  Speaker 9: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 10: The Mother by William Wilford Campbell right for Liverrivox dot Org.
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  Speaker 10: It was April, blossoming spring. They buried me when the
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  Speaker 10: birds did sing, Earth and clamming wedging, Earth did bank
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  Speaker 10: my bed with the black damper, under the dump and
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  Speaker 10: under the mauld, I kenned. My breasts were claming and
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  Speaker 10: cord out from red beams slanting and bright. I canned,
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  Speaker 10: My cheeks were sunken and white. I was a dream,
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  Speaker 10: and the world was a dream. And yet I canned
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  Speaker 10: all things that seem I was a dream and the
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  Speaker 10: world was a dream. But you cannot bury a red sunbeam.
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  Speaker 10: For though in the undergrave doom night I lay all
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  Speaker 10: silent and sark and white, yet over my head I
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  Speaker 10: seemed to know the murmurous moods of the wind and snow,
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  Speaker 10: the snows that wasted, the wind that blew, the rays
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  Speaker 10: that slanted, the clouds that drew the water goes up
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  Speaker 10: from lakes below, and the little flowers saws in the
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  Speaker 10: earth that grow under earth. In the gray dark night,
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  Speaker 10: I felt the star and the moon's fair light. I
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  Speaker 10: felt the winds of ocean and land that whispers, the
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  Speaker 10: blossoms soft and bland. Though they had buried me dark
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  Speaker 10: and low, my soul with the seasons, seemed to grow
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  Speaker 10: from throes of pain. They buried me low from death
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  Speaker 10: had finished, and mothers were but under the sod in
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  Speaker 10: the gray striped doom. I dreamed of my baby in
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  Speaker 10: glimmer and gloom. I dreamed of my baby, and I
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  Speaker 10: can that his rest was broken and wailing on my
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  Speaker 10: dead breast. I dreamed that a rose leaf hand did cling. Oh,
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  Speaker 10: you cannot bury a mother in spring, when the winds
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  Speaker 10: are soft and the blossoms are red. She could not
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  Speaker 10: sleep in a corel earth bed. I dreamed of my
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  Speaker 10: baby for a day and night, and then I rose
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  Speaker 10: in my grave, clothes white. I rose like a flower
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  Speaker 10: from my damp earth bed to the whirls of summering overhead.
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  Speaker 10: Men would have called me a thing of harm, but
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  Speaker 10: dreams of my baby made me rosy and warm. I
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  Speaker 10: felt my breasts swell under my shroud. No starns show white,
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  Speaker 10: No winds were loud. But I stole me past the
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  Speaker 10: graveyard wall, with the voice of my baby saying to quaw,
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  Speaker 10: and I can't leave a voice, though my lips were dumb, Hush, baby, hush,
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  Speaker 10: for mother is come. I passed the streets to my
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  Speaker 10: husband's home. The chamber says in a dream, I clum
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  Speaker 10: I heard the sound of each sleeper's breath. Light waves
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  Speaker 10: that brake on the shores of death. I listened a
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  Speaker 10: space and my clam chamber door then stall like moonray
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  Speaker 10: over its floor. My baby was asleep on the stranger arms.
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  Speaker 10: Oh baby, my baby, The grave is so warm, though dark,
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  Speaker 10: and so deep. From Mother is there. Oh, come with
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  Speaker 10: me from the painn't care. Oh, come with me from
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  Speaker 10: the anguish of Earth, where the bed is banked with
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  Speaker 10: the blossoming earth. But the pillow is soft and the
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  Speaker 10: rest is long, and Mother will crean you a slumber song,
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  Speaker 10: a slumber song that would charm your eyes to a
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  Speaker 10: sleep that never on earth. Song lies the loves of Earth.
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  Speaker 10: Your being can't spare. But never the grave, For Mother
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  Speaker 10: is there, and nustled himselft to my throbbing breast, and
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  Speaker 10: I stole me back to my long, long rest, And
• 56:49
  Speaker 10: there I lie with him under the star, dead to Earth,
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  Speaker 10: its peace and its walls, dead to its hates, its hopes,
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  Speaker 10: its arms, so long as a cradle up soft in
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  Speaker 10: my arms. And heavens may open its shimmering doors, and
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  Speaker 10: saints make music and pearly falls, and hell me yarn
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  Speaker 10: to its infinite sea. But they never can take my
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  Speaker 10: baby from me, For so much a part of my
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  Speaker 10: soul he hath grown that God doth know of its
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  Speaker 10: high on his throne, and here I lie with him
• 57:31
  Speaker 10: under the flowers. The sun winds rock through the billoward
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  Speaker 10: hours with the night as that steer from the murmuring sea,
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  Speaker 10: bringing sweat, blood beasts to my baby and me and
• 57:48
  Speaker 10: of Baum. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Dusk I w. Wilfrid Campbell read for liver Box dot Org,
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  Speaker 2: read by Bee G. Gruff on July eleventh, two thousand seventeen.
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  Speaker 2: Down by the shore, the even when the waves lap
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  Speaker 2: lightly on the reedy rems and soft one trembling star,
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  Speaker 2: a blossom flames aloft where the sunk sun, the western
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  Speaker 2: haven laves with the lowest tide of day. The tired
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  Speaker 2: world craves for the great night that cometh, brooding in
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  Speaker 2: with drought of healing o'er earth, far Din and blessed
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  Speaker 2: rest that recreates and saves far in the breathing woods.
• 58:41
  Speaker 2: The whip poor will reiterates his plaintive note, and hark.
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  Speaker 2: A dusky night hawk whirls athwart the dark, haunting the shadows,
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  Speaker 2: till in silver swoon, haunted by her own spirit, strange
• 58:58
  Speaker 2: and still over the water, comes the wane White Moon,
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  Speaker 2: and their poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: The Last Prayer by William Wilfrid Campbell read for Libervox
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  Speaker 4: dot Org by Marcel D. Ward Thesoul expands dot com.
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  Speaker 4: Master of Life, the day is done, My son of
• 59:30
  Speaker 4: life is sinking low. I watched the hours slip one
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  Speaker 4: by one, and hark the night wind and the snow.
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  Speaker 4: And must thou shut the morning out and dim the
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  Speaker 4: eye that love to see silence the melody en route
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  Speaker 4: and sealed the joys of earth for me? And must
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  Speaker 4: thou banish all the hope the large horizons eagle swim,
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  Speaker 4: the splendor of the far off slope that ran about
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  Speaker 4: the world's great re that rose with morning's chrisms and rays,
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  Speaker 4: and grew to noonday's gloried dome, melting to even's purple haze,
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  Speaker 4: when all the hopes of Earth went home. Yea master
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  Speaker 4: of this ruined house. The mortgage close out runs, the
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  Speaker 4: lease long since is hushed, the gay cross, And now
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  Speaker 4: the window lights must cease, the doors all barred, the
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  Speaker 4: shutters up, dismantled, empty wall and floor. And now for
• 1:00:34
  Speaker 4: one grim eve to sup with death. The bailiff at
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  Speaker 4: the door. Yea, I will take the gloomwood road, where
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  Speaker 4: fast the arctic nights set in, to reach the bourn
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  Speaker 4: of that abode which thou hast kept for all my
• 1:00:49
  Speaker 4: can and all life's splendid joys. Forego walled in with
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  Speaker 4: night and senseless stone, if at the last my heart
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  Speaker 4: might know through all the dark one joy alone. Yea,
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  Speaker 4: thou mayst quench the latest spark of life's weary day's expectancy.
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  Speaker 4: Roll down the thunders of the dark, and close the
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  Speaker 4: light of life for me. Molt all the splinding blue above,
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  Speaker 4: and let these magic wonders die, if thou wilt only
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  Speaker 4: leave me love and Love's heart brother memory, Though all
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  Speaker 4: the hopes of every race crumbled in one red crucible
• 1:01:31
  Speaker 4: and melted, mingled into space, Yet Master thou wert merciful
• 1:01:41
  Speaker 4: in the poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Pan The Fallen by William Wilfred Campbell read forlibrivox dot
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  Speaker 1: Org by Nima Pan The Fallen. He wandered into the
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  Speaker 1: market with pipes and goatish hoof. He wandered in a
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  Speaker 1: grotesque shape, and no one stood aloof for the children
• 1:02:14
  Speaker 1: crowded around him, the wives and graybeards too, to crack
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  Speaker 1: their jokes and have their mirth, and see what pan
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  Speaker 1: would do. The pan he was, they knew him part man,
• 1:02:27
  Speaker 1: but mostly beast, who drank and lied and snatched what
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  Speaker 1: bones men threw him from their feast, who seemed in sin,
• 1:02:36
  Speaker 1: so merry, so careless in his woe, that men despise
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  Speaker 1: scarce pitied him, and still would have it. So he
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  Speaker 1: swelled his pipes and thrilled them, and drew the silent
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  Speaker 1: tear He made the gravest clack with mirth by his
• 1:02:54
  Speaker 1: sardonic leer. He blew his pipes full sweetly at their
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  Speaker 1: used demands, and caught the scornful earth flung pence that
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  Speaker 1: fell from careless hands. He saw the mob's derision and
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  Speaker 1: took it kindly to And when an epithet was flung,
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  Speaker 1: a coarser back he threw. But under all the masking
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  Speaker 1: of a brute unseemly part, I looked and saw a
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  Speaker 1: wounded soul and a godlike breaking heart, and back of
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  Speaker 1: the Elfin music, the burlesque clownish play, I knew a
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  Speaker 1: wail that the weird pipes made a look that was
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  Speaker 1: far away, a gaze into some far heaven, whence a
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  Speaker 1: soul had fallen down. But the mob only saw the
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  Speaker 1: grotesque beast in the antics of the clown purscant flung pence.
• 1:03:55
  Speaker 1: He paid them with mirth and an elfin play, till
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  Speaker 1: tired for a time of his antics queer, they passed
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  Speaker 1: and went their way. Than there in the empty market,
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  Speaker 1: he ate his scanty crust, and tired face turned to
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  Speaker 1: heaven down. He laid him in the dust, and over
• 1:04:16
  Speaker 1: his wild strange features a softer light there fell, and
• 1:04:21
  Speaker 1: on his worn, earth driven heart a peace ineffable, and
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  Speaker 1: the moon rose over the market. But Pan the beast
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  Speaker 1: was dead. While Pan the God lay silent there with
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  Speaker 1: his strange, distorted head, And the people, when they found him,
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  Speaker 1: stood still with awesome fear. No more they saw the
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  Speaker 1: beast rude hoof the furtive, clownish leer, but the lightest
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  Speaker 1: spirit in that throng, when silent from the place, for
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  Speaker 1: they knew the look of a god released that shone
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  Speaker 1: his dead face and a poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: The Vengeance of Saki by William Wilfrid Campbell, read for
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  Speaker 4: LibriVox dot Org by Marcel d Ward thesoul expands dot
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  Speaker 4: com when the moon is red in the heaven and
• 1:05:27
  Speaker 4: under the night is heard on the winds, the thunder
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  Speaker 4: of shadowy horses. Then out of the night, I arise
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  Speaker 4: and again am a woman, and leaped to the back
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  Speaker 4: of an evansteed that knows me and found him on
• 1:05:44
  Speaker 4: in the wake of hoofs, that thunder, of smoking nostrils
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  Speaker 4: and gleaming eyes and foam flanks that glow and flash
• 1:05:53
  Speaker 4: in the flow of the moonlight. While under the murk
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  Speaker 4: and the moon, out in to the blackness around the
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  Speaker 4: world's edge, with an eerie, mad echoing laughter, leaves the
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  Speaker 4: long cry of the hate of the wild snake woman.
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  Speaker 1: Ha ha.
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  Speaker 4: It is joy for the hearts that we crush as
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  Speaker 4: we thunder. Ho ho, for the hate of the winds
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  Speaker 4: that laughed to my laughter, ha ha. It is well
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  Speaker 4: for the shriekings that pass into silence, as under the night,
• 1:06:32
  Speaker 4: out into the blackness, forever rise the wild hate of Saki,
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  Speaker 4: the mad snake woman. I was a girl of the South,
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  Speaker 4: with eyes as tender and dreamy and soft and true
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  Speaker 4: as the skies of my people. But I was a
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  Speaker 4: slave and an alien captured in battle, and brought to
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  Speaker 4: the north by a people ruder and stronger, who helped
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  Speaker 4: me as no but a toy to be played with
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  Speaker 4: and broken, then thrown aside, like a bow that had
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  Speaker 4: snapped asunder, live and supple my limbs as the sinuous serpent,
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  Speaker 4: and quick as the eye and the tongue of the serpent.
• 1:07:16
  Speaker 4: Mine anger that flashed out the fire of my hate
• 1:07:20
  Speaker 4: on the scorn of my scorners. But hate soon softened
• 1:07:24
  Speaker 4: to love as fire into sunlight when my eyes met
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  Speaker 4: the eyes of the chieftain, my lord and my master.
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  Speaker 4: Sweet as the flowers that bloom on the blossoming prairie
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  Speaker 4: gladder than voices of fountains that dance in the sunlight,
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  Speaker 4: with a new and tremulous fancies that dwelt in my bosom,
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  Speaker 4: For he was my king and my son, and the
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  Speaker 4: power of his glance to me as at springtime, the
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  Speaker 4: returning sun to the landscape, and his touch and the
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  Speaker 4: sound of his voice that set my heart the robbing
• 1:08:08
  Speaker 4: sweet were the days of the summer I dwelt in
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  Speaker 4: his tent, and glad and loving the nights that I
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  Speaker 4: lay on his bosom. But woe whoa whoa to the
• 1:08:20
  Speaker 4: summer that fades into autumn, and war upon woe is
• 1:08:24
  Speaker 4: the love that dwindles and dies. And ere my hot
• 1:08:28
  Speaker 4: heart was a brim with its summer of loving. I
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  Speaker 4: knew that its autumn had come, that his love was another's,
• 1:08:38
  Speaker 4: a blue eyed, haughty captive. They brought from the east
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  Speaker 4: her hair like moving sunlight that rippled and ran with
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  Speaker 4: the golden flow of a brook from her brow to
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  Speaker 4: her girdle. He saw her, He looked on her face,
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  Speaker 4: and I was forgotten, yeay I, and the love that
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  Speaker 4: fed on my soul in his anguish. Ha ha. It
• 1:09:07
  Speaker 4: is joy for the hearts that we crush as we thunder.
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  Speaker 4: Ho for the hate of the wind that laughed to
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  Speaker 4: my laughter. Ah, it is well for the shriekings that
• 1:09:20
  Speaker 4: passed into silence, as under the night, out into the darkness,
• 1:09:24
  Speaker 4: forever rise the wild hate of Ssaki, the mad snake woman.
• 1:09:30
  Speaker 4: I bowed my head with its woe to him and
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  Speaker 4: my anguish. I veiled my face in my hair like
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  Speaker 4: the night of my sorrow, and I play with him
• 1:09:39
  Speaker 4: there by the love that was true, and forgiving, oh,
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  Speaker 4: my Lord, and my love, by the days that are
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  Speaker 4: past of our loving, Oh, slay thy poor Ssaki, but
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  Speaker 4: send her not forth in her anguish. And I fell
• 1:09:57
  Speaker 4: to the earth with my face like the moon hid
• 1:10:00
  Speaker 4: in heaven, in the foes of my hair. But he
• 1:10:03
  Speaker 4: sate there and uttered no answer, And the white woman
• 1:10:08
  Speaker 4: sate there and scorned at the woe of my sorrow.
• 1:10:15
  Speaker 4: Then I bit my tongue through that had prayed for
• 1:10:20
  Speaker 4: the pity of ungiven. And I rose with my hating,
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  Speaker 4: my eyes like the lightning in heaven that leaped red
• 1:10:27
  Speaker 4: to kill the hiss, like the snake that they called me.
• 1:10:33
  Speaker 4: And I looked on them there, and I cursed them,
• 1:10:36
  Speaker 4: the man and the woman, the man whose lips had
• 1:10:40
  Speaker 4: kissed my love into being, and the woman whose beauty
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  Speaker 4: had withered that loved me to ashes with curses so
• 1:10:47
  Speaker 4: dread and so deep, that he rose up and smote
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  Speaker 4: me and hondered me forth like a dog to die
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  Speaker 4: in the desert.
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  Speaker 6: Haha.
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  Speaker 4: It is joy for the hearts that we crushed as
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  Speaker 4: we under. Hoh, for the hate the winds that laughed
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  Speaker 4: to my laughter.
• 1:11:05
  Speaker 6: Aha.
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  Speaker 4: It is well for the shriekings that passed into silence
• 1:11:10
  Speaker 4: as under the night, out into the blackness forever rise
• 1:11:14
  Speaker 4: the wild hate of Saki, the mad snake woman. Then
• 1:11:21
  Speaker 4: watered I forth and now cast, hounded and beaten, careless
• 1:11:25
  Speaker 4: whether I win or living or dine with that load
• 1:11:30
  Speaker 4: of despaired my heartstrings ring to madness long and loud.
• 1:11:36
  Speaker 4: I laughed at the heaven that mocked me, with its
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  Speaker 4: beautiful sounds and its sights and the joy of its being.
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  Speaker 4: For I long but to die, and to go to
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  Speaker 4: that region of darkness where I might shroud me and
• 1:11:52
  Speaker 4: curse in my madness forever, far, oh far. I fled
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  Speaker 4: till my feet or wounded and bruised and cut by
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  Speaker 4: the ways unkindly and cruel. Then all the world grew
• 1:12:08
  Speaker 4: red in the sun as a furnace, and I raved
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  Speaker 4: till I knew no more for a horrible season. Then
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  Speaker 4: I rose and stood like one in a dream who,
• 1:12:18
  Speaker 4: after long years of forgetting, sudden remembers the dread wild
• 1:12:24
  Speaker 4: cry of a wrong that Clarence for writing. Then sending
• 1:12:30
  Speaker 4: a curse to the heart of the night sky, I
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  Speaker 4: turned me and fled like the wind of the winter,
• 1:12:38
  Speaker 4: the sound of whose footstep is vengeance. Late, when the
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  Speaker 4: moon had lowered, I entered his village and, threatening the
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  Speaker 4: silent streets, came to the well known tin door, and,
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  Speaker 4: dragging aside the skins with the serpentine motion, entered now
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  Speaker 4: as a thief where once I had entered as a mistress.
• 1:13:01
  Speaker 4: And there in the gleam of the moon, with the
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  Speaker 4: flame of her hair on his bosom, lay the woman
• 1:13:07
  Speaker 4: I hated like hell, with the man I loved clasped
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  Speaker 4: to her heart. Ha Ha, it is joy for the
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  Speaker 4: hearts that we crush as we thunder. Ho Ho, for
• 1:13:19
  Speaker 4: the hate of the winds that laughed to my laughter. Haha,
• 1:13:23
  Speaker 4: it is well for the shriekings that passed into silence
• 1:13:27
  Speaker 4: as under the night, out into the blackness, forever rised
• 1:13:31
  Speaker 4: the wild hate of Saki, the mad snake woman. If
• 1:13:36
  Speaker 4: hate could have slain, they'd have shriveled up there in
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  Speaker 4: the moonlight. But theirs was a sin too deep for
• 1:13:46
  Speaker 4: the kiss of a night blade. Long did I stand
• 1:13:50
  Speaker 4: like a poisoned wind in a desert, gray and sad
• 1:13:54
  Speaker 4: and despairing and nursing. My hate went out of the
• 1:13:57
  Speaker 4: night like one voice that caused to another. Came the
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  Speaker 4: far off neigh of a horse, and a mad joy
• 1:14:05
  Speaker 4: leaped to my veins, and a thought curled into my
• 1:14:09
  Speaker 4: heart as a serpent coils into a flower. And I
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  Speaker 4: turned me and left them there in their foolish love
• 1:14:17
  Speaker 4: and their slumber that my hot heart hissed was their last. Then,
• 1:14:23
  Speaker 4: hurrying out of the door that flapped in the night wind,
• 1:14:27
  Speaker 4: I fled with the pent up hunger of hate that
• 1:14:31
  Speaker 4: maddened to burst from its sluices, and came to a
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  Speaker 4: place on the plain far up and out from the village, where,
• 1:14:41
  Speaker 4: tethered in rows of hurdles, champing and restless in nang,
• 1:14:45
  Speaker 4: half a thousand horses were herded under the night. Hah,
• 1:14:52
  Speaker 4: I live it anew, I dream it again in my madness,
• 1:14:57
  Speaker 4: I see that moving ocean of shimmering flanks in the moonlight.
• 1:15:02
  Speaker 4: I snatch a brand from a watchfire that's smolders and dwindles.
• 1:15:06
  Speaker 4: I creep around to the side of the herd, remote
• 1:15:09
  Speaker 4: from the village. I cry a low call that is
• 1:15:13
  Speaker 4: answered by a nag and a whinny. Then I leap
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  Speaker 4: to the back of an ebban stallion that knows me'tis
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  Speaker 4: but the cut of a thong. A cry in the night,
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  Speaker 4: A fiery waving brand like lightning to thunder, a terrified moaning,
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  Speaker 4: and neighing, a heaving of necks and of haunches abound,
• 1:15:37
  Speaker 4: a rush, a crack of a thong, then a whirlwind
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  Speaker 4: of hoofs, like a sweep of a wave on a beach.
• 1:15:46
  Speaker 4: We are thundering onwards, neck and neck in the wake
• 1:15:49
  Speaker 4: of my hate that ever before us clamors from heaven
• 1:15:53
  Speaker 4: to hell in its terrible vengeance, with neck outstretch and
• 1:15:57
  Speaker 4: mad eyes. A gleam in the moonlight. I see on ahead,
• 1:16:01
  Speaker 4: the sleeping huts in the moonlight. Ha ha. They will
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  Speaker 4: rest well under the sleep that we bring them. See
• 1:16:12
  Speaker 4: see we are nearing them now. The first wild thundering
• 1:16:17
  Speaker 4: hoof beats have ridden them down amid the shriekings and
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  Speaker 4: groanings of anguish, blotting them out with their loves and
• 1:16:25
  Speaker 4: their hates into blackness. Ha ha, Ride ride, my beauties,
• 1:16:31
  Speaker 4: my terrible tramplers. Pound pounded to dust, the mother, the child,
• 1:16:37
  Speaker 4: and the husband, pound, pound to the pulse of my
• 1:16:42
  Speaker 4: hate that exults in your thunders. Ha Over the little
• 1:16:46
  Speaker 4: ones nestled to suckle the buzzom, Over the man that
• 1:16:50
  Speaker 4: I loved with thunder, with thunder, Over the woman I hate,
• 1:16:56
  Speaker 4: with the flame of her hair on his busom trampling,
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  Speaker 4: trading them down out into silence and blackness, like the
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  Speaker 4: swirl of a merciless storm. We sweep on to darkness forever.
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  Speaker 4: And now, when the moon is in heaven and under
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  Speaker 4: the night, it's heard on the winds, the thunder of
• 1:17:21
  Speaker 4: shadowy horses. Then out of the dark eye rise and
• 1:17:25
  Speaker 4: again am a woman and leaped to the back of
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  Speaker 4: an evan steed that knows me, and hound them on
• 1:17:32
  Speaker 4: in the wake of hoofs that thunder, While under the
• 1:17:36
  Speaker 4: murk and the moon, out into the blackness round the
• 1:17:40
  Speaker 4: world's edge, with an eerie, mad echoing laughter, leaps the
• 1:17:45
  Speaker 4: long cry of the hate of the wild snake woman. Aha.
• 1:17:51
  Speaker 4: It is joy for the hearts that we crush as
• 1:17:53
  Speaker 4: we thunder, Oh, for the hate or the winds that
• 1:17:58
  Speaker 4: laugh to my laughter. Ah, it is well for the
• 1:18:02
  Speaker 4: shriekings that pass into silence, as under the night, out
• 1:18:06
  Speaker 4: into the blackness forever rides the wild hate of Saki,
• 1:18:12
  Speaker 4: the mad snake woman. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 4: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: Love by William Wilfred Campbell read for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 6: by Tavarish. Love came at dawn when all the world
• 1:18:38
  Speaker 6: was fair, when crimson glories, bloom, and song were rife.
• 1:18:45
  Speaker 6: Love came at dawn, when hope's wings fanned the air
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  Speaker 6: and murmured, I am life. Love came at even when
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  Speaker 6: the day was done, when heart and brain were tired
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  Speaker 6: and slumber pressed. Love came at eve, shut out the
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  Speaker 6: sinking sun, and whispered, I am rest. End of poems.
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  Speaker 6: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 11: Victoria by William Wilfrid Campbell read Philiprivaux, dot Walk by
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  Speaker 11: Emma Charlotte Jubilee ode A d. Eighteen ninety seven, with
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  Speaker 11: thunder of cannon and far off roll of drum and
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  Speaker 11: martial music blaring forth her glory mid miles of thronging
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  Speaker 11: millions down each street, where all the earth is bound
• 1:19:53
  Speaker 11: in one heartbeat, the world's great Empire's greatest Queen de
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  Speaker 11: come born on one mighty rocking earthquake voice, wherein all
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  Speaker 11: peoples of wide Earth rejoice. She comes. She comes to
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  Speaker 11: beat of martial drums and pageant's blazoning England's ancient story
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  Speaker 11: the good Gray Queen, whose majesty and worth have lent
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  Speaker 11: their radiance to remotest Earth, while the splendor and might
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  Speaker 11: and power of her mighty empire bound her, and the
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  Speaker 11: serried millions mad with joy, are near her, all to
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  Speaker 11: love her, none to fear her, but nearer far than
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  Speaker 11: power than splendor, dearer the surging love of her loved
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  Speaker 11: people round her. She comes. She comes in, encircled by
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  Speaker 11: her people, while praise to Heaven peals out from tower
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  Speaker 11: and steeple into the great Cathedral, hushed and dim with
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  Speaker 11: thankful heart and humble queenly head over the sleep of
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  Speaker 11: England's mighty dead, to render up her heart's best thoughts
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  Speaker 11: to him, the King of Kings, mid hush of priestly
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  Speaker 11: tread and gloried Anthem's solemn, peeling him the mighty millions
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  Speaker 11: awed now bow the head, thank Heaven for her simple,
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  Speaker 11: noble life, Earth's queenliest empress, mother, daughter wife, Thank Heaven
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  Speaker 11: for all she held her dearest own forgiveness for the weakness.
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  Speaker 11: She hath known blessings on her wise, old widowed head,
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  Speaker 11: for what her life is now and what her life
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  Speaker 11: hath been, Noble mother, wife and queen. Let the mighty
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  Speaker 11: organs roll and the mighty frong disperse. She is ours
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  Speaker 11: and we are hers, and both are Britons. Both to
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  Speaker 11: Britain's God, lift up the heartfelt praise for the might
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  Speaker 11: of splendid days, for the glory that hath been. Let
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  Speaker 11: the cannon thunder out, and the miles of voices shout Victoria.
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  Speaker 11: Let the bells peel out afar till the rocket tells
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  Speaker 11: the star and the ocean shouts its piean to the thunder,
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  Speaker 11: answering bar England's glory, Briton's pride, revered of hearth, the
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  Speaker 11: world beside, Oh good Gray Queen Victoria, daughter of Monarchs,
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  Speaker 11: mother of kings. All her sorrows we have shared, all
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  Speaker 11: her triumphs, they are ours kind. Heaven, that virtue still
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  Speaker 11: endowers be with her. May her path be flowers be
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  Speaker 11: with her, May her days be spared death alooth with
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  Speaker 11: shadowing wings unto nature's latest hours, Daughter of Monarchs, mother
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  Speaker 11: of kings, Oh good Gray Queen Victoria, Let all feuds
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  Speaker 11: of faction die, Let the blaring party bugles cease to blow.
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  Speaker 11: Let insincere and base attraction lie with sore, defeat and bitterness.
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  Speaker 11: Her carping sisters low in this one supremest hour, day
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  Speaker 11: of Britain's ancient power, Day of all her golden dower
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  Speaker 11: of victory, towering centuries, tower on tower. Let all our
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  Speaker 11: hatreds be forgot, all bitterness be swept away, remembering only
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  Speaker 11: the glory of our lot. In this century, honoring day, Carlton,
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  Speaker 11: Scott and Saxon, let us only know A mighty queen
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  Speaker 11: comes to her own at last, her people's love and reverence,
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  Speaker 11: as the glow of some splendid Western heaven, deepening into
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  Speaker 11: richer even ear at pera to the vast past, the
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  Speaker 11: malid gates of fears, the hooded menace of the years,
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  Speaker 11: where rang the iron voices rolling on her ears of
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  Speaker 11: royal dreams, the requiem and pal and awful fates of
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  Speaker 11: thrones fordoomed to fall our aged Queen, on this glad
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  Speaker 11: day she stands amid the throbbings of her land's great love,
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  Speaker 11: firm in her rule, her faith in God above, Earth's
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  Speaker 11: golden keys of happiness in her hands. Oh splendid life
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  Speaker 11: of Britain's splendid days, O noble soul above all blame
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  Speaker 11: or praise. O fame that will outlast our little fame.
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  Speaker 11: O long enduring honor, greater than time or death, O
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  Speaker 11: name that will outlive even that immortal name, England's most
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  Speaker 11: ancient glory, the Great Elizabeth, and we thy loyal subjects,
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  Speaker 11: far away in these new lands that own thy scepters
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  Speaker 11: sway betwixt thy royal Isle and far Cathay, across the
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  Speaker 11: thunder of the Western foam. O good, Great Queen, our
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  Speaker 11: hearts go home, Go home to thee, and thine we
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  Speaker 11: are thine own. While empires rise and wane. We are
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  Speaker 11: thine own. For blessing or for bain, and come the
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  Speaker 11: shock of thundering war again, for death or victory. Not
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  Speaker 11: that we hate our brothers to the South. They are
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  Speaker 11: our fellows in the speech of mouth. They are our
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  Speaker 11: wedded kindred, our own blood. The same world evils we,
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  Speaker 11: and they withstood our aims, are theirs one common future good.
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  Speaker 11: Not that we hate them, but that there doth lie
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  Speaker 11: within our hearts of golden fealty to Britain, Britain, Britain
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  Speaker 11: till the world doth die. And him we sent THEE
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  Speaker 11: as our greatest son, the people's choice, to whose firm
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  Speaker 11: hand is given the welfare of our country under heaven.
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  Speaker 11: No truer son hast thou in all thy coasts, No wiser, kindlier, stronger.
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  Speaker 11: Briton boasts our knightly leader, Norman in his blood, but
• 1:27:58
  Speaker 11: truest Britain in heart and speech and mind, beloved well
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  Speaker 11: of all his fellow kind in statesmanship, our nation's highest mood,
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  Speaker 11: Our silver tongued and golden hearted one in every inch
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  Speaker 11: and every thought, man, our noblest type, ideal Canadian, receive
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  Speaker 11: him mid those greatest, Thou dost own thy mighty empire
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  Speaker 11: builders bastioning round thy throne o England's latest, greatest queen greatness,
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  Speaker 11: more great than all her greatness that have been under
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  Speaker 11: thy scepter. The utmost continents hang and trackless oceans thunder
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  Speaker 11: out their surges. These are thy realms. Never in Earth's
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  Speaker 11: old story hath queen of earthly realm own such resplendent glory,
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  Speaker 11: not Golden Homer, such wondrous kingdom sang round Earth's wide girdle.
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  Speaker 11: Thy mighty empire verges outsplendoring all prophecy of olden days,
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  Speaker 11: Thou latest and greatest, on that throne whose face withstood
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  Speaker 11: the shock of centuries, still withstands the lowering hate of
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  Speaker 11: Europe's iron bands. In thy true keeping, shall that scepter
• 1:29:44
  Speaker 11: be a golden wand of happiness to the free who
• 1:29:50
  Speaker 11: call thee Queen, from outmost sea to sea, that throne
• 1:29:55
  Speaker 11: to them, a mighty lighthouse tower, a truth compelling, majesty
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  Speaker 11: of light blinding. The myths of ignorance and night were
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  Speaker 11: round its base throughout the Centuri's flight, thunder in vain
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  Speaker 11: Earth's hosts, upon its iron power ended powem. This recording
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  Speaker 11: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: England by William Wilfred Campbell readfulibritvokx dot org by Taversh England, England, England,
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  Speaker 6: girdled by ocean and skies, and the power of a world,
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  Speaker 6: and the heart of a race, and a hope that
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  Speaker 6: never dies. England, England, England. Wherever a true heart beats,
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  Speaker 6: wherever the rivers of commerce flow, wherever the bugles of
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  Speaker 6: conquest blow, wherever the glories of liberty growt is the
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  Speaker 6: name that the world repeats. And ye who dwell in
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  Speaker 6: the shadow of the centuries sculptured piles, where sleep our
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  Speaker 6: century honored dead, while the great world thunders overhead and
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  Speaker 6: far out, miles and miles beyond the smoke of the
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  Speaker 6: mighty town. The bluethams, dimples and smiles. Not yours alone,
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  Speaker 6: the glory of old, of the splendid thousand years, of
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  Speaker 6: Britain's might and Britain's right, and the brunt of British spears,
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  Speaker 6: not yours alone, For the great world round ready to
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  Speaker 6: dare and do. Scott and Celt and Norman and the Dane,
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  Speaker 6: with the Northman's sinew and heart and the brain and
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  Speaker 6: the Northman's courage for blessing of Baine, are England's heroes too,
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  Speaker 6: north and south, and east and west. Wherever their triumphs be,
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  Speaker 6: their glory goes home to the ocean girt Isle, where
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  Speaker 6: the heather blooms and the roses smile, with the Green
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  Speaker 6: Isle under her lee. And if ever the smoke of
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  Speaker 6: an alien gun should threaten her iron, repose shoulder to
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  Speaker 6: shoulder against the world, face to face with her foes.
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  Speaker 6: Scot and Celt and Saxon are one where the glory
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  Speaker 6: of England goes. And we of the newer and vaster West,
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  Speaker 6: where the great war banners are furled and commerce hurries.
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  Speaker 6: Her timing hosts and the cannon are silent along our coasts.
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  Speaker 6: Saxon and gall Canadian claim a part in the glory
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  Speaker 6: and pride and aim of the empire that girdles the world. England, England, England.
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  Speaker 6: Wherever the daring heart by Arctic flow or torrid strand,
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  Speaker 6: thy heroes play their part. For as long as conquest
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  Speaker 6: holds the earth, o commerce sweeps the sea, by Orient,
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  Speaker 6: jungle or western plain, will the Saxon spirit be, And
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  Speaker 6: whatever the people that dwell beneath, or whatever the alien
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  Speaker 6: tongue over the freedom and peace of the world, is
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  Speaker 6: the flag of England, flung till the last great freedom
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  Speaker 6: is found and the last great truth be taught, Till
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  Speaker 6: the last great deed be done, and the last great
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  Speaker 6: battle is fought, Till the last great fighter is slain
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  Speaker 6: in the last great fight, and the war wolf is
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  Speaker 6: dead in his den England, Breeder of Hope and Valor
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  Speaker 6: and might, Iron, Mother of men, Yea England, England, England.
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  Speaker 6: Till Honor and valor are dead, till the world's great
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  Speaker 6: canons rust, till the world's great hopes are dust, Till
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  Speaker 6: faith and freedom be fled, till wisdom and justice have
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  Speaker 6: passed to sleep with those who sleep in the many
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  Speaker 6: chambered vast, till glory and knowledge are charneld dust and
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  Speaker 6: dust to all that is best in the world's unrest.
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  Speaker 6: In heart and mind, you are aware while out from
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  Speaker 6: the Indian jungle to the far Canadian snows, over the
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  Speaker 6: east and over the west, over the worst and over
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  Speaker 6: the best. The flag of the world to its winds unfurled,
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  Speaker 6: the blood red ensign blows, and the poem. This recording
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  Speaker 6: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Sebastian Cabin by William Wilfrid Campbell read for libribox dot
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  Speaker 4: org by Marcel D. Ward Thursday, August tenth, twenty seventeen.
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  Speaker 4: My website is thesoul expands dot com. One new startle
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  Speaker 4: from her sensual dreams Europa. Half expected le, revolving dimly
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  Speaker 4: broken gleams of some far off, unrisen day as one
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  Speaker 4: sees through dim mists of some far majestic moon paved
• 1:36:03
  Speaker 4: mountainway on grim and Barbara's couch reclined Groke blindly toward
• 1:36:08
  Speaker 4: her ultimate gold. When she threw midnight of the mind
• 1:36:13
  Speaker 4: would wake to knowledge of her soul. So, with oppressions
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  Speaker 4: all divine, she left her bestial gods behind and turned
• 1:36:20
  Speaker 4: her toward the western stars. When this old rugged, princely
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  Speaker 4: tarved cars, beat bravely out, were heaving leagues on leagues
• 1:36:29
  Speaker 4: belowed the western brine. Two Greater than power or splendor,
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  Speaker 4: or birth or might of gold, is the noble life
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  Speaker 4: of a noble man, of a heart both brave and bold.
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  Speaker 4: All honor to the spirit that knows not Earth's defeat,
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  Speaker 4: that meets with courage, true and strong what brave souls
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  Speaker 4: have to meet. And honor to the hero who centuries
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  Speaker 4: ago sailed out from old Bristol into the trackless waters
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  Speaker 4: of the West, who bravely beat and beat where sky
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  Speaker 4: and waters meet, till he saw his white cliffs vanish
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  Speaker 4: under Ocean's heaven. Breast nor cowardly turned him back, but
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  Speaker 4: held straight on his track. The old Ocean rose up,
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  Speaker 4: ravening in grand, angry rack, and bravely beat and bore
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  Speaker 4: up to the west. All honor to his spirit, for
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  Speaker 4: the glories we inherit in peace of mighty slumber breathed
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  Speaker 4: calmly round his rest, where his earthy bed about his
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  Speaker 4: pillowed head forever beats old Ocean's monotone, For even from
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  Speaker 4: a child, he loved its voices, wild, its splendid throb
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  Speaker 4: that made his heart its own. Three I dream is name,
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  Speaker 4: and there doth come to me a vision of league
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  Speaker 4: long breakers landward hurled, of olden ships far beating out
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  Speaker 4: to sea, the splendid shining waste of heathen green far
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  Speaker 4: stretching around the world, But many voices heard from many lands,
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  Speaker 4: torrid Antarctic orient, and the line of heaving of vast anchors,
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  Speaker 4: vanishing strands, and over all the wonder and thunder and
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  Speaker 4: wash of the loud world, conquering brine of skyrim waste
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  Speaker 4: or fog and shrodded reef, where some mad siren ever
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  Speaker 4: sings the grief of all the mighty wrecks in that
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  Speaker 4: weird span since ocean and time began four Venice and
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  Speaker 4: England cradled, Could this seaman be other than Ocean's child,
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  Speaker 4: with heart less restless than that vast and wild great
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  Speaker 4: heart of the thrilling seat, waking to her long thunders,
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  Speaker 4: cradled in her soft voice for the other voice of
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  Speaker 4: all earth, voices sweet make his stern heart rejoice. Yay,
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  Speaker 4: this is better than all, greater than all to him,
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  Speaker 4: truer than youth's mad whim, the only love of his youth,
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  Speaker 4: the only lore of his age, to gaze on her vast,
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  Speaker 4: tumultuous scroll, to pour on her wrinkle page, for he
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  Speaker 4: was very soul of her soul, and she meet mother
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  Speaker 4: for him. Five. Over the hazy distance beyond the sunsets,
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  Speaker 4: rim forever and forever, those voices called to him, westward, westward, westward.
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  Speaker 4: The sea sang in his head at morn, in the
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  Speaker 4: busy harbor, at nightfall, on his bed, westward, westward, westward,
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  Speaker 4: over the line of breakers, the distance dim forever, the foam,
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  Speaker 4: white fingers beckoning, beckoning him.
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  Speaker 12: Six.
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  Speaker 4: This was no common spirit, this sailor of old Bristow,
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  Speaker 4: not one of the martin made helots, such as the
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  Speaker 4: world doth know, but a bronzed and rugged veteran, a
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  Speaker 4: drift in the vanguard's flow, a sun of the world's
• 1:40:24
  Speaker 4: great highway, where the mighty storm winds blow. Seven. All
• 1:40:30
  Speaker 4: honor to this grand old pilot, whose flag is struck,
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  Speaker 4: whose sails are furled, whose ship is beached, whose voyage ended,
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  Speaker 4: who sleeps somewhere inside and known without a slab, without
• 1:40:44
  Speaker 4: a stone, in that great island, seeing pearled yay, reverence
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  Speaker 4: with honor blended for this old seaman of the past,
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  Speaker 4: who braved the leagues of ocean hurled, who out of
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  Speaker 4: danger knowledge rendered and built the bastion sure and fast
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  Speaker 4: of that great bridgeway, grand in vast from golden commerce
• 1:41:05
  Speaker 4: around the world. Honor, YEA, A day shall come if
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  Speaker 4: glory lives in human rhyme, when our poor fathering lips
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  Speaker 4: are dumb, A greater and more splndid time when larger
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  Speaker 4: men of mightier aims shall do meet honor to his name. Yay, honor.
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  Speaker 4: Only greatness keeps in the sanctuary where this seaman sleeps,
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  Speaker 4: This old Venetian brittin born, who held of fear a
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  Speaker 4: hero scorn, who kneeled his colors to the mast, who
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  Speaker 4: sought in reverence for the true and found it in
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  Speaker 4: the rifting blue of those broad furrows of the vast,
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  Speaker 4: who knew no honors, held no state, but in his
• 1:41:51
  Speaker 4: rookingness was great, who like some seashell in him felt
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  Speaker 4: the universe of ocean dwelt, whose whole truth, being nature
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  Speaker 4: cast like his own ocean, spaces fast. Eight. Yeah, he
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  Speaker 4: is dead, this mighty seaman, four long centuries ago, beating westward,
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  Speaker 4: ever westward, beating out from Old Bristow, saw he far envisions,
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  Speaker 4: lifted down the golden sunset's glow through the bars of twilight,
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  Speaker 4: rifted all the glories that we know, beating westward, ever westward,
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  Speaker 4: overheating leagues of brine, buffeted by arctic scurries, languid trade
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  Speaker 4: winds from the line, with a courage heaven gifted and
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  Speaker 4: a fortitude divine. Yeah, he is dead, But who shall
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  Speaker 4: say that all the splendid deeds he brought, that all
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  Speaker 4: the lofty truths he taught, if truth be not nobody sought,
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  Speaker 4: are dead and vanished quite away? Nay, nay, he lives,
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  Speaker 4: And such as he in every lofty human dream, in
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  Speaker 4: every true sublimity that splendors Earth and makes it team
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  Speaker 4: with inward might and majesty, This grand old Pilot of
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  Speaker 4: Bristow incarnate comes to Earth again, as when four hundred
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  Speaker 4: years ago he swept in storm and shine and snow
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  Speaker 4: athwart the thunders of the Main Nine. Greater far than
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  Speaker 4: shaft or storied, fame than bronze in a marble blint,
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  Speaker 4: greater than all the honors he could gain from a
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  Speaker 4: nation's high intent. He sleeps alone in his great ale, unknown,
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  Speaker 4: with the chalk cliffs all around him for his mighty
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  Speaker 4: graveyard stone in the league long sounding war of old ocean,
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  Speaker 4: forevermore beating beating about his rest for fane and monuments.
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  Speaker 4: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: The World Mother by William Wilfrid Campbell red for LibriVox
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  Speaker 4: dot Org by Marcel d. Ward. Thesoul expands dot com
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  Speaker 4: by cragging lonelymore She stands, this mother of half of
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  Speaker 4: world's gray men, and kills them far by sea rag
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  Speaker 4: lands or Orient jungle or Western fenn, and far amid
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  Speaker 4: the mad turmoil, or where the desert places keep their
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  Speaker 4: lonely hush. Her children toil or wrapped in wide world,
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  Speaker 4: on her sleep by Egypt's sans or western wave, can
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  Speaker 4: her latest hero's rest with Scotland's honor or his grave
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  Speaker 4: and Britain's flag above each breast, and some at home
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  Speaker 4: her mother Love keeps crooning wind songs or the graves
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  Speaker 4: where author's castle looms above, or strathey storms or soul
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  Speaker 4: way raves or Loman unto nevis bends in Olden love
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  Speaker 4: of clouds and dew, where trossac unto sterling sins greetings
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  Speaker 4: that build the years anew out, where her miles of
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  Speaker 4: heather's sweep her dust of legend in his breast, neither
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  Speaker 4: aged dry Berg's isle and keep her. Wizard Walter takes
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  Speaker 4: his rest, and her love Plowman, he of Air, more
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  Speaker 4: love than any singer loved by a heart of man.
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  Speaker 4: Amid those rare high souls the world hath tried and proved,
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  Speaker 4: whose songs are first to harden tongue wherever scotsmen agree together,
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  Speaker 4: and far out alien scenes among go mad at the
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  Speaker 4: glint of a sprig of heather, and he her latest
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  Speaker 4: wayward child, Her Lewis of the magic Pen, who sleeps
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  Speaker 4: by tropic crater pile far far alas from mystic Glenn,
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  Speaker 4: who loved her, knew her, drew her so beyond all
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  Speaker 4: common poores whim in dreams. The wops are calling low
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  Speaker 4: in sooth. Her heart is woe for him and they
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  Speaker 4: her warriors greater nun Eir drew the blade of daring
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  Speaker 4: forth her colin under Indian son, her Donald of the
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  Speaker 4: Fighting North, or He her greatest hero, he who sleeps
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  Speaker 4: somewhere by Nisus Sands Grave Gordon, mightiest of those free
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  Speaker 4: great captains of her fighting bands, yay, these and myriad
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  Speaker 4: myriads more who stormed the forder, plowed the main, to
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  Speaker 4: free the wave or win the shore. She calls in vain.
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  Speaker 4: She calls in vain, brave sons of her far severed
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  Speaker 4: wide by purpling peak, or reeling foam from Western Ridge,
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  Speaker 4: or ori inside. She calls them home. She calls them home,
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  Speaker 4: and far from east to western sea, the answering word
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  Speaker 4: comes back to her. Our hands were slack, our hopes
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  Speaker 4: were free. We answered to the blood, the stir the
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  Speaker 4: life by Kelpie Locke was dull, the homeworks, lawful work
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  Speaker 4: was done. We followed where the world was full, to
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  Speaker 4: dree the weird our fates had spun. We built the brig,
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  Speaker 4: We reared the town. We spanned the earth with lightning gleam.
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  Speaker 4: We plowed, We fought, mid smile and frowned. Where all
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  Speaker 4: the world's for corners team. But under all the surge
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  Speaker 4: of life, the man race fight for mastery. Though foremost
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  Speaker 4: in a certain strife, Our hearts went back and back
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  Speaker 4: to thee. For the Scotsman's speech is wise and slow,
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  Speaker 4: and the Scots's thought it is hard kN But through
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  Speaker 4: all the yearnings of men that go His heart is
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  Speaker 4: the heart of the northern glen. His song is the
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  Speaker 4: song of the windy moor and the humming pipes of
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  Speaker 4: the squirrelling den. And his love is the love of
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  Speaker 4: the shielding door, and the smell of the smoking peat within.
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  Speaker 4: And no half how much the alien blood is crossed
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  Speaker 4: with the strain that holds him fast, met the world's
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  Speaker 4: great ill and the world's great good. He yearns to
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  Speaker 4: the mother of men at last, for there is something
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  Speaker 4: strong in, something true in the wind where the sprig
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  Speaker 4: of heather is blown, and something great in blood so blue,
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  Speaker 4: that makes him stand like a man alone. Yeay, give
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  Speaker 4: him the road and loosen free. He sets his teeth
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  Speaker 4: to the fiercest blast. For there's never a toil in
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  Speaker 4: a far country, but a Scotsman tackles it hard and fast.
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  Speaker 4: He builds their commerce, he sings their songs, he weaves
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  Speaker 4: their creeds with an iron twist, and making of laws
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  Speaker 4: or writing of wrongs, he grinds it all as a
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  Speaker 4: scotsman's grist Yay. Thereby crag and more she stands, this
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  Speaker 4: mother of half a world's gray men, And out of
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  Speaker 4: the heart of her haunted lands she calls her children
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  Speaker 4: home again, and over the glens and the wild seafloors,
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  Speaker 4: she appears so still as she counts her cost with
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  Speaker 4: the wop slow calling over the moon, whoa, whoa, for
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  Speaker 4: the great ones she hath lost in depon. This recording
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  Speaker 4: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 11: The Lazarus of Empire by William Wilfrid Campbell read for
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  Speaker 11: Librivoxtel talk by Emma Charlotte. The celt He is proud
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  Speaker 11: in his protest, the scot he is calm in his place,
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  Speaker 11: for each has a word in the ruling and doom
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  Speaker 11: of the Empire that honors his race. And the Englishman,
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  Speaker 11: dogged and grim, looks the world in the face as
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  Speaker 11: he goes, and he holds a proud lip, for he
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  Speaker 11: sells his own ship. And he cares not for rivals
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  Speaker 11: nor foes, but lowest and last, with his areas vast
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  Speaker 11: and arisen, so servile and tame. Since the poor beggar
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  Speaker 11: colonial who feeds on the crumbs of her fame, he
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  Speaker 11: knows no place in her counsels, he holds no part
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  Speaker 11: in the word that girdles the world with its thunders.
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  Speaker 11: When the theat of Britain is heard, he beats no
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  Speaker 11: drums to her battles. He gives no triumphs her name,
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  Speaker 11: but lowest and last, with his areas vast, he feeds
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  Speaker 11: on the crumbs of her fame. How long, oh how
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  Speaker 11: long the dishonor the servile and suppliant place are we
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  Speaker 11: Britons who batten upon her or degenerate sons of the race.
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  Speaker 11: It is souls that make nations, not numbers, as our
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  Speaker 11: four fathers proved in the past. Let us take up
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  Speaker 11: the burden of empire, or nail our own flag to
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  Speaker 11: the mast? Does she care for us, value us, want us?
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  Speaker 11: Or are we but pawns in the game? Where lowest
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  Speaker 11: and last, with our areas vast, we feed on the
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  Speaker 11: crumbs of her fame? End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 11: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 13: In Holyrood by William Wilfrid Campbell read for Librovox dot
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  Speaker 13: Org by Lady K July twenty first, twenty seventeen, Lethbridge, Alberta, Canada,
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  Speaker 13: eighteen ninety seven. I stand in Edinburgh, in Holyrood, where
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  Speaker 13: Scotland's Mary flaunted Iron Knox came with cavernous eyes and
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  Speaker 13: words of prophet flame, and broke her soul as bonds
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  Speaker 13: of brittle wood, and all stern Scotland's evil and her good,
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  Speaker 13: her austere ghosts, her souls of fiery shame, her adamantine passions.
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  Speaker 13: None could tame, arise anew, and drip in Rizio's blood.
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  Speaker 13: Here in these walls, these guilty corridors, beside that bed,
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  Speaker 13: where Elizabeth's eyes look down across the sentries with their
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  Speaker 13: fading band of angry years of Presbyterian frown. I only
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  Speaker 13: know these tears of weird remorse. The woman rules. All
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  Speaker 13: else is shifting sand. Footnote for beside that bed in
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  Speaker 13: Queen Mary's bedroom in Holyrood, a portrait of Queen Elizabeth
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  Speaker 13: hangs on the wall above the bed. Footnote for these tears.
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  Speaker 13: It is said that Knox, during this memorable interview, made
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  Speaker 13: the Queen weep end of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 13: the public.
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  Speaker 1: Domain Unabsolved by William Wilfrid Campbell, read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 1: Org by Nemo Unabsolved. A dramatic monologue. This poem is
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  Speaker 1: founded on the confession of a man who went with
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  Speaker 1: one of the expeditions to save Sir John Franklin's party,
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  Speaker 1: and who being sent ahead saw signs of them, but
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  Speaker 1: through cowardice, was afraid to tell O, Father, hear my tale,
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  Speaker 1: then pity me, For even God his pity hath withdrawn.
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  Speaker 1: O death was dread and awful in those days. You
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  Speaker 1: prate of hell and punishment to come, and endless torments
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  Speaker 1: made for those who sin. Stern priest, put down your
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  Speaker 1: cross and hearken me. I see forever a white glinting
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  Speaker 1: plain from night to night, across the twinkling dark, A
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  Speaker 1: world of cold and fear and dread and death, and
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  Speaker 1: poor lost ones who starve and pinch and die. I
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  Speaker 1: could have saved them. Ay yea, even I you talk
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  Speaker 1: of hell is hell to see poor frames wan leathery
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  Speaker 1: cheeks and dull, despairing eyes. From whence a low flamed
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  Speaker 1: madness ebbing out goes slowly deathward through the eerie hours
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  Speaker 1: to hear forever pitiless icy winds feel in the shivering
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  Speaker 1: canvas of the tent with idle brute curiosity. Nature hath
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  Speaker 1: while out around one universe of death stretches the loveless,
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  Speaker 1: hearthless arctic night. This is my doom. It sitteth by
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  Speaker 1: my side and never leaves me through the desolate years.
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  Speaker 1: Go take your hell to men who never lived. Save
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  Speaker 1: as the slow world wendeth, sluggish, dull, even they must
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  Speaker 1: suffer also, poor bleak ones. Then is your feeble comfort
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  Speaker 1: nothing worth? You tell me to have hope God will forgive? O, priest?
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  Speaker 1: Can God forgive a sin like mine? You say He
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  Speaker 1: is all loving? Did he lie with me that night
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  Speaker 1: amid the eyeless dark? And writhe with me and whisper
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  Speaker 1: save thyself. That way to north lies cold in age
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  Speaker 1: and death and awful failure, and men's odd tongues to
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  Speaker 1: linger years. Hereafter southward lies home, heat and love and
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  Speaker 1: sweet blood, pulsing life, life with its mourns and eaves,
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  Speaker 1: and glad tomorrows and joy and hope for many days
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  Speaker 1: to be. Did he, I say, lie with me there
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  Speaker 1: that night and know that awful tragedy beyond, and my
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  Speaker 1: poor tragedy enacted there? Then must he feel him since
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  Speaker 1: as I have felt and live that hideous misery in
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  Speaker 1: his heart? And knowing this, I say unto thee priest,
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  Speaker 1: he could not be a god, and say, forgive you,
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  Speaker 1: plead my soul's salvation, the one end and aim of
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  Speaker 1: all my thought. Then a hearkened, Priest, for this my
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  Speaker 1: sin hath made me more than wise. That seems to
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  Speaker 1: me the one great sin I sinned, in selling all
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  Speaker 1: to save mine evil self. Stay hearken, Priest, and haunt
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  Speaker 1: me not with hopes as futile as those icy fingered
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  Speaker 1: winds that stirred the canvass there that arctic night. I
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  Speaker 1: bid thee heark and mumble not thy prayers like august
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  Speaker 1: bees heard in a summer room that drone afar. But
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  Speaker 1: keep them for the dead, the dull ear dead whose sleep,
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  Speaker 1: and heed them not. Then hearken, priest, and learn thee
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  Speaker 1: of my woe. For I have lain afar on northern
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  Speaker 1: nights by star filled waste, and conned it or and or,
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  Speaker 1: and thought on God and life and many things in
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  Speaker 1: all the baffling mystery of the dark. And I have
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  Speaker 1: held that awful rendezvous of naked self with self alone
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  Speaker 1: and bear, and knew myself as men have never known,
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  Speaker 1: have fought the duel, flashing hilt to hilt and blade
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  Speaker 1: to blade of flesh and spirit there until I lay
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  Speaker 1: a weak and wounded thing like some poor mingled the
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  Speaker 1: sportsman leaves, writhing and twisting there amid the dark. You
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  Speaker 1: talk of ladders leading up to light, of windows bursting
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  Speaker 1: on the perfect day of dawns grown ruddy on the
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  Speaker 1: blackest night. Yeay, I have groped about the muffled walls
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  Speaker 1: and beat my spirits prison all in vain, only to
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  Speaker 1: find them shrouded, fold, unfold, And still the cruel icy
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  Speaker 1: stars look down, and my dread memory stayeth with me. Still.
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  Speaker 1: It was a strange, mad quest we went upon to
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  Speaker 1: seek the living and the lifeless North. For days and
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  Speaker 1: days and long lone, loveless nights, we set our faces
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  Speaker 1: toward the Arctic sky and threaded waste of the lone wilderness,
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  Speaker 1: beyond the lands of summer and glad spring, beyond the
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  Speaker 1: region's kind of flower and bird, past glint horizons of
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  Speaker 1: auroral gleams, a haunted world of winter's wizened sleep, where
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  Speaker 1: death a giant, aged and stark, and wan kept fast
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  Speaker 1: the entrance of those sunless caves where hides the day,
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  Speaker 1: beyond the icy seas, long day by day, a desolation
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  Speaker 1: went where our wan faces fared or all that waste.
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  Speaker 1: And I was young and filled with love of life
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  Speaker 1: and fear of ugly death. As some weird black the
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  Speaker 1: enemy of love and youth and joy, a lonely ruined
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  Speaker 1: bridge and edge of night, fading in blackness at the
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  Speaker 1: outer end. And those were cold, stern men I went
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  Speaker 1: with there, who held their lives as men to hold
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  Speaker 1: a gift not worth the keeping, men who told dread
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  Speaker 1: tales that made a madness in me of that waste
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  Speaker 1: and all its hellish, lonely solitude, and set my heart
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  Speaker 1: a beating for the south, until that awful desolation wringed
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  Speaker 1: my reason round and shrunk my fearful heart. Yea, father,
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  Speaker 1: I had saved them, but for this? Why did they
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  Speaker 1: send me on alone ahead, poor me, the only weak
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  Speaker 1: one of that band, who was too much of coward
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  Speaker 1: to show my fear? Why did life give me that
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  Speaker 1: mad fear of death to make me selfish at the
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  Speaker 1: very last? Why did God give those men into my
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  Speaker 1: hand and leave them victim to a craven fear that
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  Speaker 1: walked those lonely waste and form of man? No, Father,
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  Speaker 1: take your cross. Mine is a pain that only distant
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  Speaker 1: ages can outburn forgiveness. No, you know not what you say.
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  Speaker 1: You churchmen mumble words as charmers do, and talk of
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  Speaker 1: God and love so glib and pat and think you
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  Speaker 1: reach men's souls and give them light, when all the
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  Speaker 1: time my spirit is to you a land unfound, a
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  Speaker 1: region far removed, where walk dim ghosts of thoughts and
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  Speaker 1: fears and pains. You never dreamed of? What know you
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  Speaker 1: of souls like this of mine that hath girt misery,
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  Speaker 1: sum and found the black with which God veils his face.
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  Speaker 1: You say, the church absolves. You speak of peace, You
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  Speaker 1: talk of what not even God can do but he
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  Speaker 1: but what you make him in my light and mine
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  Speaker 1: is light of one who knows the case, the facts,
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  Speaker 1: the reasons, and hath weighed them too. There is but
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  Speaker 1: one absolver, the absolved. For I, since that far fatal
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  Speaker 1: arctic night, have been alone in some dread shadowy court
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  Speaker 1: where I was judge and guilty prisoner too. Words words
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  Speaker 1: are empty, or life built on words? How rich the
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  Speaker 1: poor would grow, the weak be strong, the hateful loving,
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  Speaker 1: and the scornful weak. The king would be a peasant
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  Speaker 1: and the poor a king in his own right. The murderer,
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  Speaker 1: read from his foul, guilt, would pass to God's own breast.
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  Speaker 1: In all damned things, long damned of Earth's consent. In
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  Speaker 1: some dread law, much older far than we would blossom
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  Speaker 1: righteous under Heaven's face. Still fared we north across that
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  Speaker 1: frozen waist of icy horror, ringed with awful night to
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  Speaker 1: seek the living in a world of death. And as
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  Speaker 1: we fared, a terror grew and grew about my heart
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  Speaker 1: like madness, till I dreamed a vague desire to flee
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  Speaker 1: by night and creep by steel, blue windless plain and
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  Speaker 1: haunted wood and wizened shore and headland once more south. There,
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  Speaker 1: as we went, the days grew wan and shrunk, and
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  Speaker 1: nights grew vast and weird and beautiful, walled with flamed
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  Speaker 1: glories of auroral light, ringing the frozen world with myriad
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  Speaker 1: spears of awful splendor. There across the night in ever Anon,
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  Speaker 1: a shadowy spectral pack of gleaming eyes and panting, lurid
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  Speaker 1: tongues haunted the lone horizon towards the south. Then life
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  Speaker 1: ebbed lower in the bravest heart, and spake the leader.
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  Speaker 1: If in ten more days we chance on nothing, then
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  Speaker 1: will we return and set our faces once more to
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  Speaker 1: the south. For that dread land began to close us
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  Speaker 1: in with cold and hunger, bit at our poor limbs,
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  Speaker 1: till life grew there a feeble, flickering flame amid the
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  Speaker 1: snows in ice floes of that land. Then ten days
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  Speaker 1: crept out, shrunk in gray, and wan with nothing but
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  Speaker 1: the lonely, haunted waste. Then spake the leader. If in
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  Speaker 1: five more days, then parceled out those five gray, haggard days,
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  Speaker 1: while life to me grew like an ebbing tide that
• 2:07:41
  Speaker 1: surged far out from some dread deathlike strand in a
• 2:07:47
  Speaker 1: horror came upon me, like the night that seemed to
• 2:07:51
  Speaker 1: gird the world in desolate walls, then spake the leader.
• 2:07:56
  Speaker 1: If in three more days, but when the third day waned,
• 2:08:02
  Speaker 1: we came at last unto the shores of some dread
• 2:08:06
  Speaker 1: lonely sea that gloomed to north and night, and far beyond,
• 2:08:12
  Speaker 1: where ruined straits and headlands loomed and sank, there seemed
• 2:08:18
  Speaker 1: the awful endings of the world, Then spake the leader.
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  Speaker 1: Let us go not yet, but stay a little ere.
• 2:08:29
  Speaker 1: We turn us south, perchance poor souls, they might be
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  Speaker 1: somewhere here. And then to me you go, for you
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  Speaker 1: are young and strong, and life throbs quickest in your veins,
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  Speaker 1: and you have eyes more strong to see for hours
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  Speaker 1: are dimmed by the dread frost midst of this land,
• 2:08:54
  Speaker 1: and creep out there beyond, yond gleaming ledge, and bring
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  Speaker 1: me word of what you there may see. And if
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  Speaker 1: you meet no sign of master sail or haul, or wreck,
• 2:09:09
  Speaker 1: or mark of living soul, then we will turn our
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  Speaker 1: faces to the south, For this great ocean's vastness hems
• 2:09:17
  Speaker 1: us in and death here nightly creeps from strand to strand,
• 2:09:23
  Speaker 1: and binds with girth of black the gleaming world. Then,
• 2:09:29
  Speaker 1: whispering madness, madness to the dark, I crept me fearful
• 2:09:37
  Speaker 1: o'er that gleaming ledge, and saw butt night and awful
• 2:09:42
  Speaker 1: gulfs of dark and weird ice mountains looming desolate there
• 2:09:50
  Speaker 1: and far beyond the vastness of that sea. And then,
• 2:09:55
  Speaker 1: oh God, why died I not that hour amid the
• 2:10:00
  Speaker 1: gleaming flows far up that shore, so far it seemed
• 2:10:05
  Speaker 1: that man's foot scarce could go the certain tapering outline
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  Speaker 1: of a mast in one small patch of rag. And
• 2:10:16
  Speaker 1: then I felt no man could ever live to reach
• 2:10:20
  Speaker 1: that place, And horror seized me of that haunted world,
• 2:10:26
  Speaker 1: that I should die there and be froze for a
• 2:10:30
  Speaker 1: amid the ice core of its awful heart. Then crept
• 2:10:35
  Speaker 1: I back, the weak ghost of a life, a miserable, shaking,
• 2:10:40
  Speaker 1: coffined fear, and spake. I saw but ice and winds
• 2:10:46
  Speaker 1: and dark, and the dread vastness of that desolate sea.
• 2:10:53
  Speaker 1: Again he spake, creep out once more in look Perchanture's
• 2:10:58
  Speaker 1: sight was miss led by the gleam. And then once
• 2:11:03
  Speaker 1: more I crept out on that ledge and saw again
• 2:11:07
  Speaker 1: the night and awful dark, and that poor beckoning mast
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  Speaker 1: that haunts me yet, And as I lay, those moments
• 2:11:17
  Speaker 1: seemed to grow as men have felt in looking down
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  Speaker 1: long years. And there I chose TwixT evil and the good,
• 2:11:27
  Speaker 1: and took the evil. Then began my hell, and back
• 2:11:32
  Speaker 1: I crept with that black lye on lips and spake again.
• 2:11:37
  Speaker 1: I only saw the night and those weird mountains and
• 2:11:41
  Speaker 1: the awful deep. At that, he moaned and spake, poor souls,
• 2:11:49
  Speaker 1: Poor souls. Then they are doomed, if ever men were doomed.
• 2:11:57
  Speaker 1: Where at a sudden great auroral flame filled all the heaven, lighting, waste,
• 2:12:04
  Speaker 1: and sea, and came a wondrous shock across the world,
• 2:12:08
  Speaker 1: like sounds of far off battle where hosts die as
• 2:12:13
  Speaker 1: if God thundered back mine awful lie, and I fell
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  Speaker 1: in a heap where all was black. When next I lived,
• 2:12:23
  Speaker 1: we were full three days south, and two had died
• 2:12:27
  Speaker 1: upon that dreadful march. The memory came, and I went
• 2:12:32
  Speaker 1: laughing mad, but kept mine awful secret to this hour.
• 2:12:40
  Speaker 1: No priest, you can do nothing. Pain like mine must
• 2:12:46
  Speaker 1: smolder out in its own agony till there be nought
• 2:12:51
  Speaker 1: but ashes at the last. But something mid the pauses
• 2:12:57
  Speaker 1: of the dark doth teach me that I am not
• 2:13:01
  Speaker 1: all alone. For I have dreamed, in my dread maddest hour,
• 2:13:07
  Speaker 1: an awful shadow, blacker than my black went ever with me,
• 2:13:14
  Speaker 1: hearkened to me. Now, I never felt a hand or
• 2:13:18
  Speaker 1: saw a face. I never knew a comfort more than sleep.
• 2:13:23
  Speaker 1: The winters they are only barren snows in age is hard,
• 2:13:30
  Speaker 1: and death waits at the last. But I have felt,
• 2:13:35
  Speaker 1: in some dim, shapeless way, as memories long remembered after youth,
• 2:13:43
  Speaker 1: the back of all there some mighty will, beyond the
• 2:13:47
  Speaker 1: little dreams that we are here, beyond the misery of
• 2:13:51
  Speaker 1: our days and years, beyond the utmost system's utmost rim
• 2:13:57
  Speaker 1: where wrinkled suns in awful blackness, whim a wondrous mercy
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  Speaker 1: that is working still. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 12: Her Look by William Wilfred Campbell readfurliberbox dot Org by
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  Speaker 12: Kathleen Time they set his fingers there, fix the smiles
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  Speaker 12: that curve about her winsome mouth, and touch her hair.
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  Speaker 12: Put the curves of youth to rout. But the something
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  Speaker 12: God put there, that which drew me to her first.
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  Speaker 12: Not the EMPs of pain and care. Not all sorrows,
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  Speaker 12: fiends accursed can kill the look that God put there,
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  Speaker 12: something beautiful and rare. Nothing common can destroy, not all
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  Speaker 12: the leaden mode of care, not all the dross of
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  Speaker 12: earth's alloy. Better than all fame or gold. True is
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  Speaker 12: only God's own truth. It is something all heartshold who
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  Speaker 12: have loved once in their youth. That sweet look her
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  Speaker 12: face doth hold. Thus will ever be to me joy, mail,
• 2:15:06
  Speaker 12: her pinions, fold, care may come and misery through the
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  Speaker 12: days of mirk and shine, though the roads be foul
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  Speaker 12: or fair, I will see through loves glad in that
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  Speaker 12: sweet look that God put there. End a poem. This
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  Speaker 12: recording is in the public domain. The Wayfarer by William
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  Speaker 12: Wilfred Campbell read for Laborbox dot Org by Kathleen. He
• 2:15:36
  Speaker 12: woke with the downing, met eyes with the sun, and
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  Speaker 12: drank the wild rapture of living begun. But he went
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  Speaker 12: with the moment to follow the clue. Ere the first
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  Speaker 12: red of downing had drunk the blue deo. Follow him,
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  Speaker 12: Follow him where the world will under the sunlight by
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  Speaker 12: meadow and hill down the blue distance, round the world's rim,
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  Speaker 12: where the hosts of the future are horning for him.
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  Speaker 12: Follow him, Call to him, Pray to him sweet, Tell
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  Speaker 12: him the morning is fresh for his feet. Sing him
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  Speaker 12: the rapture, the glamour, the gleam of pearly dew, azure
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  Speaker 12: that curtains the stream, Sing the glad thrush note that
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  Speaker 12: never knew pain. But sing him and call him and
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  Speaker 12: pray him in vain. For ere the red dew drop
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  Speaker 12: in sunlight was pearled. He heard that mad ocean that
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  Speaker 12: whelms the world. YEA heard that voice calling pass sunlight
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  Speaker 12: and dew, that rarest alluringest ever heart knew, that siren
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  Speaker 12: of sunrise, that weaver of songs. Till the heart of
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  Speaker 12: man hearkens and gladdens and longs till o'er the blue
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  Speaker 12: distance as opens the rose, the yearning impulsion of all
• 2:16:44
  Speaker 12: his life goes, and many a dragon chimera so grim
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  Speaker 12: down the dream of the morning is vanquished by him.
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  Speaker 12: Yea sing to him, call him through heartache in vain.
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  Speaker 12: But the gladdest day wakened to glory must wean, and
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  Speaker 12: the noonday he longed for to fierce light will burn,
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  Speaker 12: and the battles he wages grow bitter and stern, and
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  Speaker 12: the search of life sink to the moan of a bar,
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  Speaker 12: and the hopes of the morning grow hollow and far,
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  Speaker 12: and the road that he follows less luring and true,
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  Speaker 12: till he longs for a whiff of the morning he knew,
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  Speaker 12: For he hears thy far singing, That lure is not
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  Speaker 12: in vain, till he comes to thy beauty of dawning again.
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  Speaker 12: But the roads of returning are never the same as
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  Speaker 12: the sweet, dewy meadows of morning we came. But the
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  Speaker 12: song of alluring, as ever as true, to lead the
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  Speaker 12: heart back to the beauty he knew, and vain the
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  Speaker 12: mad magic where life's glories burn. For the heart of
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  Speaker 12: the yearner who longs to return, for he hears that
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  Speaker 12: voice calling, voiced never in vain to world heart a
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  Speaker 12: weary for all dreamings fain, and he hears the low grasses,
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  Speaker 12: the green tents of sod, from rough trees of slumber,
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  Speaker 12: as voices of God, and the spinning and turning of madness.
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  Speaker 12: A main fai d out from his dreaming as night
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  Speaker 12: from the pain, when the rosy red splendor and dew
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  Speaker 12: dreams impearled from ashes of slumber, lifts over the world. YEA,
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  Speaker 12: back from those echoes of bugles that blew heart, weary,
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  Speaker 12: life broken, He wanders to you, YEA, back to his truest,
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  Speaker 12: those far broken gleams of that rosy red morning lit
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  Speaker 12: house of his dreams, where all hours were splendid and
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  Speaker 12: all hearts held true in those glory lid visions of beauty.
• 2:18:32
  Speaker 12: And you, yea call to him, cried to him, mother
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  Speaker 12: of all, You lit his youth's torches, you saw their
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  Speaker 12: flames fall, You loved him upheldum, this child of thy breast,
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  Speaker 12: and now give him curcese in dreamings and rest. Thy
• 2:18:47
  Speaker 12: note was the one note he heard in the fray
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  Speaker 12: that bore him far out in the heat of the day.
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  Speaker 12: Thy call is the one call that beckons him home.
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  Speaker 12: When day fires darkened by forest and foam, when o'er
• 2:19:00
  Speaker 12: all the heartache, the vision's untrue love draws her dim
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  Speaker 12: curtains of dusk, fire and dew, while the bells ring
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  Speaker 12: for slumber, as out of the deep, completing those velvet
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  Speaker 12: winged spirits of sleep. And there at thy doorways of slumber,
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  Speaker 12: he stands like him of all horror, and sees his
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  Speaker 12: heart's lands, and under the white awe of planets that swim,
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  Speaker 12: nose downing, and even as one world to him. End
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  Speaker 12: at poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 13: To the Ottawa by William Wilfrid Campbell, read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 13: dot org by Lady K July twentieth, twenty seventeen, Lethbridge, Alberta, Canada.
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  Speaker 13: Out of the northern wastes, lands of winter and death,
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  Speaker 13: regions of ruin and age, spaces of solitude lost, you
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  Speaker 13: wash and thunder and sweep and dream and sparkle and creep, turbulent, luminous,
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  Speaker 13: large scion of thunder and frost, down past woodland and waste,
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  Speaker 13: lone as the haunting of even of shriveled and wind
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  Speaker 13: moaning night, When winter hath whizened the world down past
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  Speaker 13: hamlet and town by marshes, by forests that frown, brimming
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  Speaker 13: their desolate banks. Your tides to the ocean are hurled.
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  Speaker 13: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Departure by William Wilfrid Campbell, read for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 1: by Nemo. Departure Old House, now ruined, wrecked and gray. Home,
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  Speaker 1: once enshrined of love's delight and all glad promise of
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  Speaker 1: the May, now hushed in shades of wintry night, once
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  Speaker 1: garment of a thousand loves, now but a shroud of
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  Speaker 1: glooming stone. While sad October moans and robs Old House,
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  Speaker 1: Old House, We are alone. We are alone, yea, you
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  Speaker 1: and I, who dreamed old summers in their prime, now
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  Speaker 1: sad and late to see them die along this ruined
• 2:21:49
  Speaker 1: verge of time. Old rooms now empty, once so bright,
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  Speaker 1: staircases climbed of bladdening feet, dark wind, windows erstwhile filled
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  Speaker 1: with light, were now but rains of autumn beat where
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  Speaker 1: now but lorn months. Call and call and see in
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  Speaker 1: gust and night, Complain with ghosts, bows shadowing on the wall,
• 2:22:16
  Speaker 1: or dead vines knocking at the pain old place, whose ceilings,
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  Speaker 1: walls and floors still redolent of love and may once more,
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  Speaker 1: once more I leave your doors into the night. I
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  Speaker 1: take my way, huge, yawning hearths, once flaming bright on
• 2:22:38
  Speaker 1: many a well loved face and form, long gathered out
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  Speaker 1: into the night to meet the vastness and the storm,
• 2:22:47
  Speaker 1: into the night, where I too go beyond your sheltering
• 2:22:52
  Speaker 1: walls and doors, where death's october drives his woe over
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  Speaker 1: a thousand midnight. More beyond your sheltering, where I beat
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  Speaker 1: to sleep with stars of dark or gleamed, or breast
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  Speaker 1: the night of moan and sleet, to meet that morn
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  Speaker 1: a world hath dreamed, hath dreamed, hope, hungering heart, hath read,
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  Speaker 1: and carold morning lifted lark yea, back of all this
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  Speaker 1: muffled dread. Perchance some splendor rifts the dark, yea, though
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  Speaker 1: no magic reached its gleams, nor heart of doubting provatrue
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  Speaker 1: old house, beloved of my dead dreams, while I go
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  Speaker 1: forth from love and you and a poem. This recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: faithOn by William Wilfrid Campbell read LibriVox dot org by
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  Speaker 3: Chris Bars Faathon I Faathon dwelling in that golden house
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  Speaker 3: which Ephaistos did build for my great sire, Old Helios,
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  Speaker 3: King of glowing heaven and day, knowing his life but
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  Speaker 3: mortal in its span, hedged in by pulling youth and
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  Speaker 3: palsied age, where poor men crawl like insects, knowing pain
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  Speaker 3: and mighty sorrows, to the gates of death. Besought the
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  Speaker 3: God my father, by his love, to grant me that
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  Speaker 3: which I did long foremost of all things great in
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  Speaker 3: earth and heaven and sea, the which he granting, in
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  Speaker 3: his mighty love of all things splendid under the splendid
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  Speaker 3: sky built of old by toil of ancient gods, to
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  Speaker 3: me the dearest, for one round golden day, to stand
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  Speaker 3: in his great chariot built of fire, and chase the
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  Speaker 3: rosy hours from dawn to dusk, guiding his fleeting steeds
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  Speaker 3: o'er Heaven's floors. He gave to me no God yet
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  Speaker 3: brake his word, speaking to me in sorrow, O, my son,
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  Speaker 3: know what thy foolish pride hath made for thee that
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  Speaker 3: mortal life, which is to men a span from childhood
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  Speaker 3: unto youth, and manhood's prime, reaching on out a happy
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  Speaker 3: old in age. For THEE must shrink into one woeful day.
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  Speaker 3: For O, my son, impetuous in thy pride, who would
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  Speaker 3: be as the gods and ape their ways and sacrilegion,
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  Speaker 3: leave thy mortal bounds, know thou must die upon that
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  Speaker 3: baleful day, that terrible day of days. Thou mountest up
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  Speaker 3: to ride that chariot never mortal road, and drive those
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  Speaker 3: steeds that never man hath driven. Then I, my father,
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  Speaker 3: know me, thine own son. Better to me to live
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  Speaker 3: one day a god going out in some great flame
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  Speaker 3: of death, than live in this weary life of common men, misunderstood, misunderstanding,
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  Speaker 3: still half wakeful, moving dimly in a dream confuse. Phantasmic
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  Speaker 3: men call history chasing the circles of the perishing suns,
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  Speaker 3: the summers and dim winters, hating all heart eaten for
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  Speaker 3: longing ne'er attain'd, despising all things named of earth or
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  Speaker 3: heaven or mortal birth, that they should ever be knowing.
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  Speaker 3: Within this mystery of my being, this curbed heredity, lies
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  Speaker 3: a latent dream of some old, vanished, vanished lease of being,
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  Speaker 3: when life was life and man's soul lived its hour, uncurbed, uncabined,
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  Speaker 3: like the mighty gods, vast, splendid, capable and herculean, to
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  Speaker 3: drain the golden beaker of his days. Thus, I, my father,
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  Speaker 3: I am overweary, chain'd in this summer plot of circumstance,
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  Speaker 3: beaten by fearful custom, childish chidden, hounded of cruel wolves
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  Speaker 3: of superstition, and rounded by a petty wall of time,
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  Speaker 3: plotting the dreary years that wend there round aping the sleeping,
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  Speaker 3: sensual life of beasts, fearful of all things dreaded, mostly death, past, pain,
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  Speaker 3: and age, in all their misried end, where all must rot,
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  Speaker 3: whose smile and weep and sleep, and be a part
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  Speaker 3: of all this grim corruption. Nay better to me than
• 2:28:40
  Speaker 3: the long measure draft, trickling out through many anxious years,
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  Speaker 3: iron eaten, haggard to the place of death, to drain
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  Speaker 3: my flagon of life in one glad draft. To live,
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  Speaker 3: to love, aspire, and tear all things be all I
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  Speaker 3: am and others ought, to be real man or demi god,
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  Speaker 3: to blossom my rose, to scale my heights, to live
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  Speaker 3: my vastest dream, to climb, to be, and then, if
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  Speaker 3: chance my fate to greatly fall, then my great father,
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  Speaker 3: laden with woe, Divine my son, take thou thy way,
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  Speaker 3: as thou hast chosen. Thus twill be to thee, and
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  Speaker 3: passing darkened down his god like face and shadowed splendor.
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  Speaker 3: Thence for evermore twas night, ambrosial down the orient, meads
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  Speaker 3: with stars like winking pearls, far studding heaven and dews,
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  Speaker 3: all glorious on the bending, stem odorous passionate as the
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  Speaker 3: rose of sleep, half budded on the throbbing heart of night,
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  Speaker 3: and in the east a glowing sapphire gloom'd when I
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  Speaker 3: awoke and lifted up mine eyes and saw through rose
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  Speaker 3: and gold and vermal dyes and splendid mists of azure,
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  Speaker 3: hung with pearl half hid, half seen, as life would apprehend,
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  Speaker 3: as in a sleep, the presence of dim death and
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  Speaker 3: fate and terrible gods, the car of day, like morn
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  Speaker 3: within the morning, glad it hung, light, hid in light, swift,
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  Speaker 3: blinding all who saw, dazzled, its presence, motionless though vibrate,
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  Speaker 3: where it did swing athwart the deep well'd night, the
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  Speaker 3: heart of morning, in the folds of dark, pulsating sleep
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  Speaker 3: and conquering death with life so glowed its glory, folded,
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  Speaker 3: cloud in cloud, gold within azure, purple, shunt in gold,
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  Speaker 3: the bud of morning, pulsing air at break and spill
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  Speaker 3: its splendors. Many vermil died, reddening ocean to his utmost
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  Speaker 3: rim Here charmed dreams and drowsed magic, hung and winged
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  Speaker 3: hopes and rosy joys afloat filled all the air. And
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  Speaker 3: I was quick aware that this was life, and this
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  Speaker 3: mine hour supreme to seize and act and be won
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  Speaker 3: with the gods, so dreamed, I reckless when to think
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  Speaker 3: to act, and mov'd elate with swift life, flaming, steep
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  Speaker 3: athwart the meadow's buddy asphodels, song on my lip and
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  Speaker 3: life at heart and eye exultant, breathing flame of pride
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  Speaker 3: and power. Joy rose and sang a bird across the fields.
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  Speaker 3: Hope's rosy wing shot, trembling to the blue and courage
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  Speaker 3: with dauntless steps. Before me went brushed with veils of
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  Speaker 3: fierce cobwebby fires, And there before me sprawled grim, ancient power,
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  Speaker 3: a hideous ethiop, huge in sudden sleep, the golden reins
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  Speaker 3: clutched in his titan hands. I snatched, leaped, shouted, Morning
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  Speaker 3: rose in flame, and ashweed paled to lily, lily blushed
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  Speaker 3: to ruddy crocus, crocus flame to rose, and out of
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  Speaker 3: all borne on the floors of light, I floated, gloried
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  Speaker 3: up the orient walls, and all things woke and sang
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  Speaker 3: of conquering day, higher yet higher, out of fiery mists
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  Speaker 3: filling those meadows of the dew built dawn, gloried and
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  Speaker 3: glorying power clutched in my hand, wreathed about in terrible splendors,
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  Speaker 3: I drave, glowing the dawn's gold coursers champing steam of
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  Speaker 3: snow and pearly foam from golden bridles forged in blue
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  Speaker 3: Edolian forges of the night. Beaten on steely anvils of
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  Speaker 3: the stars, these champing reared their fetlocks, breathing flame in
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  Speaker 3: red dew. Draining lances thundered on whelming night as golden
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  Speaker 3: stair by stair, they climb'd the glimmering bridgeway of the day,
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  Speaker 3: far under, Wreathed in mists, old oceans swayed, and cyclops
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  Speaker 3: like the bearded mountains hung. Vast shining rivers, with their
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  Speaker 3: brimming floors and broad curved courses, gleamed and glanced and
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  Speaker 3: shone and loneliness and gloom and gray despair, with somber hauntings,
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  Speaker 3: fled to shuddering night. Hidden in caves and coral glooms
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  Speaker 3: of seas. Low down the east, the morn's ambrosial meads
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  Speaker 3: sank in soft splendors sphering out below, gilded in mourning,
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  Speaker 3: anchored the patient earth, mountain and valley, ocean and wide plain,
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  Speaker 3: opening to dawn's young footsteps, where we wheeled and blossomed
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  Speaker 3: wide the rosebud of the day. Glory was mine, but
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  Speaker 3: greater sense of power, nor marred by fear. As loftyer.
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  Speaker 3: We climbed with glinting hoofs that clanged the azure bridge
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  Speaker 3: that arched from dawning up to flaming noon. Dauntless my soul,
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  Speaker 3: and fiery glad my heart, and vastness, vastness sang through
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  Speaker 3: all my being, as gloved with adamant, I guided on
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  Speaker 3: the day's red courses up their flaming hill to reach
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  Speaker 3: the mighty keystone of the day. All things conspired to
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  Speaker 3: build my upward road. The fitful winds of morning, the
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  Speaker 3: soft clouds that fleece like swept my cheek, the azure
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  Speaker 3: glint of ocean, swaying, restless on his rim, where slept
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  Speaker 3: the continents like a serpent, curled in sleep, Leviathan huge
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  Speaker 3: about the world. Then sudden all my waking turned to
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  Speaker 3: dream a madness, wherein hideous all things hung, thought fled,
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  Speaker 3: confused and awful apprehension shadowed my spirit. Power and reason
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  Speaker 3: fled and maddening. Day's red courses thundered on, uncurbed, unguided
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  Speaker 3: by my palsied hand. Then with loud ruin blundering, from
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  Speaker 3: the bridge through space went swaying, now high up, now down,
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  Speaker 3: scattering conflagration and fierce death or Earth shrunk verges from
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  Speaker 3: their scorching, scarred Time fled in terror. Forests shriveled up.
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  Speaker 3: Ocean drew back and shudderings to his caves. Huge mountains
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  Speaker 3: shook and rumbled to their base. Great streams dried up,
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  Speaker 3: old cities smoked and fell, and all life met confusion
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  Speaker 3: and despair and dread annihilation. Then the gods, pitying wrecked
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  Speaker 3: nature in their sudden vengeance. Me impious, hurled from out
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  Speaker 3: my dizzying height. Time vanished, Reason swooned and left her throne,
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  Speaker 3: and darkness wrapped me as I shuddering, fell, oblivion, clouded
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  Speaker 3: to the plunging seas. Ocean received me, folding in her deeps,
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  Speaker 3: cooling and emerald. Here in coral dreams, I rest and
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  Speaker 3: cure me, never wholly waking, filled with one splendor, fumbling
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  Speaker 3: in a dream as waves do fumble all about a
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  Speaker 3: cave for one clear memory of that one high day
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  Speaker 3: I failed was more mortal. Where I climbed, I fell,
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  Speaker 3: But all else little matters. Life was mine. I dreamed,
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  Speaker 3: I dared, I grappled with I fell, and here I
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  Speaker 3: live it over in my dreams. All things may pass,
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  Speaker 3: decline and come to naught. Death whelm life as day
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  Speaker 3: engulfed in dark. But I have greatly lived, have greatly dared,
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  Speaker 3: and death will never wholly wrap me round and black
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  Speaker 3: me in its terrors. I am made one with the future,
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  Speaker 3: dwelling in the dreams and memories, dread of envious gods
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  Speaker 3: and men. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 3: public domain.
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  Speaker 11: The Bee Wlliam Wilfrid Campbell read forlibrivox dot Org by
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  Speaker 11: Amma Charlotte Glad Music of the Summer's Heart, jargoning from
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  Speaker 11: flower to flower, A part of each unconscious hour until
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  Speaker 11: the happy days depart, Thou dreamlike toiler of the fields,
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  Speaker 11: each honeyed spot. Thou knowest well where Nature's heart, her
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  Speaker 11: sweetness yields some ruined trunk thy citadel. There buildest a
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  Speaker 11: home for winter's hour, in some lone sunlight haunted place,
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  Speaker 11: when all the year is at its power, and June's
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  Speaker 11: high tide on bank and bower mirrors in blossom's nature's
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  Speaker 11: face at early morn by breathing wood, or in some
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  Speaker 11: dewy cloth dell, tuning the young day's solitude, Or down
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  Speaker 11: the slumbrous afternoon, rich freighted winge'st thy tuneful way, self musing, murmurous,
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  Speaker 11: musical amid the whole world's dreamy soon soul voice of
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  Speaker 11: all the drowsed day, until the gradual shadows fall. Then
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  Speaker 11: by some lonely pasture fell at ruddy eve, when homeward
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  Speaker 11: come past deepening shade or fading ray, the weary children
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  Speaker 11: of the day. I hear thy, joyous, drowsy hum, till
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  Speaker 11: stars peep out and woods breathe low, and sounds of
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  Speaker 11: human toil grow dumb and night the blessed comes apace,
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  Speaker 11: bending to Earth's her cooling face, while air's across the
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  Speaker 11: dark outflow then rocked on some glad blossom's breast. Thou
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  Speaker 11: dreamest to rest when summer wanes to autumn's age, and
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  Speaker 11: come the days of fate and rage, Oh, happy humming bee.
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  Speaker 11: Then wilt thous sink to wintry sleep. When storms are
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  Speaker 11: hoarse along the deep, in hush tranquility, No more wilt
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  Speaker 11: wind thy subtle horn, by dreamy eve or misty morn,
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  Speaker 11: when trees are leafless pastures shore ar me, me ar me?
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  Speaker 11: Could we, like thee go down the days of summer
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  Speaker 11: hush to autumn haze, housing with what we built before,
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  Speaker 11: the gold of all our memories, store and garner at thought.
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  Speaker 11: So when the bleak December's hate beat round the bastions
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  Speaker 11: of our fate, we wrapped in wealth of honeyed dreams,
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  Speaker 11: of kindlier visions far off streams might heed it not.
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  Speaker 11: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: The Children of the Foam by William Wilfrid Campbell read
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  Speaker 1: for LibriVox dot Org by Nemo. The Children of the
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  Speaker 1: Foam out forever and forever, where our trusses glint and
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  Speaker 1: shiver on the icy moonlit air. Come we from a
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  Speaker 1: land of gloaming children, lost, forever, homing, never never reaching there,
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  Speaker 1: Ride we ever faster, driven by our demon master, the
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  Speaker 1: wild wind, in his despair. Ride we ride, we ever home,
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  Speaker 1: wan white children of the Foam. In the wild October dawning,
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  Speaker 1: when the heaven's angry awning leans to lakeward, bleak and drear,
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  Speaker 1: and along the black wet ledges, under icy caverned edges,
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  Speaker 1: breaks the lake, and maddened fear in the woods and
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  Speaker 1: shore are moaning. Then you hear are weird and toning,
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  Speaker 1: mad late children of the year. Ride we ride, we
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  Speaker 1: ever home, lost white children of the foam, all gray day,
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  Speaker 1: the black sky, under where the beeches moan and thunder,
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  Speaker 1: with the breaker spume and comb. You may hear our riding, riding.
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  Speaker 1: You may hear our voices chiding under glimmer, under gloam,
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  Speaker 1: like a far off infant wailing. You may hear our hailing,
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  Speaker 1: hailing for the voices of our home. Ride we ride,
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  Speaker 1: we ever home, haunted children of the Foam. And at midnight,
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  Speaker 1: when the glimmer of the moon grows dank and dimmer,
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  Speaker 1: then we lift our gleaming eyes then you see our
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  Speaker 1: white arms tossing, our wan breasts, the moon embossing under
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  Speaker 1: gloom of lake and skies. You may hear our mournful chanting,
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  Speaker 1: and our voices haunting, haunting through the night's mad melodies.
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  Speaker 1: Riding riding ever home, wild white children of the Foam.
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  Speaker 1: There forever and forever will no demon, hate, dissever peace
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  Speaker 1: and sleep and rest and dream. There is neither fear
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  Speaker 1: nor fret there when the tired children get There, only
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  Speaker 1: dews and pallid beam fallen, gentle peace and sad madness
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  Speaker 1: over long surcease of madness from hush guies that gleam
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  Speaker 1: and gleam, and the long for sought for home of
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  Speaker 1: the children of the Foam. There the streets are hushed
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  Speaker 1: and RESTful, and of dreams is every breastful with a
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  Speaker 1: sleep the tired eyes wear. There the city hath long
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  Speaker 1: quiet from the madness and the riot, from the failing
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  Speaker 1: hearts of care, balm of peacefulness and gliding dream we
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  Speaker 1: through our riding, riding as we homeward, homeward, fair riding,
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  Speaker 1: riding ever home, wild white children of the Foam, under
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  Speaker 1: pallid moonlight, beaming under stars of midnight gleaming and the
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  Speaker 1: ebon arch of night. Round the rosy edge of morning,
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  Speaker 1: you may hear our distant horning. You may mark our
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  Speaker 1: phantom flow, riding, riding ever faster, driven by our demon master,
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  Speaker 1: under darkness, under light ride we ride, we ever home,
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  Speaker 1: wild white children of the Foam end of poem. This
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  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain. How one Winter Came
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  Speaker 1: by William Wilfrid Campbell read for Libervox doadowerg by Nemo.
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  Speaker 1: How one winter came in the Lake region. For weeks
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  Speaker 1: and weeks the autumn world stood still, clothed, and in
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  Speaker 1: the shadow of a smoky haze. The fields were dead.
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  Speaker 1: The wind had lost its will, and all the lands
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  Speaker 1: were hushed by wood and hill. In those gray, withered days,
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  Speaker 1: behind a mist, the blear sun rose and set at night.
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  Speaker 1: The moon would nestle in a cloud. The fisherman, a
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  Speaker 1: ghost did cast his net. The lake its shores forgot
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  Speaker 1: to chafe and fret, and hushed its caverns loud. Far
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  Speaker 1: in the smoky woods, the birds were mute, save that
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  Speaker 1: from blackened tree a jay would scream, Or far in
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  Speaker 1: swamps the lizard's lonesome lute would pipe in thirst, or
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  Speaker 1: by some narlid root. The tree toad trilled his dream
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  Speaker 1: from day to day, still hushed the season's mood. The
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  Speaker 1: streams stayed, and their runnels shrunk, and dry, suns rose
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  Speaker 1: aghast by wave and shore and wood. In all the world,
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  Speaker 1: with ominous silence, stood in weird expectancy. When one strange night,
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  Speaker 1: the sun like blood went down, flooding the heavens in
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  Speaker 1: a ruddy hue. Red grew the lake, the sere fields
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  Speaker 1: parched and brown. Red grew the marshes where the creeks
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  Speaker 1: stole down. But never a wind breath blew. That night.
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  Speaker 1: I felt the winter in my veins, a joyous tremor
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  Speaker 1: of the icy glow, and woke to hear the north's wild,
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  Speaker 1: vibrant strains, while far and wide by withered woods and
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  Speaker 1: plains fast fell the driving snow and a poem. This
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  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain. End of Beyond the
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  Speaker 1: Hills of Dream by William Wilfrid Campbell