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Read by Fiona Shaw & Patrick Kennedy
How can I, that girl standing there, My attention fix On Roman or on Russian Or on Spanish politics, Yet here’s a travelled man that knows What he talks about,…
Read by Sinéad Cusack & Patrick Kennedy
The light of evening, Lissadell, Great windows open to the south, Two girls in silk kimonos, both Beautiful, one a gazelle. But a raving autumn shears Blossom from the summer’s…
Read by Colin Salmon, Harriet Walter, Guy Paul + 6 others
Canto the First (excerpts) 65 Alfonso was the name of Julia’s lord, A man well looking for his years, and who Was neither much beloved, nor yet abhorr’d; They lived…
It would seem so, judging by neat Delineations of the lady, in her zeal to meet Commiserations fitly, from beneath a dusty mask. Convention’s face misleads the artist’s feet. Bloody…
I The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As…
Read by Dan Stevens & Max Irons
“I’m sorry I done it, Major.” We bandaged the livid face; And led him out, ere the wan sun rose, To die his death of ignorance. The bolt-heads locked to…
Read by Patrick Kennedy, David Hare, Dan Stevens + 1 other
Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm; Time and fevers burn away Individual beauty from Thoughtful children, and the grave Proves the child ephemeral: But in…
Read by Eileen Atkins, Lily James, Joanna David + 2 others
Let me tell you a little story About Miss Edith Gee; She lived in Clevedon Terrace At number 83. She’d a slight squint in her left eye, Her lips they…
Read by Eileen Atkins, Lily James, Felicity Kendal + 1 other
He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be One against whom there was no official complaint, And all the reports on his conduct agree That, in the modern…
Read by Tara Fitzgerald & Freddie Fox
Side by side, their faces blurred, The earl and countess lie in stone, Their proper habits vaguely shown As jointed armour, stiffened pleat, And that faint hint of the absurd…
Read by Freddie Fox & Deborah Findlay
I thought it would last my time – The sense that, beyond the town, There would always be fields and farms, Where the village louts could climb Such trees as…
Read by Deborah Findlay
Always too eager for the future, we Pick up bad habits of expectancy. Something is always approaching; every day Till then we say, Watching from a bluff the tiny, clear…