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Read by Roger Moore
The Celt in all his variants from Builth to Ballyhoo, His mental processes are plain – one knows what he will do, And can logically predicate his finish by his…
“These were never your true love’s eyes. Why do you feign that you love them? You that broke from their constancies, And the wide calm brows above them! This was…
Read by Roger Moore, Dominic West & Henry Goodman
I’ve taken my fun where I’ve found it; I’ve rogued an’ I’ve ranged in my time; I’ve ‘ad my pickin’ o’ sweet’earts, An’ four o’ the lot was prime. One…
Read by Dominic West, Roger Moore & Henry Goodman
When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden’s green and gold, Our father Adam sat under the Tree and scratched with a stick in the mould; And…
If I have given you delight By aught that I have done, Let me lie quiet in that night Which shall be yours anon: And for the little, little, span…
Read by Roger Moore, Kenneth Cranham & Sophie Cookson
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make…
Read by Freddie Fox, Patrick Kennedy, Joel MacCormack + 1 other
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the lake, And no birds sing. O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, So haggard and…
Read by Bob Geldof, Evanna Lynch & Patrick Kennedy
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards…
Read by Eileen Atkins, Eddie Redmayne & Monica Dolan
He would declare and could himself believe That the birds there in all the garden round From having heard the daylong voice of Eve Had added to their own an…
Read by Sir Trevor McDonald, Charlotte Rampling, Elizabeth McGovern + 2 others
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could…
Read by Eileen Atkins, Alexandra Dowling, Derek Jacobi + 1 other
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow….
I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain – and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down…