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[ { "id": "large/8902/celtictwilight_1408_librivox_64kb_mp3/celtictwilight_23_yeats_64kb_6", "recording_id": "large/8902/celtictwilight_1408_librivox_64kb_mp3/celtictwilight_23_yeats_64kb", "start": 0, "duration": 8.92, "channel": 0, "language": "English", "speaker": "8902", "custom": { "texts": [ "Did not the wise Porphyry think that all souls come to be born because of water, and that 'even the generation of images in the mind is from water'?", "DID NOT THE WISE PORPHYRY THINK THAT ALL SOULS COME TO BE BORN BECAUSE OF WATER AND THAT EVEN THE GENERATION OF IMAGES IN THE MIND IS FROM WATER" ], "pre_texts": [ "d, and that the fire has ^iven them a little of its nature ; and I am certain that the water, the water of the seas and of lakes and of mist and rain, has all but made the Irish after its image. Images form themselves in our minds per- petually as if they were reflected in some pool. We gave ourselves up in old times to mythology, and saw the Gods every- where. We talked to them face to face, and the stories of that communion are so i35 The many that I think they outnumber all the Celtic J . ; Twilight, hke stones of all the rest of Europe. Even to-day our country people speak with the dead and with some who per- haps have never died as we understand death ; and even our educated people pass without great difficulty into the condition of quiet that is the condition of vision. We can make our minds so like still water that beings gather about us that they may see, it may be, their own images, and so live for a moment with a clearer, perhaps even with a fiercer life because of our quiet.", "IR CENTURIES OF PIOUS OBSERVANCE HAVE BEEN REWARDED AND THAT THE FIRE HAS GIVEN THEM A LITTLE OF ITS NATURE AND I AM CERTAIN THAT THE WATER THE WATER OF THE SEAS AND OF LAKES AND OF MIST AND RAIN HAS ALL BUT MADE THE IRISH AFTER ITS IMAGE IMAGES FORM THEMSELVES IN OUR MINDS PERPETUALLY AS IF THEY WERE REFLECTED IN SOME POOL WE GAVE OURSELVES UP IN THE OLD TIMES TO MYTHOLOGY AND SAW THE GODS EVERYWHERE WE TALKED TO THEM FACE TO FACE AND THE STORIES OF THAT COMMUNION ARE SO MANY THAT I THINK THEY OUTNUMBER ALL THE LIKE STORIES OF ALL THE REST OF EUROPE EVEN TO DAY OUR COUNTRY PEOPLE SPEAK WITH THE DEAD AND WITH SOME WHO PERHAPS HAVE NEVER DIED AS WE UNDERSTAND DEATH AND EVEN OUR EDUCATED PEOPLE PASS WITHOUT GREAT DIFFICULTY INTO THE CONDITION OF QUIET THAT IS THE CONDITION OF VISION WE CAN MAKE OUR MINDS SO LIKE STILL WATER THAT BEINGS GATHER ABOUT US THAT THEY MAY SEE IT MAY BE THEIR OWN IMAGES AND SO LIVE FOR A MOMENT WITH A CLEARER PERHAPS EVEN WITH A FIERCER LIFE BECAUSE OF OUR QUIET" ], "begin_byte": 126487, "end_byte": 126635 } } ]

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[ { "id": "large/8934/worshipper_image_1410_librivox_64kb_mp3/worshipperimage_03_legallienne_64kb_107", "recording_id": "large/8934/worshipper_image_1410_librivox_64kb_mp3/worshipperimage_03_legallienne_64kb", "start": 0, "duration": 18.84, "channel": 0, "language": "English", "speaker": "8934", "custom": { "texts": [ "Was not God created of all pure overflows of the human soul, the kind light of human eyes that not all the suffering of the world can exhaust, the idealism of the human spirit that not all the infamies of natural law can dismay?", "WAS NOT GOD CREATED OF ALL PURE OVERFLOWS OF THE HUMAN SOUL THE KIND LIGHT OF HUMAN EYES THAT NOT ALL THE SUFFERING OF THE WORLD CAN EXHAUST THE IDEALISM OF THE HUMAN SPIRIT THAT NOT ALL THE INFAMIES OF NATURAL LAW CAN DISMAY" ], "pre_texts": [ "ause we were being drawn apart. Perhaps it was to save our love that little Wonder died—\" Antony looked at Beatrice; half as one looks at a child, and half as one might look at an angel. \"Beatrice,\" he said tenderly, \"you believe in God.\" \"All women believe in God,\" answered Beatrice. \"Yes,\" said Antony musingly, and with no thought of irony, \"it is that which makes you women.\" CHAPTER XVII ANTONY ALONE ON THE HILLS But although Beatrice might forgive Antony, from himself came no forgiveness. He hid his remorse from her, sparing the mother-wound in her heart—but always when he was walking alone he kept saying to himself: \"I have lost our little Wonder. I killed our little Wonder.\" One day he climbed up the highest hill within reach, and there leaned into the enormous silence, that he might cry it aloud for God to hear— God!—poor little Beatrice, what God was there to hear! To look at Beatrice one might indeed believe in God—and yet was it not Beatrice who had made God in her own image?", "IS TIME BECAUSE WE WERE BEING DRAWN APART PERHAPS IT WAS TO SAVE OUR LOVE THAT LITTLE WONDER DIED ANTONY LOOKED AT BEATRICE HALF AS ONE LOOKS AT A CHILD AND HALF AS ONE MIGHT LOOK AT AN ANGEL BEATRICE HE SAID TENDERLY YOU BELIEVE IN GOD ALL WOMEN BELIEVE IN GOD ANSWERED BEATRICE YES SAID ANTHONY MUSINGLY AND WITH NO THOUGHT OF IRONY IT IS THAT WHICH MAKES YOU WOMEN END OF CHAPTER SIXTEEN CHAPTER SEVENTEEN ANTONY ALONE ON THE HILLS BUT ALTHOUGH BEATRICE MIGHT FORGIVE ANTONY FROM HIMSELF CAME NO FORGIVENESS HE HID HIS REMORSE FROM HER SPARING THE MOTHER WOUND IN HER HEART BUT ALWAYS WHEN HE WAS WALKING ALONE HE KEPT SAYING TO HIMSELF I HAVE LOST OUR LITTLE WONDER I KILLED OUR LITTLE WONDER ONE DAY HE CLIMBED UP THE HIGHEST HILL WITHIN REACH AND THERE LEANED INTO THE ENORMOUS SILENCE THAT HE MIGHT CRY IT ALOUD FOR GOD TO HEAR GOD POOR LITTLE BEATRICE WHAT GOD WAS THERE TO HEAR TO LOOK AT BEATRICE ONE MIGHT INDEED BELIEVE IN GOD AND YET WAS IT NOT BEATRICE WHO HAD MADE GOD IN HER OWN IMAGE" ], "begin_byte": 73179, "end_byte": 73407 } } ]

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[ { "id": "large/8934/worshipper_image_1410_librivox_64kb_mp3/worshipperimage_03_legallienne_64kb_129", "recording_id": "large/8934/worshipper_image_1410_librivox_64kb_mp3/worshipperimage_03_legallienne_64kb", "start": 0, "duration": 15.6, "channel": 0, "language": "English", "speaker": "8934", "custom": { "texts": [ "For a shadow I have missed the lovely reality of a little child—and for a shadow, my own faithful wife, I have all this time done you cruel wrong.", "FOR A SHADOW I HAVE MISSED THE LOVELY REALITY OF A LITTLE CHILD AND FOR A SHADOW MY OWN FAITHFUL WIFE I HAVE ALL THIS TIME DONE YOU CRUEL WRONG" ], "pre_texts": [ "rving of little names, and with the first spring day they stand delicately and dry their yellow wings on the little graves. There are the honeycombs of friendly bees, and the shelters of many a timid earth-born speck of life no bigger than a dewdrop, mysteriously small. Radiant pin-points of existence have their palaces on the broad blades of the grasses, and in the cellars at their roots works many a humble little slave of the mighty elements. Yes, the emperors and the ants of Nature's vast economy alike love to be kind to the little graves. CHAPTER XV SILENCIEUX ALONE IN THE WOOD. Beatrice's grief for Wonder was such as only a mother can know. She had but one consolation,—the kind sad eyes of Antony. She had lost Wonder, but Antony had come back again. Wonder was not so dead as Antony had seemed a month ago. When they had left Wonder and were back in the house which was now twice desolate, Antony took Beatrice's hands very tenderly and said:— \"I have been very wrong all these months.", "CARVING OF LITTLE NAMES AND WITH THE FIRST SPRING DAY THEY STAND DELICATELY AND DRY THEIR YELLOW WINGS ON THE LITTLE GRAVES THERE ARE THE HONEYCOMBS OF FRIENDLY BEES AND THE SHELTERS OF MANY A TIMID EARTH BORN SPECK OF LIFE NO BIGGER THAN A DEWDROP MYSTERIOUSLY SMALL RADIANT PIN POINTS OF EXISTENCE HAVE THEIR PALACES ON THE BROAD BLADES OF THE GRASSES AND IN THE CELLARS AT THEIR ROOTS WORKS MANY A HUMBLE LITTLE SLAVE OF THE MIGHTY ELEMENTS YES THE EMPERORS AND ANTS OF NATURE'S VAST ECONOMY ALIKE LOVE TO BE KIND TO THE LITTLE GRAVES END OF CHAPTER FOURTEEN CHAPTER FIFTEEN SELA ALONE IN THE WOOD BEATRICE'S GRIEF FOR WONDER WAS SUCH AS ONLY A MOTHER CAN KNOW SHE HAD BUT ONE CONSOLATION THE KIND SAD EYES OF ANTONY SHE HAD LOST WONDER BUT ANTONY HAD COME BACK AGAIN WONDER WAS NOT SO DEAD AS ANTONY HAD SEEMED A MONTH AGO WHEN THEY HAD LEFT WONDER AND WERE BACK IN THE HOUSE WHICH WAS NOW TWICE DESOLATE ANTONY TOOK BEATRICE'S HANDS VERY TENDERLY AND SAID I HAVE BEEN VERY WRONG ALL THESE MONTHS" ], "begin_byte": 68283, "end_byte": 68429 } } ]

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