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Within the Circuit of this Plodding Life
Within the circuit of this plodding life
There enter moments of an azure hue,
Untarnished fair as is the violet
Or anemone, when the spring strews them
By some meandering rivulet, which make
The best philosophy untrue that aims
But to console man for his grievances
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Winter Memories
05:56
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Winter Memories
I have remembered when the winter came,
High in my chamber in the frosty nights,
When in the still light of the cheerful moon,
On every twig and rail,
The icy spears were adding to their length
Against the arrows of the coming sun,
How in the shimmering noon of summer past
Some unrecorded beam slanted across
The upland pastures where the Johnswort grew,
The bee's long smothered hum, on the blue flag
Loitering amidst the mead; or busy rill,
Which now through all its course stands still and dumb
Its own memorial,—purling at its play
Along the slopes, and through the meadows next,
Until its youthful sound was hushed at last
In the staid current of the lowland stream;
Or seen the furrows shine,
And where the fieldfare followed in the rear,
When all the fields around lay bound and hoar
Beneath a thick integument of snow.
So by God's cheap economy made rich
To go upon my winter's task again
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The Vessel
10:34
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The Vessel
Though all the fates should prove unkind,
Leave not your native land behind.
The ship, becalmed, at length stands still;
The steed must rest beneath the hill;
But swiftly still our fortunes pace
To find us out in every place.
The vessel, though her masts be firm,
Beneath her copper bears a worm;
Around the cape, all across the line,
Till fields of ice her course confine;
It matters not how smooth the breeze,
How shallow or how deep the seas,
Whether she bears Manilla twine,
Or in her hold Madeira wine,
Or China teas, or Spanish hides,
In port or quarantine she rides;
Far from New England's blustering shore,
New England's worm her hulk shall bore,
And sink her in the Indian seas,
Twine, wine, and hides, and China teas.
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Inward Morning
01:52
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Instrumental
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O Nature
05:45
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O Nature
O Nature! I do not aspire
To be the highest in thy quire, -
To be a meteor in thy sky,
Or comet that may range on high;
Only a zephyr that may blow
Among the reeds by the river low;
I want to lay on the land,
Please understand,
Too long have I remained alone,
I stumble in the dark.
Quickly respond,
Let’s seal this bond,
Feeling my finger in the earth,
You’re never very far away.
Give me thy most privy place
For where to run my airy race.
In some withdrawn, unpublic mead
Let me sigh upon a reed,
Or in the woods, with leafy din,
Whisper the still evening in.
For I would rather be thy child
And pupil, in the forest wild,
Than be the king of men elsewhere,
And most sovereign slave of care;
To have one moment of thy dawn,
Than share the city's year forlorn.
Some still work give me to do, -
Only - be it near to you!
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Outward Morning
08:23
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Instrumental
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Fog
07:27
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Fog
Dull water spirit--and Protean god
Descended cloud fast anchored to the earth
That drawest too much air for shallow coasts
Thou ocean branch that flowest to the sun
Incense of earth, perfumed with flowers -
Spirit of lakes and rivers, seas and rills
Come to revisit now thy native scenes
Night thoughts of earth -dream drapery
Dew cloth and fairy napkin
Thou wind-blown meadow of the air.
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Mere Smoke Of Opinion
02:58
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Collage
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Men Say They Know Many Things
Men say they know many things;
But lo! they have taken wings, -
The arts and sciences,
And a thousand appliances;
The wind that blows
Is all that anybody knows.
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Billie Bottle Devon, UK
Welcome to the world of Billie Bottle, singer, multi-instrumentalist, composer and band
leader.
"vigorous and unequivocally hip" - All About Jazz
"brilliant!" - Robert Wyatt
"their own pastoral brand of whimsical psych-folk" - Jazzwise
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