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Read by Colin Salmon, Lily James, Freddie Fox + 5 others
I So, we’ll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. II For the…
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the…
Read by Tom Hollander
I The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on…
Read by Joel MacCormack, Patrick Kennedy, Elizabeth McGovern + 2 others
CANTO THE FIRST. Oh, thou, in Hellas deemed of heavenly birth, Muse, formed or fabled at the minstrel’s will! Since shamed full oft by later lyres on earth, Mine dares…
I would I were a careless child, Still dwelling in my Highland cave, Or roaming through the dusky wild, Or bounding o’er the dark blue wave; The cumbrous pomp of…
Fare thee well! and if for ever, Still for ever fare thee well! Even though unforgiving, never ‘Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee…
Read by Robert Hardy
Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle homeward thro’ the twilight, stray or stop As they crop –…
Read by Jeremy Irons
The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And did its worst to vex the lake: I listened with…
Ferrara That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, now: Fra Pandolf’s hands Worked busily a day, and…
Read by Charles Dance
(Called ‘The Faultless Painter’) But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all shall happen as you wish. You…
Read by Rupert Evans & Robert Hardy
I I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; ‘Good speed!’ cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew; ‘Speed!’ echoed the…
An Old Story I It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad: The house-roofs seemed to heave and sway, The church-spires flamed, such…