Chapters 14
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1 01 - Sunset - Read by ALP 1:42
From this windy bridge at rest, in some former curious hour, we have watched the city's hue all along the orange west, cupola and pointed tower darken into solid blue. Though the biting north wind breaks, fall across this drifted hold. Let us stand with ice'd cheeks, watching westward as a mould. Past the violet mountain head, to the farthest fringe of pine, where far off the purple-red narrows to a dusky line. And the last pale splendors die, slowly, from the olive sky. Till the thin clouds wear away into threads of purple-grey, and the sudden stars between brighten in the pallid green. Till above the spacious east, slow-returned, one by one, like pale prisoners released from the dungeons of the sun, Capella and her train appear in the glittering charioteer.
Till the rounded moon shall grow great above the eastern snow, shining into burnished gold, and the silver earth out-rolled in the misty yellow light shall take on the width of night.
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2 02 - Sunset - Read by BK 1:58
From this windy bridge at rest, in some former curious hour, we have watched the city's hue all along the orange west, cupola, and pointed tower darken into solid blue. Though the biting north wind breaks, Full across this drifted hold, let us stand with ice'd cheeks, watching westward as of old, past the violet mountain head, to the farthest fringe of pine, where far off the purple-red narrows to a dusky line, and the last pale splendors die slowly from the olive sky. Till the thin clouds wear away into threads of purple-gray, and the sudden stars between brighten in the pallid green. Till above the spacious east, slow-returned one by one, like pale prisoners released from the dungeons of the sun, Capella and her train appear.
In the glittering charioteer, till the rounded moon shall grow, great above the eastern snow, shining into burnished gold, and the silver earth outrolled in the misty yellow light shall take on the width of night.
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3 03 - Sunset - Read by BR 1:29
Sunset by Archibald Lampen. Read for LibriVox.org by Bryn Roberts. From this windy bridge at rest, in some form a curious hour, we have watched the city's hue all along the orange west, cupola and pointy tower, darken into solid blue. Though the biting north wind breaks full across this drifted hold, let us stand with icered cheeks, Watching westward as of old, past the violet mountain-head to the farthest fringe of pine, where far off the purple-red narrows to a dusky line, and the last pale splendours die slowly from the olive sky. Till the thin clouds wear away into threads of purple-grey, and the sudden stars between brighten in the pallid green. Till above the spacious east slow returned one by one, like pale prisoners released from the dungeons of the sun, Capella and her train appear in the glittering charioteer.
Till the rounded moon shall grow great above the eastern snow, shining into burnished gold, and the silver earth outrolled in the misty yellow light shall take on the width of night.
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4 04 - Sunset - Read by DL 1:40
From this windy bridge at rest, in some former curious hour, we have watched the city's hue all along the orange west, cupola and pointed tower darken into solid blue. Though the biting north wind breaks full across this drifted hold, let us stand with iced cheeks, watching westward as of old. Past the violet mountain-head to the farthest fringe of pine, where far off the purple-red narrows to a dusky line, and the last pale splendors die slowly from the olive sky, till the thin clouds wear away into threads of purple-gray. And the sudden stars between brighten in the pallid green. Till above the spacious east, slow returned one by one, like pale prisoners released from the dungeons of the sun, Capella and her train appear in the glittering charioteer.
Till the rounded moon shall grow great above the eastern snow, shining into burnished gold, and the silver earth out-rolled. In the misty yellow light, shall take on the width of night.
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5 05 - Sunset - Read by JFJ 1:47
From this windy bridge at rest, in some former curious hour, we have watched the city's hue, all along the orange west, coppola and pointed tar, darken into solid blue. Though the biting north wind breaks, full across this drifted hold, Let us stand with iced cheeks, watching westward as of old, past the violet mountain-head, to the farthest fringe of pine, where far off the purple-red narrows to a dusky line, and the last pale splendours die slowly from the olive sky, till the thin clouds wear away into threads of purple-gray. And the sudden stars between brighten in the pallid green. Till above the spacious east, slow return it one by one. Like pale prisoners released from the dungeons of the sun, Capella and her train appear in the glittering charioteer.
Till the rounded moon shall grow great above the eastern snow, Shining into burnished gold, and the silver earth outrolled in the misty yellow light shall take on the width of night.
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6 06 - Sunset - Read by KLA 2:02
Sunset by Archibald Lampman. Read for LibriVox.org by Kerry Adams. Your Book Voice. On the 26th of November, 2022, at Mesa, Arizona. From this windy bridge at rest in some former curious hour, we have watched the city shoe all along the Orange West, Cupola and pointed tower, darken into solid blue. Though the biting north wind breaks, full across this drifted hold, let us stand with iced cheeks, watching westward as of old. Past the violet mountain-head, to the farthest fringe of pine, where far off the purple-red, Narrows to a dusky line, and the last pale splendors die slowly from the olive sky. Till the thin clouds wear away into threads of purple-gray, and the sudden stars between brighten in the pallid green.
Till above the spacious east, slow returned one by one. Like pale prisoners released from the dungeons of the sun. Capella and her train appear in the glittering charioteer. Till the rounded moon shall grow, great above the eastern snow, shining into burnished gold, and the silver earth out-rolled in the misty yellow light shall take on the width of night.
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7 07 - Sunset - Read by KS 1:32
From this windy bridge, at rest in some former curious hour, we watched the city's hue, all along the orange west. Cupola and pointed tower darken into solid blue. Though the biting north wind breaks, full across this drifted hold, Let us stand with iced cheeks, watching westward as of old, past the violet mountain head, to the farthest fringe of pine, where far off the purple-red narrows to a dusky line, and the last pale splendors die slowly from the olive sky. Till the thin clouds wear away into threads of purple-gray, and the sudden stars between brighten in the palette green. Till above the spacious east Slow, returned, one by one, like pale prisoners released from the dungeons of the sun.
Capella and her train appear in the glittering charioteer, till the rounded moon shall grow great above the eastern snow, shining into burnished gold, and the silver earth out-rolled in the misty yellow light shall take on the width of night.
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8 08 - Sunset - Read by LAH 1:42
Sunset by Archibald Lampman. Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett.
From this windy bridge at rest, in some former curious hour, we have watched the city's hue, all along the orange west, cupula and pointed tower, darken into solid blue. Though the biting north wind breaks full across this drifted hold, Let us stand with iced cheeks, watching westward as of old. Past the violet mountain head, to the farthest fringe of pine, where far off the purple-red narrows to a dusky line, and the last pale splendors die, slowly from the olive sky, till the thin clouds wear away into threads of purple-gray, and the sudden stars between Brighten in the pallid green. Till above the spacious east, slow returned one by one, like pale prisoners released from the dungeons of the sun.
Capella and her train appear in the glittering charioteer. Till the rounded moon shall grow, great above the eastern snow, shining into burnished gold, and the silver earth out-rolled in the misty yellow light. She'll take on the width of night.
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9 09 - Sunset - Read by LB 1:36
From this windy bridge at rest, in some former curious hour, we have watched the city's hue, all along the orange west, cupula and pointed tower, darken into solid blue. Though the biting north wind breaks, full across this drifted hold, let us stand with ice cheeks, Watching westward as of old. Past the violet mountain-head, to the farthest fringe of pine, where far off the purple-red narrows to a dusky line, and the last pale splendors die, slowly from the olive sky, till the thin clouds wear away into threads of purple-gray, and the sudden stars between brighten in the pallid green. Till above the spacious east, slow returned one by one, like pale prisoners released from the dungeons of the sun.
Capella and her train appear in the glittering charioteer, till the rounded moon shall grow, great above the eastern snow, shining into burnished gold, and the silver earth out-rolled in the misty yellow light, shall take on the width of night.
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10 10 - Sunset - Read by LCW 1:36
From this windy bridge at rest in some former curious hour, we have watched the city's hue all along the orange west, cupula and a pointed tower, darken into solid blue. Though the biting north wind breaks full across this drifted hold, Let us stand with iced cheeks, watching westward as of old. Pass the violet mountain-head to the farthest fringe of pine, where far off the purple-red narrows to a dusky line, and the last pale splendors die slowly from the olive sky. Till the thin clouds wear away into threads of purple-gray, and the sudden stars between brighten in the pallid green. Till above the spacious east, slow returned one by one, like pale prisoners released from the dungeons of the sun, Capella and her train appear in the glittering charioteer.
Till the rounded moon shall grow great above the eastern snow, shining into burnished gold, and the silver earth out-rolled in the misty yellow light shall take on the width of night.
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11 11 - Sunset - Read by LS 1:41
From this windy bridge at rest, in some former curious hour, we have watched the city's hue, all along the orange west, cupola, and pointed tower, darken into solid blue. Though the biting north wind breaks, Full across this drifted hold, let us stand with icid cheeks, watching westward as of old. Past the violet mountain-head to the farthest fringe of pine, where far off the purple-red narrows to a dusky line, and the last pale splendors die slowly from the olive sky. Till the thin clouds wear away into threads of purple-gray. And the sudden stars between brighten in the pallid green. Till above the spacious east, slow returned one by one, like pale prisoners released from the dungeons of the sun, Capella and her train appear in the glittering charioteer.
Till the rounded moon shall grow, great above the eastern snow, shining into burnished gold, And the silver earth, out-rolled in the misty yellow light, shall take on the width of night.
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12 12 - Sunset - Read by MD 1:26
From this windy bridge at rest, in some former curious hour, we have watched the city's hue all along the orange west, cupola and pointed tower darken into solid blue. Though the biting north wind breaks full across this drifted hold, let us stand with iced cheeks, watching westward as of old. Past the violet mountain-head to the farthest fringe of pine, Where far off the purple-red narrows to a dusky line, And the last pale splendors die slowly from the olive sky, Till the thin clouds wear away into threads of purple-gray, And the sudden stars between brighten in the pallid green. Till above the spacious east slow return'd one by one, Like pale prisoners released from the dungeons of the sun, Capella and her train appear in the glittering charioteer.
Till the rounded moon shall grow, great above the eastern snow, Shining into burnished gold, and the silver earth out-rolled, In the misty yellow light shall take on the width of night.
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13 13 - Sunset - Read by RR 1:45
From this windy bridge at rest, in some former curious hour, we have watched the city's hue haul along the orange west, cupola and pointed tower, darken into solid blue. Though the biting north wind breaks full across this drifted hold, let us stand with ice-ed cheeks, watching westward as of old. Past the violet mountain-head to the farthest fringe of pine, where far off the purple-red narrows to a dusky line, and the last pale splendors die slowly from the olive sky. Till the thin clouds wear away into threads of purple-gray, and the sudden stars between brighten in the pallet green. Till above the spacious east slowly returned one by one. Like pale prisoners released from the dungeons of the sun, Capella and her train appear in the glittering charioteer.
Till the rounded moon shall grow great above the eastern snow, shining into burnished gold, and the silver earth out-rolled in the misty yellow light shall take on the width of night.
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14 14 - Sunset - Read by SDS 1:32
From this windy bridge at rest, in some former curious hour, we have watched the city's hue, all along the orange west, cupula and pointed tower, darken into solid blue. Though the biting north wind breaks, full across this drifted hold, let us stand with iced cheeks, Watching westward as of old. Past the violet mountain head to the farthest fringe of pine, where far off the purple-red narrows to a dusky line, and the last pale splendors die slowly from the olive sky. Till the thin clouds wear away into threads of purple-gray, and the sudden stars between brighten in the pallid green. Till above the spacious east, slow return it, one by one, like pale prisoners released from the dungeons of the sun, Capella and her train appear in the glittering charioteer.
Till the rounded moon shall grow, great above the eastern snow, shining into burnished gold, and the silver earth outrolled in the misty yellow light, shall take on the width of night.