Day Dreams-Rudolph Valentino

0:00Introduction and Preface to Daydreams by Rudolf Valentino This is a Librevox recording. All Librevox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librevox.org Recording by Chuck Williamson Daydreams by Rudolf Valentino Introduction I cannot tell a round delay in words of yesterday. I cannot tell a couplet for words come as they may. I'll do my best, I'll try a bit of ultra-modern rhyme and cast aside the shackles binding once upon a time. Preface To you, my gentle reader, I wish to say a foreword of warning before you peruse the contents of this book.

1:05I am not a poet nor a scholar. Therefore, you shall find neither poems nor prose. Just dreams. Daydreams. A bit of romance, a bit of sentimentalism, a bit of philosophy. Not studied but acquired by constant observation of that greatest of masters. Nature. While lying idle, not through choice, but because forcefully kept from my preferred and actual field of activity, I took to dreams to forget the tediousness of worldly strife and the boredom of jurisprudences, pedantic etiquette. Happy indeed I shall be if my daydreams will bring you as much enjoyment in the reading as they brought me in the writing. Rudolf Valentino New York May 29, 1923

2:09End of introduction and preface The gift book by Rudolf Valentino, read for LeBravaks.org by Laurie Wilson. To J.R. A book is a kindly, gracious thing, each has a particular gift to bring. It may be the wealth of a wonderful life or the feeling adventure of jungle strife, perhaps it's a present of orient gold, tales of a Latin enchantingly tall. Maybe a view of olden days, knighthood, romance, flowery ways. And again, a journey to lands afar where strange things happen and wonders are. All of them, gift books, but plainly I see not one of them holds the gift for me. I want a book that will lazily roam down the dear pathway to folks back home.

3:12In the poem, this recording is in the public domain. Nature by Rudolf Valentino, read for LeBravaks.org by Helen Ferrara for Jean Nature. Nature is the open book where in the truths of the world are found, nature is an endless story of never changing glory. When you study nature, you teach you sky, so always let your reverence be the greatest of masters. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Love Child by Rudolf Valentino, read for LeBravaks.org by Josh Kibbe. To Be. Don Juan roamed the summer sky, a shady cloud of gray, but this dull attire hit a heart of fire in quest of romance-dray. Vision, a lovely golden sunbeam shining from above, came radiant by, and caught the eye of this vagabond of love.

4:20Delusion. In wild tempestuous wound he kissed her heart away, all in a gesture was the quest of the cloud on a summer's day. Conclusion. Through tears the sunbeam glimmered, then happily she smiled, the tempest passed alone at last, with a little rainbow child. Don runs in a crimson streak across the leaden sky, just like a pulsing vein of life, an artery of love not strife, and it livens the heavens high. So in our sky today it seems no sign of life we see. Do we not know night's bound to go, Don follows instantly. For we're not for the showers, where would the rainbows be? End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Heartflower by Rudolf Valentino, read for LibraVox.org by Larry Wilson.

5:27O lovely rose within whose chalice lies the heart of my true love. Did not the gods in benediction stoop to bless thee from above? And place within thy rosy-ate lips the rubies counter-part. I find it there, a jewel rare, the flower of thy heart. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. You by Rudolf Valentino, read for LibraVox.org. You your eyes, your eyes, mystic pools of beauty's light, golden brown in color deep. Yet amber clear, unshadowed by a frown, fathomless wherein my senses drown.

6:36Your eyes, your lips, your lips, twin-soaken petals of a dewy rose, altar of the heart, where love, kindling desire, worships unafraid, crucible of passion, the rose in masquerade, your lips, your kiss, your kiss, a flame of passion's fire, the sensitive seal of love in the desire, the fragrance of your caress, alas, at times I find exquisite bitterness in your kiss. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain.

7:44Daydreams by Rudolf Valentino, read for LibraVox.org. To the friend, yesterday in contemplation we dreamed of love to be and in the dreamy, woven tapestry of love. Today we dream our dreams awake, realization coloring our romance with all the glory of a flaming rose. Tomorrow, what awakening lies before us? Our tapestry and shreds perchance, or a melode glorified by love's reflection? I wonder. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Suspicion by Rudolf Valentino, read for LibraVox.org by Thomas Peter. They're crossed to the path of my dream of you, a gossamer web of grey,

8:47so soft it's sheen, almost unseen, but it stopped me on my way. Like a cold grey granite battlement, it walled me all about, for a cruel steel was in the feel of the silken web of doubt. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Sage by Rudolf Valentino, read for LibraVox.org by Larry Wilson. To In, O gladness shining bravely from out the eyes of youth, be strong in your belief of good, of valor and of truth, for soon enough, too soon enough, the gladest light meets doubt, then flickers, flutters just a bit, but doesn't quite go out. O sadness purine divinely from out the eyes of age,

9:49be strong in your belief of good, to youth still be the Sage, for soon enough, too soon enough, the saddest light endowed, flickers, flutters, flickers, and finally goes out. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Morphea by Rudolf Valentino, read for LibraVox.org by Josh Kibby. I am the ingrate Morphea, you hold the brimming cup of your life to me, a thirst of my, and drink my feel of strength until the cup is drained dry. Then, satisfied, I care no more. The cup I cast away, crunched beneath my heel, its doom I seal. As I walk on my way. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain.

10:53Domino by Rudolf Valentino, read for LibraVox.org Domino passions cloak, an ashy thing to wear, covering the shroud of love that once was fair. What gruesome imagery does this convey to me? Grim death. It self-know-gastlier a thing than this could ever be. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Sphinx by Rudolf Valentino, read for LibraVox.org by Josh Kibby. To be H.

11:56Oh Sphinx, a monument to man, built by his hands of clay, you symbolize the power of might used in an earthy way. Yesteryear, you stood for man's symbolic strength sublime. Today, you all but buried are beneath the sands of time. Oh wondrous mountain, living Sphinx, built by the hand of God, you symbolize the power of love used with the lowly sod. Yesteryear, a symbol of divinity sublime. Today, you lived your rugged head untouched by hands of time. Oh Sphinx, a monument to man, built by his hand of clay, you symbolize the power of might used in an earthy way. Yesteryear, you in grander stood alone. Today, you're mingling with the sand a rotting mass of stone. Oh wondrous mountain, living Sphinx, built by the hand of God, you symbolize the power of love used with the lowly sod. Er, yesterday, you stood a monument of love.

12:57Today, unchanged your glorious face in worship turned above. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Stradahverius, by Rudolf Valentino, read for LibraBox.org, by Larry Wilson. Tujasha Heifetz, if power were only given me to paint the tone picture that arises from the soul of that sanctuary of sound, your violin, where I should find pigment worthy of such a use, save in the fleeting splendor of some sky, where a brush, save in a snowy feather from the shining wing of an archangel, where the canvas save across the dream memory of one who heard and was blessed by the hearing. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.

14:02Extravaganza, by Rudolf Valentino, read for LibraBox.org, by Thomas Peter. Extravaganza, the very word is vulgar. Still vulgarity is necessary to development, for even a weed growing in a swamp can sometimes be cultivated into a hot house plant. Take an orchid not under its own surroundings, but dress it by putting it in a proper receptacle and what a difference. But outside of beauty, what have you? If we could only combine the beauty of an orchid with the soul of a weed, we would get an improvement in the orchid, for real weeds are grateful enough to spring up between cobblestones, even to be trampled upon. Rather be a blade of grass that knows the heartbeats of Mother Earth, than the potted plant, which is pampered and only restored to assemblance of life.

15:04End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Mirage by Rudolf Valentino, read for LibraVox.org. Mirage. Happiness. You wait for us just beyond, just beyond. We know not where, nor how we shall find you. We only know you are waiting, waiting just beyond. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Mirage. Glorification by Rudolf Valentino,

16:07read for LibraVox.org, recording by Chuck Williamson, glorification to WW. The arms of the earth broke through the sod and clenched his fist in derision. For Clay knows not the might of God. It has but earthy vision. The finger of God wrote in the sky a sign of mighty fire. Reach up to me for I am life, but earth could reach no higher. With strength of muscle, with might and main, earth struggled and then defied. But God stretched forth his hand of love, and earth was glorified. End of poem.

17:10This recording is in the public domain. Remembrance by Rudolf Valentino, read for LibraVox.org by Laurie Wilson. Do MO. An infant memory, a tiny fragile thing, called into being by the brush of a colored wing across the campus of my tired mind. It grows, a lovely picture of the past I find you, going to full a stature of the perfect soul. The tiny sheltered memory has reached at last its goal. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.

18:18Love's benediction, her dear caress, the sum of all our happiness. Till we kiss the lips of the mate of our soul, we never know love has reached its goal. Correst divine, you reign until a baby's kiss seems sweeter still. That beloved bosom, a baby's face, seems to be love's resting place. And a million kisses tenderly, linger there and ecstasy. Where I told to select just one kiss a day, oh what a puzzle I would say. Still a baby's kiss, I'd choose, you see. For in that wise choice, I'd gain all three. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. A Baby's Skin by Rudolf Valentino Read for Libbervox.org by Matthew Ryan Ross,

19:18MatthewRyanRoss.com A Baby's Skin Texture of a Butterflieswing Colored like a dawned rose, whose perfume is the breath of God. Such is the web wherein is held. The treasure of the treasure chest. The priceless gift. The child of love. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Gratitude by Rudolf Valentino, Read for Libbervox.org by Larry Wilson. To A.T. The Olyander blooms for me and Donnie's blenders beauty. I planted it so tenderly and love has done its duty. All in a garden of the earth, all in a plot of ground, wherein I found no bit of work, the seed I planted in the ground.

20:19O'Tani seed almost unworthy to be cherished for thy looks. But deep within the heart of you was wisdom never found in books. You are the spirit of the good, the joy, the beauty of all things. You are the melody of life, the song that Mother Nature sings. And so to that sweet lullaby you in your perfumed cradle, rests safe in the arms of Mother Earth, held closely to her loving breast. Until one happy wondrous day, when love so tenderly do nigh, lifted your tiny hand of green and turned your face toward the sky. The Olyander blooms for me and Donnie's blenders beauty. I planted it so tenderly and love has done its duty. In the poem, this recordiness in the public domain. Shadows by Rudolph Valentino, read for lipobox.org by Thomas Peter.

21:21Shadows, grey symbol of a broken faith, we cling to hope, in hope we find the symbol of a broken heart. Shadows, grey bleak, gossamer web of what once was woven round my heart. We slink within thy domain, the land of shadows, for still we hope, but knowing always that a broken faith can never be restored to more than it was. A shadow, end of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Accusation by Rudolph Valentino, read for lipobox.org by Larry Wilson. Out of a shadow corner comes a phantom of the past to confuse me and accuse me

22:21for a vain iconic last. To chide me and deride me in a seething scornful blast, to cheat me and defeat me, conscience crucifies at last. In the poem, this recording is in the public domain. Even song by Rudolph Valentino, read for lipobox.org by Larry Wilson. I sing a song to the sapphire sky that curtains a sleeping earth. I sing a song to the stars on high that mark a jewel's worth. My feeble voice, so weak it sounds, a puny earthy cry, yet when its echo comes to me, and jellic voice in harmony, I know it is not high. It was belief that gave it to me, that weakly voice of mine, and carried it where angels sing, God's melody divine. In the poem, this recording is in the public domain.

23:27Gypsies to R.B. by Rudolph Valentino. Read for lipobox.org by Matthew Ryan Ross, Matthew Ryan Ross.com. Gypsies to R.B. Little Gypsies of the city, little sparrows mores the pity, homeless, heedless of the weather. Happy, banding all together, never giving thought to trouble, never seeing evil double. Would that we who proudly mention every honorable intention to the world, with trumpet blaring, could, like sparrows, take uncaring, all the little earthly struggles, cast them gypsy-like aside, and fly happily and gladly all about Earth's countryside. Why do the birds chant the psalm of glory? Only because they alone are free-throated and unafraid. Do they realize the danger in the sling shot of civilization? No, they are only conscious of the joy within.

24:29Why sing of joy, if joy is to be unheard? Why sing of faith, if faith is to be barred? For all that is good is forever alive, and all that is bad is dead before it be born. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Carrier. 2JK by Rudolf Valentino. Read for Libervox.org by Matthew Ryan Ross. MatthewRyanRoss.com. The Carrier. 2JK. A poor little messenger, Clyde and Gray, sent as a go-between, they say. Took a betrayal under its wing, and guarded and cherished the slimy thing. We speak of glory and trust and men. But that is all forgotten when we send this softly feathered bird,

25:29with messages best left unheard. Oh, what a mockery cross the sky. The dove is sent to act as spy. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The School of Life by Rudolf Valentino. Read for Libervox.org by Matthew Ryan Ross. MatthewRyanRoss.com. The School of Life to M. Lives are classes. We are pupils with excellent teachers. Experience should tutor us. We are all often sure to school. School can be made happy. And we delight in making a higher grade. But through not heating experiences teaching, we often are left back in the old class. And sometimes, said to relate, are put several grades lower.

26:30But happily, there is always the opportunity of skipping many grades upward. The mind is the grade we work in. We can have majestic thoughts living in a hermit's hut, or we can think as a swine in a palace on a throne of gold. Let us choose our station. King Lee Children or swine herds. Eternity is the Empire. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Wonton by Rudolf Valentino. Read for LibriVox.org. Recording by Nikalia Schwartz. The Wonton. To love, save that which mockery was no heart. Save that of stone. A multitude forever hers. Alas, not one alone. Cradled in the arms of many, not where to lay her weary head. Fortune smiled, held out her hand,

27:31and struck the Wonton dead. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Slavery by Rudolf Valentino. Read for LibriVox.org by Josh Kibby. To E.A.P. Love. I am a slave yet free as birds above, sold into bondage by the tender kiss of love. Lust. I am a slave in the rat-trap of disgust, sold into bondage by the lured kiss of lust. Hate. I am a slave, prisoned by the walls of fate, sold into bondage by the cruel kiss of hate. Crime. I am a slave behind the bars of time, sold into bondage by the leprous kiss of crime. Death.

28:32I am a slave no longer in my breath, given sight of freedom through the graciousness of death. Still am I a slave in the hand of destiny, thought alone enslaved me, and thought alone can free. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Within a wall by Rudolf Valentino. RedfordLibervox.org by Matthew Ryan Ross. MatthewRyanRoss.com. Within a wall. Once in a time when skies were gray, I chanced to walk in a cloistered way. I saw the ones who closed the door. On all the world had spread before. Their eyes that were closed to the joy of good, they thought the God's law, they understood. Oh, pity pity, for such as they, who only look on skies of gray. From cloistered windows, sad of eye, when all about is glorious sky.

29:33It was but the tiny patch of gray. The shadowed thing that happened to play behind the back of the glorious earth, alas, they thought it was all the worth of the whole wide world, the glorious world, but the folded wings were not unfurled, and closed to use they lost the call, and so they lost to them, they're all. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Shallus by Rudolf Valentino. RedfordLibervox.org. The Shallus to E.H. The Shallus of a LiliCup is indeed the sacrament that Mother Nature uses when she communes with God.

30:34End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Shallus to E.H. Solicitud by Rudolf Valentino. RedfordLibervox.org by Matthew Ryan Ross. MatthewRyanRoss.com. Solicitud. On the sands of a happy shore, walk two lovers hand in hand, leaving all that's gone before, they mark each footstep in the sand, knowing well that every footprint therefore let each couple ponder or their footsteps for future good. To D.K. Man is the word of the story. Woman is the inspiration. God is the book that binds. None other can be what is now the finished book. End of poem.

31:34This recording is in the public domain. You by Rudolf Valentino. RedfordLibervox.org by Larry Wilson. You are the history of love and its justification. The symbol of devotion. The blessedness of womanhood. The incentive of chivalry. The reality of ideals. The verity of joy. Idolatry's defense. The proof of goodness. The power of gentleness. Beauty's acknowledgement. Vanity's excuse. The promise of truth. The melody of life. The caress of romance. The dream of desire. The sympathy of understanding. My heart's home. The proof of faith. Sanctuary of my soul. My belief of heaven. Eternity of all happiness.

32:34My prayers. You. The power. This recording is in the public domain. At sunrise tomorrow. by Rudolf Valentino. RedfordLibervox.org by Thomas Peter. To E B. O love. When you leave me, do not say. Tomorrow we meet at twilight. For that is the time of the darkening hour. the ending of the day. All is glowing, gleaming in our love. All is pulsing, breathing in the light of understanding. It is not symbolic of twilight, nor yet of dawning, for it has reached the zenith of love's day. So when you leave me, dearest, do not say, tomorrow we meet at twilight. Rather, beloved of my heart, we meet at sunshine tomorrow. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain.

33:45Poverty by Rudolf Valentino, Red for Libbervox.org Poverty possessing the jewels of the earth, holding within my grasp the scepter of the universe. All these would but make me more depper, where I beggered of your love. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Cremation by Rudolf Valentino, Red for Libbervox.org, by Thomas Peter. 2GS 1. Just a packet of letters tied with a bit of blue, just a packet of letters that once were sent by you,

34:55to one who proved unworthy of the love inscribed within, the tiny packet of letters, a witness of my sin. 2. Just a packet of letters, but they are not my own. I dare not claim one thought in them, not even as alone. 4. For to the one you thought I was, in all sincerity, you bear the secrets of your soul. Now I send them back to thee. 3. Just a packet of letters, a monument of love, you lie within the fireplace, in smoke you'll rise above the sordidness of all deceit, the grime of earth they thought, yet in this flash of living fire, the flame of love is caught. 4. Just a packet of letters, a while ago you were, now in vapor's symphony of grey, I send you back to her.

36:054. For the spirit of true love that's penned, must rise to meet her soul in pearly glory round ahead. Love's halo is its go. 4. To rake over the dead ashes of a burnt out love, one must use the pen point of poetry. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. 4. The loot by Rudolph Valentino, read for laborfox.org by Kathleen The loot. The loot, a barrier to song of soul, for none save God can music charm from out a thing man made, a bowl of wood, a string or two to arm the troubadour with weapon strong. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain.

37:06Powerless by Rudolph Valentino, read for laborfox.org by Kathleen Powerless, when I see a look of sadness in the eyes of you, thoughts of grief akin to madness, search my being through. 5. I then so we can helpless that I cannot send even shadowings of sorrows to their deserved end. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. 4. Captain Bells by Rudolph Valentino, read for laborfox.org by Kathleen Captain Bells to F. In life's masquerade the disguises are many. Here's a man masquerading his wealth, whereas a million of gold, but a popper I'm told, he has an opinion of health. Here comes a beggar, in tatters and rags, masking his poverty old. He may look the part, but the wealth in his heart makes him richer than creases and gold.

38:10The costumes are buried disguises beguiling that cover the true man beneath, one wears learned to look, that he's borrowed from books, and a cooperative laurel wreath, and still another pretending a clown, and make up the silliest fool. But his knowledge of men is beyond the kin of a sage of the orthodox school. There are millions of others in life's motley mask who follow the art of mine. They mimic and play at mockery today, but they never fool old father time. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Patchwork Quilt by Rudot Valentino, read for labourbox.org by Kathleen. Patchwork Quilt. A Patchwork Quilt, industrial's name, once it was not quite the same, a different fame, a crazy quilt, same foolish dame, entitled you.

39:12It was sorry fame. Life is like that, we do not see how little bits make a harmony. It's up to man to take each bit of happiness and make it fit. But if he takes and doesn't dwell upon the pattern, well, it's hell, a crazy quilt the name's okay. But start a Patchwork Quilt today. And upon, this recording is in the public domain. To AM by Rudot Valentino, read for labourbox.org by Matthew Ryan Ross, Matthew Ryan Ross.com. To AM. The sky is the mirror that reflects all phases of life. The clouds of doubt bring showers, but there is always the silver lining promise. Moral. If the sky is the limit, better fix it clear in your mind to begin with.

40:13End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The Philosophy of a Pesimist by Rudot Valentino, read for labourbox.org by Josh Kibby. I do not care for money made easily. It is not lasting. I know. I do not care for friends made easily. They are not lasting. I know. I do not care for anything that comes easily. It never lasts. I know. But I fell in love with you easily. But not lastingly. I know. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. End of poem. Gems of Thought by Rudot Valentino, read for labourbox.org by Thomas Peter. Diamonds, scintillating wit of sharpest ray. Emeralds, philosophy, growth in words today.

41:21Perros are the hymns of pity, sapphires, songs of the skies. Rubies are poems of passion and love that never dies. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. End of poem. Our productions have more in the way of costume and lacks so often the right lines. Lines do count. Not always words, but sympathy of thought is quite as necessary.

42:24End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. End of poem. Sympathy by Rudol Valentino, read for labourbox.org, recording by Chuck Williamson. Sympathy to J. Sympathy is just as essential to the world as any other great attribute of good. But it must be sympathy in the right place. Sympathy of thought has been the greatest lever in the machinery of mankind, but to sympathize with a weak nature sometimes breaks up his foundation. Know your subject. Never withhold sympathy in loving one. But rather than sympathy, use encouragement as a tonic to tone up a weakling. Kindly sympathetic interest is only another name for encouragement.

43:27Never take away a prop without putting a stronger one in its place. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. by Rudolf Valentino, read for labourbox.org recording by L. C. Sellwin. Labor on whose shoulders are the cross's held. None can like an allaborer to him who bears the heavy-hearted thoughts. What can I say? It is more laborious than many tasks. Yet, it is not task. For task is given to be done, and ye are the crossbears, if ye will. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Recording by LC-Cell1. Wealth to BFS by Rudolf Fallantino.

44:35Read for Liebervox.org. Recording by Sarah Brown as Extinction Vermont. Wealth to BFS. Treasures in the lowly casket that we call a brain. Can jewels of the earth compare with all that man finds hidden there? The wealth of knowledge that will lead a willing soul into a land of untold wonder? Where will be the lasting goal of every seeking thought? End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. To the brother of Maris. Maris of the golden eyes, you and all innocents, looked upon a lovely world in wondering shyness. Beauty beckoned, then turned the corner

45:40of another day, leaving in her stead an unknown one, the stranger to light. Maris of the satan dies, in your pity, looking from another world, have compassion on beauty, who thoughtlessly turned away, leaving another in her place, the stranger to light. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Hunger by Rudolf Valentino. Red for Librivox.org. Recording by Nikelia Schwartz. Hunger. I have journeyed toward the city on the long, long road of life. I have learned how little pity plays a squeaking part in life. I have learned that only money is the voice that's heard today, calling for God's milk and honey even hunger has no say. I have reached the city's center by the crooked road of hell for starvation's been my mentor

46:47and has taught her lesson well. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Money by Rudolf Valentino. Red for Librivox.org. Recording by Chuck Williamson. Money. Money. You harlequin of the great masquerade of life. You wear the dollar sign as your mask. It may hide you, yes, for a time. But when it last grim reality stalks into the midst of the festivities. The mask is ruthlessly torn away, and then is seen. The true expression hidden behind it. The cruel visage of discordant greed. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.

47:54The choice by Rudolf Valentino. Red for Librivox.org. Recording by Sarah Brown as exjunction for Mott. The choice. Words are jewels rare if need be. Words are sometimes fair. You heed me. But our choosing makes them seem the reflection of a dream. Let us therefore choose and reason whereby all that good is ours and by knowing rightful season pass forever. Happy hours. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Italy by Rudolf Valentino. Red for Librivox.org. by Helen Ferrara Fagin. Italy to Caruso. The earth is earth that is its worth to men who walk below. But to the soul that seeks its goal each land is all they know. One calls

48:55it home another heart, another property. But to the one who loves his son he calls it Italy. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Aaron by Rudolf Valentino. Red for Librivox.org. Recording by Chuck Williamson. Aaron. The green sod is red now. Rebellion. The green sod is white now. Peerity. The green sod is blue now. With truth. And the green sod is ever green. It is grown. None can stop natural growth. Aaron. Land of dreams. Awaken. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.

50:02Bees by Rudolf Valentino. Red for Librivox.org. Bees. The air is alive with buzzing bees. The little workers of destinies. We grasp and strive to make our way. Each life a hive and so are they. Is fraught with honey sweet. If we know all is good in destiny. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. 2MT by Rudolf Valentino. Red for Librivox.org. Recording by Elsie Sellwyn. 2MT. A certain lad had a long way to go so he sat still and waited until. Well, another

51:07lad also had a long way to go. So he hurried along and before long he received several gifts not to be sneezed at. No, they were not to be sneezed at, though I must say they made his eyes water a bit. The gifts were lovely little blisters on his petal extremities, so he had to sit down and take care of his poor feet. And in pain, Terry'd looking at his poor feet. Ah, yes, our other little lad took it very slowly, almost like the proverbial snail, but kept on the lookout and pretty soon a nice, comfortable wagon came along, and took the slow little boy for a nice ride. And the good little slow boy rode merely by the poor little fast boy, who still sat nursing his blisters. He had really gone stepping on some little brimstones. Though he said they were pebbles. The good little slow boy turned back and put his hand to the poor little fast boy, but I regret to say he raised his digits to his nose. Oh, world, where is thy sting? Note, this is not a moral, it is only something that

52:15happens every day on our best traffic roads. And if poem this recording is in the public domain, recording by Elsie Selwyn. Imperialism by Rudolf Valentino Rad for Liebervox.org by Josh Kibby Oh, mirror, most and grateful ruler man has ever had. We trembling bow to your decree, but oh, Tis very sad for all our great devotion and concern in your behalf, no matter how we worship you, you just give us the laugh. Though we may claim democracy, you hold us like a slave, the tyrant ruler of the world from cradle to the grave. Pa Adam's prize of Pallos look to you, it is the laugh. The reward for faithful service is Mathusela Zepateph. And of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Radio, read for Liebervox.org, recording by Chuck Williamson.

53:26Radio to HM Radio of romance, you broadcasting to the universe, all that is most blessed in all things. But to me alone, the melody of your love flows through the artery of time and space, for unity can never know division. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Radio to HM The Collitiscope of Love by Rudolf Valentino. Rad for Liebervox.org, recording by Chuck Williamson. The Collitiscope of Love synonyms and antonyms. A. Adoration, anticipation, affinity, arguments.

54:28B. Beauty, bliss, bitterness, bondage. C. Curesces, circumstances, confidences, charm. D. Desire, delusion, dreams, divorce. E. Exitcy, engagement. Ego. End. F. Fascination, forgetfulness. Flattery, faith. G. Gossip, gratitude, gift, goodbye. A. H. Happiness, honor, heartache, hell. A. Intuition, irony, idolatry, integrity. J. Jellicy, joy, justice, June. K. Kisses, keepsakes, knowledge, kismet.

55:33L. Lips loneliness. Logic longing. M. Marriage, morality, money, man. N. No nearest novelty, never. O. Opposition, own offering, opulence. P. Passion, promise, pride, proposal. Q. Quality, quest, queries, quarrels. R. Romance, reveries, realization, remembrance. S. Sympathy, sacrifice, shame, settlement. T. Thoughts, truth, temper, tears.

56:36U. Unkindness, understanding, uncertainty, unfaithfulness. V. Virtue, vanity, vows, vengeance. W. Wisdom, wishes, wedlock, woman. X. The unknown. Love. Y. Youth, yearning. Yes, yarn. Z. Zinath, zest, zeal, zero. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Memorial by Rudolf Valentino, read for Lieberbox.org, recording by Elsie Sallwyn.

57:36Memorial to ASR. Assaint and astained glass window, to the memory of one who lived the life, in synanced strife, is the epitome of fun. A bit of colored crockery, a picture wrought in glass, as memories mockery, to his best to let it pass. Assaint and astained glass window, a blessed memorial true, when it reflects the beauty of the memory of you. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Recording by Elsie Sallwyn. D. DUST TO DUST by Rudolf Valentino, read for Lieberbox.org by Thomas Peter. I take a bone. I gaze at it in wonder. You, a bit of strength that was.

58:38In you today I see the whited sepulchre of nothingness, but you were the shaft that held the wagon of life. Your strength held together the vehicle of man, until God called, and the soul answered. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Lola by Tree by Rudolf Valentino, read for Lieberbox.org. Recording by Campbell Shalp. Lola by Tree. Cradle a thought on a bow of a tree, where it will swing so easily, where it will gather to its heart, all in nature's lovely march, for every lovely living thing stops to talk by a tree and sing of what has gone on that very day in fields and forests far away. If little thoughts hear happily, all that's said about a tree, they'll grow to be so wise and true.

59:41They'll come back to the heart of you, much stronger grown and beauty-free, because their cradle was a tree. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Adage by Rudolf Valentino, read for Lieberbox.org. Recording by Campbell Shalp. Adage. Happy childhood knows no sting that the age of stealth-threatening, stealing hours from the day, takes the joy of strength away, stealing hours from the night, taking all for rest is might, when we steal away a trust, nothing ever can we give, back to him and so we must, never steal but give to live. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Faithfulness by Rudolf Valentino, read for Lieberbox.org.

1:00:41Recording by Campbell Shalp. Faithfulness. To our little friend, the dog. A dog is the nearest approach to the sweet submissive spirit God would have in us, faithfulness in the highest form. He only is faithful because he believes in you, as God would have us believe in him. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Reflections at random by Rudolf Valentino, read for Lieberbox.org. Recording by Campbell Shalp. Reflections at random. 280. Sing a song to the moon or sing a song to the sun, but just as long as you sing a song your day or night is well begun. Woman. The unreasonable reason for the great reason, which the sage is called Life. Others not so knowing call it Love. Faith. The engagement.

1:01:41Repartee of Love. Hope. Marriage. Maybe it's reply, but charity. Divorce. Is the retort to Cordius. The wedding marked or two step, I should say, is only two often the lock step. Punishment is seldom unmarried, though we may not always see the cause. It is unwise to doubt others when you are not sure of yourself. Scientists are fools in some respects. I mean the so-called ones for they ignore the science of all important things. Friend is symbolical of heaven, but some play hell with it. Fun is the healthy disease and is very contagious. May I intrude? Is often substituted for? Do I intrude? Boars are not connoisseurs in the selection of verbs. Make the best of what comes for the best is coming. The great divide is the division of thought which separates the wise from the fools.

1:02:43Whatever has in it the element of restlessness is like the poison ivy plant. It causes rash and spasmodic movements, and after all the scratching the victim is worse off than before. Worlds and worlds to live in and so if you do. Care is helpful if we carefully care, but when we carelessly care, be careful. Gossip never related in the same way. When you eat hash you do not always recognize the different kinds of meat in it do you, so it is with twice told tales. We always prefer the most difficult way. It seems so much more important, but once we realize it, truth is always simplest when it is truth. It takes a hero to accuse no one, but to take another's accusation to his heart. Love's greatest expression is service. Eyes are living windows. Into the garden we all go, but most are looking for the warm in the bed and never see the promise of the flower.

1:03:48Arch the very mockery of it, in a painted mask we sometimes call a face, a last that pigment be so badly used, and artistry brought to much sad disgrace. Take freedom, but take care less to take your liberty from you. To be a humorist one must be concise, witty, but short-lived, for the good die young. Cleverness, word most useful to the bard, who finds his pathway all be set without, for if we find his hidden meaning's heart, we call him clever, then he knows what we're about. Publicity is the keystone in the arch of triumph. Money pretender to the throne of all we most desire. Doubt is the opposing influence of our lives. Happiness, some never know as a lasting friend, but only as a bowling acquaintance. Wifehood is a profession, but womanhood is the expression. Faith is the oasis in our desert of lost hope.

1:04:50Given a chance to run in the great race, even a weakling can win if he wears the armor of courage. Purpose in doing is the cornerstone of success. Did anything ever build itself overnight that was worthy of the name great structure? Loving service is more helpful than scholarly advice. Friend, most lovely word akin to love, its dearest relation, might I say. We dream of greatness and humility, only to awaken to the greatness of humility. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Cooperation by Rudolf Valentino, read for Libravox.org, recording by Campbell Schelp. Cooperation. O Justin Mighty, army of the world of living things, march out into the open heart of man. He needs a touch of nature with the sympathy it brings

1:05:51in order to work out life's perfect plan. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. End of Daydreams by Rudolf Valentino.