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Read by Charlotte Rampling & Kristin Scott Thomas
The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is a kind of grief. Is it that they are born…
Read by Bob Geldof
No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss’d By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine; Make not…
Read by Jeremy Irons
I. So far as our story approaches the end, Which do you pity the most of us three? – My friend, or the mistress of my friend With her wanton…
Read by Charles Dance
You’ll love me yet! – and I can tarry Your love’s protracted growing: June reared that bunch of flowers you carry From seeds of April’s sowing. I plant a heartful…
I Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find! I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf and blind; But although I take your meaning, ’tis with…
My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there’s a barrel that I didn’t fill Beside it, and there may be two or three Apples I…
Read by Patrick Kennedy
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art! — Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night, And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like Nature’s patient sleepless Eremite, The…
Read by Elizabeth McGovern, Michael Maloney, Guy Paul + 2 others
extract A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a…
Read by Tom Burke, Harriet Walter, Lily James + 1 other
Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold….
Read by Seamus Heaney & Simon Callow
Sweetheart, do not love too long: I loved long and long, And grew to be out of fashion Like an old song. All through the years of our youth Neither…
Read by Bob Geldof, Seamus Heaney & Simon Callow
Civilisation is hooped together, brought Under a rue, under the semblance of peace By manifold illusion; but man’s life is thought, And he, despite his terror, cannot cease Ravening through…
Read by Edna O’Brien & Patrick Kennedy
You think it horrible that lust and rage Should dance attention upon my old age; They were not such a plague when I was young; What else have I to…