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As of Cliffbreaking have left a chasm, and in the chasm are foam and yellow sands. Beyond red roofs about a narrow war, in cluster, then a molded church, and higher, along street climbs to one tall towered mill, and high in heaven behind it, a grey down with Danish barrels, and a haze a wood, by autumn nutters haunted, flourishes green in a cup-like hollow of the down. Here on this beach a hundred years ago, three children of three houses, and he Lee, the prettiest little damsel in the port, and Philip Ray, the miller's only son, and Enoch Arden, a rough sailor's lad, made orphan by a winter shipwreck, played among the waste and lumber of the shore, hard coils of cordage, swarthy fishing-nets, anchors of rusty fluke, and boats up drawn, and built their castles of dissolving sand to watch
them overflowed, or following up and flying the white breaker, daily left the little footprint, daily washed away. A narrow cave ran in beneath the cliff, in this the children played at keeping house, Enoch was host one day, Philip the next, while Annie still was mistress, but at times Enoch would hold possession for a week. This is my house, and this my little wife. Mine too, said Philip, turn and turn about. Where, if they quarreled, Enoch stronger made was master, then would Philip, his blue eyes all flooded with the helpless wrath of tears, shriek out, I hate you, Enoch, and at this, the little wife would weep for company, and pray them not to quarrel for her sake, and say she would be little wife to both. But when the dawn of Rosie childhood passed, and the new warmth of life's ascending sun was
felt by either, either fixed his heart on that one girl, and Enoch spoke his love, but Philip loved in silence, and the girl seemed kinder unto Philip than to him, but she loved Enoch, though she knew it not, and would if asked, deny it. Enoch set a purpose ever more before his eyes to hoard all savings to the uttermost, to purchase his own boat, and make a home for Annie, and so prospered that at last a luckier or a bolder fisherman, a carefuler in peril, did not breathe, for leaks along that breaker-beaton coast, than Enoch. Likewise he had served a year on board-emergentment, and made himself full sailor, and he thrice had plucked a life from the dreadsweep of the downstreaming seas, and all men looked upon him favorably, and ere he touched his one and twenty-th me, he purchased his own boat,
and made a home for Annie, neat and nest-like, halfway up the narrow street that plumbered to ward the mill. Then on a golden autumn eventide, the younger people making holiday, with bag and sack and basket, great and small, went nothing to the hazels. Philip stayed, his father lying sick and kneading him, an hour behind, but as he climbed the hill, just where the pro-nedge of the wood began to feather toward the hollow, saw the pair, Enoch and Annie, sitting hand in hand. His large gray eyes and weather-beaton face all kindled by a still and sacred fire, that burnt as on an altar. Philip looked, and in their eyes and faces read his doom. Then as their faces drew together groaned, and slipped aside, and like a wounded life crept down into the hollows of the wood.
There, while the rest were loud in merry-making, had his dark hour unseen, and rose and past, bearing a lifelong hunger in his heart. End of section 1 Section 2 of Enoch Arden by Alfred Lord Tennyson. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. So these were wet, and merrily rang the bells, and merrily ran the years, seven happy years, seven happy years of health and competence, and mutual love, and honorable toil, with children first a daughter. In him woke with his first babes first cry, the noble wish to save all learnings to the uttermost, and give his child a better bringing up than his had been, or hers, a wish renewed when two
years after came a boy to be the rosy idol of her solitudes. While Enoch was abroad on wrathful seas, or often journeying landward, for in truth Enoch's white horse and Enoch's ocean spoil in ocean-smelling osher, and his face rough reddened with a thousand winter-gales, not only to the market-cross were known, but in the leafy lanes behind the down, far as a portal-wording lion-welp, and peacock-utri of a lonely hall whose Friday fare was Enoch's ministering. Then came a change, as all things human change, ten miles to northward of the narrow port opened a larger haven, so they're used Enoch at times to go by land or sea, and once when there, and clambering on a mast in harbor, by mischancey slipped and fell. A limb was broken when they lifted him,
and while he lay recovering there his wife for him another son, a sickly one. Another hand crept to across his trade, taking her bread and theirs, and on him fell, although a grave and stayed, God-fearing man, yet lying thus inactive, doubt and gloom. He seemed as in a nightmare of the night to see his children leading evermore low miserable lives of hand to mouth, and her he loved a beggar. Then he prayed, save them from this, whatever comes to me. And while he prayed, the master of that ship Enoch had served in, hearing his mischance, came, for he knew the man and valued him, reporting of his vessel, China bound, and wanting yet a boson. Would he go? There yet were many weeks before she sailed, sailed from this port, would Enoch have the place, and Enoch all at once ascended to it,
rejoicing at that answer to his prayer. So now that shadow of mischance appeared no graver than as when some little cloud cuts off the fiery highway of the sun, and aisles a light in the offing. Yet the wife, when he was gone, the children, what to do. Then he Enoch lay long pondering on his plans, to sell the boat, and yet he loved her well, how many a rough sea had he weathered in her. He knew her as a horseman knows his horse, and yet to sell her, then with what she brought by goods and stores, said Annie-forth in trade with all that seamen needed or their wives, so might she keep the house while he was gone. Should he not trade himself out yonder, go this voyage more than once, ye twice or thrice, as oft as needed. Last returning rich
become the master of a larger craft, with fuller profits, lead an easier life, have all his pretty young ones educated, and pass his days in peace among his own. Thus Enoch, in his heart, determined all. Then moving homeward came on Annie-Pale, nursing the sickly babe, her latest born. Forward she started with a happy cry and laid the feeble infant in his arms, whom Enoch took, and handled all his limbs, appraised his weight and fondled, fatherlike, but had no heart to break his purposes to Annie, till the morrow, when he spoke. Then, first since Enoch's golden ring had girt her finger, Annie fought against his will, yet not with brawling opposition she, but manifold and treaties, many a tear, many a sad kiss by day, by night renewed. Sure that all evil would come out of it, be sought him, supplicating,
if he cared for her or his dear children, not to go. He, not for his own self-carrying, but her, and her children, let her plead in vain, so grieving held his will and bore it through. For Enoch parted with his old see-friend, bought Annie goods and stores, and set his hand to fit their little streetward sitting-room with shelf and corner for the goods and stores. So all day long, till Enoch's last at home, shaking their pretty cabin, hammer and axe, auger and saw, while Annie seemed to hear her own death-scuffled raising, shrilled and rang, till this was ended, and his careful hand, the space was narrow, having ordered all almost as neat and close as nature packs her blossom or her seedling, paused, and he who needs would work for Annie to the last, ascending tired, heavily slept till mourn. And Enoch faced this morning of farewell
brightly and boldly. All his Annie's fears, save as his Annie's, were a laughter to him, yet Enoch has a brave God-fearing man bowed himself down, and in that mystery where God in man is one with man in God, prayed for a blessing on his wife and babes, whatever came to him. And then he said, Annie, this voyage by the grace of God will bring fair weather yet to all of us. Keep a clean hearth and a clear fire for me, for I'll be back my girl before you know it, then lightly rocking baby's cradle. And he, this pretty puny weekly little one, nay for I love him all the better for it, God bless him, he shall sit upon my knees and I will tell him tales of foreign parts, and make him merry when I come home again. Come Annie, come, cheer up before I go. Him, running on thus hopefully she heard and almost hoped herself,
but when he turned the current of his talk to graver things, in sailor fashion roughly sermonizing on providence and trust in heaven, she heard, heard, and not heard him. As the village girl who sets her pitcher underneath the spring, musing on him that used to fill it for her, hears and not hears, and lets it overflow. At length she spoke, O enocque, where wise, and yet for all your wisdom well know why that I shall look upon your face no more. Well then, said enoc, I shall look on yours, Annie, the ship I sail in passes here, he named the day, get you a seaman's glass, spy out my face and laugh at all your fears. But when the last of those last moments came. Annie, my girl, cheer up, be comforted, look to the babes, until I come again, keep everything ship-shaped, for I must go, and fear no more for me,
or if you fear cast all your cares on God, that anchor holds. Is he not yonder in those uttermost parts of the morning? If I flee to these, can I go from him? And the sea is his? The sea is his! He made it! Enoc rose, cast his strong arms about his drooping wife, and kissed his wondrous stricken little ones. But for the third, the sickly one who slept after a night of feverish wakefulness, when Annie would have raised him, Enoc said, wake him not, let him sleep, how should the child remember this? And kissed him in his cot. But Annie from her baby's forehead, clipped a tiny curl, and gave it. This he kept through all his future. But now, hastily caught his bundle, waved his hand, and went his way. End of Section 2
Section 3 of Enoc Arden by Alfred Lord Tennyson. This Librivox recording is in the public domain. She, when the day that Enoc mentioned came, borrowed a glass, but all in vain. Perhaps she could not fix the glass to suit her eye. Perhaps her eye was dim, and tremulous. She saw him not, and while he stood on deck waving, the moment and the vessel, passed. Even to the last dip of the vanishing sail she watched it, and departed weeping for him. Then though she mourned his absence as his grave, set her sad will no less to chime with his. But throw not in her trade, not being bred to barter, nor compensating the want by shrewdness, neither capable of lies nor asking over much and taking less, and still foreboding. What would Enoc say? For more than once in days of difficulty and pressure, and she sold her
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And thus, expectant of that news which never came, gain for her own scanty sustenance and lived a life of silent melancholy. Now the third child was sickly born and grew yet sicklier, though the mother cared for it with all the mother's care. Nevertheless, whether her business often called her from it, or through the want of what it needed most, or means to pay the voice who best could tell what most it needed, how so where it was after a lingering air she was aware, like the caged bird escaping suddenly, a little innocent soul flitted away. In that same week when Annie buried it, Phillips drew hard which hungered for her peace, since Enoch left he had not looked upon her, smote him as having kept a loof so long. Surely said Philip, I may see her now, maybe some little comfort, therefore went past through
the solitary room in front, pause for a moment at an inner door, then struck at thrice, and no one opening, entered. But Annie seated with her grief, fresh from the burial of her little one, cared not to look on any human face, but turned her own toward the wall and wet. Then Philip, standing up, said falteringly, Annie, I came to ask a favor of you. He spoke, the passion in her moaned reply, favor from one so sad and so forlorn as I am, half a bashtim, yet unasked, his bashfulness and tenderness at war, he set himself beside her, saying to her, I came to speak to you of what he wished, Enoch, your husband. I have ever said you chose the best among us a strong man, for where he fixed his heart he set his hand to do the thing he willed, and bore it through. And wherefore did he go this weary way and leave you lonely, not to see the
world, for pleasure, nay, but for the wherewithal to give his babes a better bringing up than his had been, or yours, that was his wish, and if he come again, vexed will he be to find the precious morning hours were lost, and it would vex him even in his grave if he could know his babes were running wild like colts about the waste. So Annie, now, have we not known each other all our lives, I do besiege you by the love you bear him and his children, not to say me nay, for if you will when Enoch comes again, why then he shall repay me, if you will, Annie, for I am rich and well to do. Now, let me put the boy and girl to school. This is the favor that I came to ask. Then Annie, with her brows against the wall, answered, I cannot look you in the face, I seem so foolish and so broken down. When you came in my sorrow broke me down, and now I think your
kindness breaks me down, but Enoch lives that is born in on me. He will repay you. Money can be repaid, not kindness such as yours. And Philip asked, then you will let me, Annie? There she turned, she rose and fixed her swimming eyes upon him, and dwelt a moment on his kindly face. Then calling down a blessing on his head, caught at his hand and rung it passionately, and passed into the little garth beyond. So lifted up in spirit, he moved away. Then Philip put the boy and girl to school, and bought them neat for books, and every way, like one who does his duty by his own, made himself theirs. And though for Annie's sake, fearing the lazy gossip of the port, he oft denied his heart his dearest wish, and seldom crossed her threshold, yet he sent gifts by the children, garden herbs and fruit, the late and early roses
from his wall, or conies from the down, and now and then with some pretext of fineness in the meal to save the offence of charitable, flower from his tall mill that whistled on the waist. But Philip did not fathom Annie's mind. Scares could the woman when he came upon her, at a full heart and boundless gratitude, light on a broken word to thank him with. But Philip was her children's all in all. From distant corners of the street they ran to greet his hearty welcome heartily. Lords of his house and of his mill were they. Worryed his pacivier with petty wrongs or pleasures, hung upon him, played with him, and called him Father Philip. Philip gained as Enoch lost, for Enoch seemed to them uncertain as a vision or a dream. Faint has a figure seen an early dawn, down at the far end of an avenue, going we know not where.
And so ten years since Enoch left his hearth and native land, fled forward, and no news of Enoch came. End of section 3 Section 4 of Enoch Arden by Alfred Lord Tennyson. This library box recording is in the public domain. It chanced one evening Annie's children long to go with others, nothing to the wood, and Annie would go with them. Then they begged for Father Philip, as they called him, too. Him, like the working bee in blossom dust, blanched with his mill, they found, and saying to him, come with us Father Philip, he denied. But when the children plucked at him to go, he laughed, and yielded readily to their wish, for was not Annie with them, and they went. But after scaling half the weary down, just where the pro-nage of the wood began to
feather toward the hollow, all her force failed her, and saying, let me rest, she said. So Philip rested with her well-content, while all the younger ones with jubilant cries broke from their elders, and tumultuously down through the whitening hazels made a plunge to the bottom, and dispersed, and bent or broke the lies reluctant boughs to tear away their tawny clusters, crying to each other, and calling here and there about the wood. But Philip, sitting at her side, forgot her presence, and remembered one dark hour here in this wood, when, like a wounded life, he crept into the shadow. At last he said, lifting his honest forehead, listen, Annie, how merry they are down yonder in the wood. Tired, Annie, for she did not speak a word. Tired, but her face had fallen upon her hands. At which, as with the kind of anger in him,
the ship was lost, he said. The ship was lost. No more of that. Why should you kill yourself and make them orphans quite? And Annie said, I thought not of it, but I know not why their voices make me feel so solitary. Then Philip, coming somewhat closer, spoke, Annie, there was a thing up on my mind, and it has been upon my mind so long that though I know not when it first came there, I know that it will out at last. Oh, Annie, it is beyond all hope against all chance that he who left you ten long years ago should still be living. Well then, let me speak. I grieve to say you poor and wanting help. I cannot help you as I wish to do unless, they say that women are so quick. Perhaps you know what I would have you know. I wish you for my wife. I feign would prove a father to your children. I do think they love me as a father. I am sure that I love them as if
they were my own. And I believe if you were fast my wife, but after all these sad uncertain years, we might still be as happy as God grants to any of his creatures. Think upon it, for I am well to do, no kin, no care, no birth and save my care for you and yours. And we have known each other all our lives, and I have loved you longer than you know. Then answered Annie, tenderly she spoke. You have been as God's good angel in our house. God bless you for it. God reward you for it, Philip, with something happier than myself. Can one love twice? Can you be ever loved as Enoc was? What is it that you ask? I am content, he answered, to be loved a little after Enoc. Oh, she cried, scared as it were. Dear Philip, wait a while, if Enoc comes, but Enoc will not come. Yet wait a year, a year is not so long. Surely I shall be wiser in a year. Oh wait a little.
Philip sadly said, Annie, as I have waited all my life, I well may wait a little. Nay, she cried, I am bound, you have my promise in a year. Will you not buy your year as I buy mine? And Philip answered, I will buy my year. Here both from mute, till Philip glancing up beheld the dead flame of the fallen day, passed from the Danish barrow overhead, then fearing night and chill for Annie, rose and sent his voice beneath him through the wood. Up came the children, laden with their spoil, then all descended to the port, and there at Annie's door he paused and gave his hand, saying gently, Annie, when I spoke to you, that was your hour of weakness. I was wrong. It's fall in America, make it count, at the Ram Drive-in to Fall Sales event, make it powerful with our strongest Ram 1500 ever, make it move with the Ram Heavy Duty with an available
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with membership wear applicable, plus Kellogg cereals 8.8 to 16.1 ounces, selected varieties, or peppered farm goldfish, 5.9 to 8 ounces, are 190-9 each when you buy three. Limit 3 offers with membership wear applicable, visit Vons or Albertsons.com for more deals in ways to save. Again, and there he stood once more before her face, claiming her promise. Is it a year, she asked? Yes, if the nuts, he said, be ripe again. Come out and see. But she, she put him off. So much to look to, such a change, a month, give her a month,
she knew that she was bound, a month, no more, then Philip with his eyes full of that lifelong hunger, and his voice, shaking a little like a drunkard's hand. Take your own time, Annie, take your own time, and Annie could have wept for pity of him, and yet she held him on delayingly, with many a scarce believable excuse, trying his truth, and his long sufferings, till half another year had slipped away. By this the lazy gossips of the port, a warrant of a calculation crossed, began to chave as at a personal wrong. Some thought that Philip did but trifle with her, some that she but held off to draw him on. And others left at her and Philip too, a simple folk that knew not their own minds, and one in whom all evil fancies clung, like serpent eggs together, laughingly would hint at worse than either. Her own son was silent,
though he often looked his wish, but evermore the daughter pressed upon her to wed the man so dear to all of them, and lift the household at a poverty. And Philip's rosy face, contracting, grew care-worn and won, and all these things fell on her sharp as reproach. At last one nighted chance that Annie could not sleep, but hernously prayed for a sign. My enoc is he gone? Then compost round by the blind wall of night, brooked not the expectant terror of her heart, started from bed and struck herself a light, then desperately seized the holy book. Suddenly said it wide to find a sign, suddenly put her finger on the text under a palm tree. That was nothing to her, no meaning there. She closed the book and slept. When low, her enoc sitting on a height under a palm tree over him the sun. He is gone, she thought he is happy, he is singing Hosanna in the highest. He undershines the
son of righteousness, and these be palms were of the happy people stroing cried Hosanna in the highest. Here she woke, resolved, sent for him and said wildly to him, there is no reason why we should not wed, then for God's sake," he answered, both are sakes, so you will wed me, let it be at once. End of section 4 Section 5 of Enoc Harden by Alfred Lord Tennyson. This livery box recording is in the public domain. So these were wed and merrily rang the bells, merrily rang the bells, and they were wed, but never merrily beat Annie's heart. A footsteps seemed to fall beside her path. She knew not once, a whisper on her ear, she knew not what, nor loved she to be left alone at home, nor ventured
out alone. What hailed her then, that air she entered, often her hand walt, lingeringly on the latch, fearing to enter. Philip thought he knew, such doubts and fears were common to her state being with child, but when her child was born, then her new child was as herself renewed, then the new mother came about her heart, then her good Philip was her all in all, and that mysterious instinct wholly died. And where was Enoc? Prosperously sailed the ship good fortune, though at setting forth the bisque roughly bridging eastward, Shok and almost overwhelmed her, yet unvexed, she stepped across the summer of the world, then after a long tumble about the cape and frequent interchange of foul and fair. She passing through the summer world again, the breath of heaven came continually and sent her sweetly by the golden aisles, till silent in her oriental haven. There Enoc treated for
himself and bought quaint monsters for the market of those times, a gilded dragon also for the babes. Less lucky her home voyage. At first indeed through many a fair sea-circle day by day scarce rocking, her full-busted figurehead stared or the ripple, feathering from her bows, then followed calms, and then wins variable, then baffling, along course of them, and last storm such as drover under moonless heavens till hard upon the cry of breakers came the crash of ruin, and the loss of all, but Enoc and two others. Half the night void upon floating tackle and broken spars these drifted, stranding on an aisle at mourn, rich, but the loneliest in a lonely sea. No want was there of human sustenance, soft fruitage, mighty nuts, and nourishing roots,
nor say for pity was it hard to take the helpless life so wild that it was tame. There in a seward gazing mountain-gorge they built and sat with leaves of palm, a hut, half-hot, half-native cavern. So the three set in the seeding of all plentiestness, dwelt with eternal summer, ill content. For one, the youngest, hardly more than a boy, hurt in that night of sudden ruin and wreck, lay lingering out her three years death in life. They could not leave him. After he was gone, the two remaining found a fallen stem, and Enoc's comrade, careless of himself, far-hullowing this in Indian fashion, fell sunstricken, and that other lived alone. In those two deaths he read God's warning, wait. The mountain wooded to the peak, the lawns and winding glades high up like waves to heaven,
the slender cocos drooping crown of plumes, the lightning flash of insect and of bird, the lustre of the long convuluvers, that coiled around the stately stems and ran even to the limit of the land. The glows and glories of the broad belt of the world, all these he saw. But what he feign had seen, he could not see, the kindly human face, nor ever hear a kindly voice, but heard the myriad shriek of wheeling ocean-fowl. The leak-long roller-thundering on the reef, the moving whisper of huge trees that branched and blossomed in the zinath, or the sweep of some precipitous rivulet to the wave, as down the shore he ranged, or all day long sat often in the seward gazing gorge, a shipwrecked sailor, waiting for a sail. No sail from day to day, but every day
the sun rise broken into scarlet shafts among the palms and ferns and precipices, the blaze upon the waters to the east, the blaze upon his island overhead, the blaze upon the waters to the west, then the great stars that globed themselves in heaven, the hollow-we're bellowing ocean, and again the scarlet shafts of sunrise, but no sail. There often as he watched or seemed to watch, so still, the golden lizard on him paused. A phantom made of many phantoms moved before him, haunting him, or he himself moved, haunting people, things, and places, known far in a darker aisle beyond the line. The babes, their babble, Annie, the small house, the climbing street, the mill, the leafy lanes, the peacock-hutri, and the lonely hall, the horse he drove, the boat he
sold, the chill November dawns and dewy glooming downs, the gentle shower, the smell of dying leaves, and the low moan of leaden-colored seas. Once likewise in the ringing of his ears, though faintly merrily far and far away he heard the peeling of his parish bells, then, though he knew not where for, started up shuddering, and when the beauty is hateful I'll return upon him, had not his poor heart spoken with that, which being everywhere lets none, who speaks with him, seem all alone. Surely the man had died of solitude. End of Section 5 Section 6 of Enoch Harden by Alfred Lord Tennyson Its fall in Jeep Country, and during the drive-in-to-fall sales event,
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For since the mate had seen at early dawn across a break on the mist, wreath, and aisle, the silent water slipping from the hills, they sent a crew that landing burst away in search of stream or fount, and filled the shores with clamor. Downward from his mountain gorge, stepped the long haired, long bearded solitary. Brown, looking hardly human, strangely clad, muttering and mumbling, itd if like it seemed, with inarticulate rage, and making signs they knew not what. And yet he led the way to where the rivulets of sweet water ran, and ever as he mingled with the crew and heard them talking, his long bound and tongue was loosened till he made them understand, whom when their casks were filled they took a board, and there the tail he uttered brokenly, scarce credited at first but more and more amazed and melted all who listened to it.
And clothes they gave him and free passage home, but often he worked among the rest and shook his isolation from him. None of these came from his county, or could answer him if questioned, ought of what he cared to know. And dull the voyage was with long delays, the vessel scarce sea-worthy, but evermore his fancy fled before the lazy wind returning, till beneath a clouded moon he like a lover down through all his blood, drew in the dewy, medowy morning breath of England, blown across her ghostly wall, and that same morning officers and men levied a kindly tax upon themselves, pitying the lonely man, and gave him it, then moving up the coast they landed him, even in that harbor whence he sailed before. There he nox spoke no word to anyone, but homeward, home, what home, had he a home? His home he walked. Bright was that afternoon,
sunny but chill, till drawn through either chasm where either haven opened on the deeps, rolled a sea haze and weelmed the world in grey, cut off the length of highway on before, and left but narrow breaths to left and right of withered hold, or tilth, or pasture-age, on the nigh-naked tree the robin piped, disconsolate, and through the dripping haze the dead weight of the dead leaf bore it down. Thicker the drizzle grew, deeper the gloom, last as it seemed a great mist-blooded light flared on him, and he came upon the place. Then down the long street having slowly stolen, his heart foreshadowing all calamity, his eyes upon the stones, he reached the home where any lived and loved him, and his babes in those far off seven happy years were born, but finding neither light nor murmur
there, a bill of sail gleamed through the drizzle, crept still downward thinking, dead, or dead to me. Down to the pool and narrow-warf he went, seeking a tavern which of old he knew, a front of timber-crossed antiquity, so propped, were a meetan, ruinously old, he thought it must have gone, but he was gone who kept it, and his widow, Miriam Lane, with daily dwindling profits held the house, a haunt of brawling seamen once, but now stiller, with yet a bed for wandering men. There, Enoch rested, silent, many days. But Miriam Lane was good and garulous, nor let him be, but often breaking in told him with other annals of the fort, not knowing Enoch was so brown, so bold, so broken, all the story of his house, his babes' death, her growing poverty, how Philip put her little ones to school and kept them in it,
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and know that she is happy, so the thought haunted and harassed him and drove him forth. At evening when the dull November day was growing dollar-twilight, to the hill, there he sat down, gazing on all below. There did a thousand memories roll upon him, unspeakable for sadness. By and by, the ruddy square of comfortable light, far blazing from the rear of Philip's house, allured him, as the beacon blaze allures the bird of passage, till he madly strikes against it, and beats out his weary life. For Philip's dwelling fronted on the street, the latest house to landward, but behind, with one small gate that opened on the waist, flourished a little garden square and walled. And in it, throw an ancient evergreen, a utri, and all round it ran a walk of shingle,
and a walk divided it. But Enoch shunned the middle walk and stole up by the wall, behind the you, and thence that which he better might have shunned, if griefs like his have worse or better, Enoch saw. For cups and silver on the burnished board, sparkled and shun, so genial was the hearth, and on the right hand of the hearth he saw Philip, the slighted suitor of all times, stout, rosy, with his bay across his knees, and or her second father stooped a girl, a later but a loftier, and he lay, fair-haired and tall, and from her lifted hand, angled a length of ribbon, and a ring to tempt the babe, who reared his crazy arms, caught at and ever missed it, and they laughed. And on the left hand of the hearth he saw the mother, glancing often toward her babe, but turning now and then to speak with him, her son,
who stood beside her tall and strong, and saying that which pleased him, for he smiled. End of Section 6 Section 7 of Enoch Harden by Alfred Lord Tennyson, this livery box recording is in the public domain. Now when the dead man come to life, beheld his wife, his wife no more, and saw the babe hers yet not his upon the father's knee, and all the warmth the peace the happiness and his own children tall and beautiful, and him that other, reigning in his place, Lord of his rights and of his children's love. Then he, though Miriam Lane had taught him all, because things seen or might hear them things heard, staggered and shook, holding the branch, and feared to send a broad, a shrill and terrible cry,
which in one moment, like the blast of doom, would shatter all the happiness of the hearth. He therefore turning softly like a thief, lest the hearth shingles should grate underfoot, and feeling all along the garden wall lest he should swoon and tumble and be found, crept to the gate and opened it and closed, as lightly as a sick man's chamber door behind him, and came out upon the waist. And there he would have knelt, but that his knees were feeble, so that falling prone he dug his fingers into the wet earth and prayed. Too hard to bear! Why did they take me, thens? Oh, God Almighty, blessed Savior, thou that didst uphold me on my lonely aisle, uphold me father in my loneliness a little longer. Aid me, give me strength not to tell her, never to let her know.
Help me not to break in upon her peace, my children too, must I not speak to these, they know me not, I should betray myself. Never, no father's kiss for me, the girl so like her mother and the boy, my son. There speech and thought and nature failed a little, and he lay trance, but when he rose and paced back toward his solitary home again, all down the long and narrow street he went, beating it in upon his weary brain, as though it were the birth and of a song, not to tell her, never to let her know. He was not all unhappy, his resolve upbore him, and firm faith, and evermore prayer from a living source within the will, and beating up through all the bitter world like fountains of sweet water in the sea, kept him a living soul.
This Miller's wife, he said to Miriam, that you told me of, has she no fear that her first husband lives? I, I poor soul, said Miriam. Fairy now, if you could tell her you had seen him dead, why that would be her comfort, and he thought, after the Lord has called me, she shall know. I wait his time, and he knocks at himself scorning and alms to work whereby to live. Almost to all things could he turn his hand, cuve her he was, and carpenter, and wrought to make the boatman fishing-nets, or helped at lading and unlading the tall barks that brought the stinted commerce of those days, thus earned a scanty living for himself. Yet since he did but labor for himself, work without hope, there was not life in it whereby the man could live, and as a year rolled itself round again to meet the day when Enoch had returned.
A langer came upon him, gentle sickness, gradually weakening the man till he could do no more, but kept the house, his chair, and last his bed, and Enoch bore his weakness cheerfully. For sure no gladlier does the stranded wreck see through the gray skirts of a lifting squall, the boat that bears the hope of life approach, to save the life despaired of, than he saw death dawning on him, and the clothes of all. For through that dawning gleamed a kindlier hope on Enoch thinking, after I am gone, then may she learn I loved her to the last. He called aloud for Miriam Lane, and said, woman, I have a secret only swear before I tell you swear upon the book not to reveal it
till you see me dead. Dead? Flammered the good woman, here I am talk, I warrant man that we shall bring you round. Swear, added Enoch sternly, on the book, and on the book, have frited, Miriam swore. Then Enoch rolling his gray eyes upon her, did you know Enoch ardent of this town? Know him, she said, I knew him far away. I, I, I mind him coming down the street, held his head high and cared for no man he, slowly and sadly Enoch answered her. His head is low, and no man cares for him. I think I have not three days more to live. I am the man, at which the woman gave a half incredulous, half hysterical cry.
You, Arden, you, nay, sure he was a foot higher than you be. Enoch said again, my God has bowed me down to what I am. My grief and solitude have broken me. Nevertheless know you that I am he who married, but that name has twice been changed. I married her who married Philip Ray. Said, listen, then he told her of his voyage, his wreck, his lonely life, his coming back, his gazing in on Annie, his resolve, and how he kept it. As the woman heard, fast-float the current of her easy tears, while in her heart she yearned incessantly to rush a broad all round the little haven, proclaiming Enoch Arden and his woes.
But odd and promise bound in she for bore, saying only, see your barons before you go. Hey, let me fetch him, Arden, and arose eager to bring them down, for Enoch hung a moment on her words, but then replied. End of section 7 Enoch Arden Section 8 of Enoch Arden by Alfred Lord Tennyson, this LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Woman disturbed me not now at the last, but let me hold my purpose till I die. Sit down again, mark me and understand, while I have powered to speak. I charge you now when you shall see her, tell her that I died blessing her, praying for her, loving her, save for the bar between us, loving her as when she laid her head beside my own.
Until my daughter Annie, whom I saw so like her mother, that my latest breath was spent in blessing her and praying for her, and tell my son that I died blessing him, and say to Philip that I blessed him too, he never meant us anything but good. But if my children care to see me dead, who hardly knew me living, let them come, I am their father, but she must not come, for my dead face would vex her after life. And now there is but one of all my blood who will embrace me in the world to be. This hair is his. She cut it off and gave it, and I have borne it with me all these years, and thought to bear it with me to my grave. But now my mind is changed, for I shall see him, my babe, in bliss, wherefore when I am gone, take, give her this, for it may
comfort her. It will moreover be a token to her that I am he. He ceased, and Miriam Lane made such a voluble answer promising all, that once again he rolled his eyes upon her, repeating all he wished, and once again she promised. In the third night after this while Enoch's slumbered motionless and pale, and Miriam watched and dozed at intervals, there came so loud a calling of the sea, that all the houses in the Haven rang. He woke, he rose, he spread his arms abroad, crying with a loud voice, a sail, a sail, I am saved, and so fell back and spoke no more. So passed the strong heroic soul away, and when they buried him the little port had seldom seen a costly or a funeral.
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