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Read by Nicole Ansari-Cox
Katherine Philips ALAS, how barbarous are we, Thus to reward the courteous Tree, Who its broad shade affording us, Deserves not to be wounded thus! See how the yielding bark…
The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet’s cry Came loud—and hark, again! loud as before. The inmates of my cottage, all at rest, Have left…
Read by Tim McInnerny
Thomas Hardy I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-grey, And Winter’s dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings…
O blithe New-comer! I have heard, I hear thee and rejoice. O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grass…
Read by Joely Richardson
Emily Dickinson A Bird, came down the Walk – He did not know I saw – He bit an Angle Worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw, And then,…
Philip Larkin Lambs that learn to walk in snow When their bleating clouds the air Meet a vast unwelcome, know Nothing but a sunless glare. Newly stumbling to and fro…
Read by Joely Richardson & Monica Dolan
Emily Dickinson A narrow Fellow in the Grass Occasionally rides – You may have met him? Did you not His notice instant is – The Grass divides as with a…
D.H. Lawrence A snake came to my water-trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat, To drink there. In the deep, strange-scented shade of the…
Emily Bronte The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending…
Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man’s ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho!…
John Keats Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend…
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me Fluttering from the autumn tree. I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom…
