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Read by Ashley Zhangazha
iii. Usk Do not suddenly break the branch, or Hope to find The white hart over the white well. Glance aside, not for lance, do not spell Old enchantments. Let…
Read by Adrian Dunbar
‘A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp, The…
Read by Elizabeth McGovern
Eyes that last I saw in tears Through division Here in death’s dream kingdom The golden vision reappears I see the eyes but not the tears This is my affliction…
Lady, three white leopards sat under a juniper-tree In the cool of the day, having fed to satiety On my legs my heart my liver and that which had been…
The flower that smiles to-day To-morrow dies; All that we wish to stay Tempts and then flies. What is this world’s delight? Lightning that mocks the night, Brief even as…
Read by Tom Burke, Joel MacCormack, Guy Paul + 1 other
I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert… Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered…
[excerpt] “All things are sold: the very light of Heaven Is venal; earth’s unsparing gifts of love, The smallest and most despicable things That lurk in the abysses of the…
[excerpt] V While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped Through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin, And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high…
[excerpt] ‘What Power delights to torture us? I know That to myself I do not wholly owe What now I suffer, though in part I may. Alas! none strewed sweet…
Read by Freddie Fox, Lily James, Elizabeth McGovern + 4 others
Written on the occasion of the massacre at Manchester I As I lay asleep in Italy There came a voice from over the Sea And with great power it forth…
I The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single;…
Read by Lily James, Freddie Fox, Elizabeth McGovern + 5 others
[excerpt] XXXVI Our Adonais has drunk poison – oh! What deaf and viperous murderer could crown Life’s early cup with such a draught of woe? The nameless worm would now…
