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Read by John Standing & Kristin Scott Thomas
A single flow’r he sent me, since we met. All tenderly his messenger he chose; Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet…
The modest Rose puts forth a thorn, The humble sheep a threat’ning horn: While the Lily white shall in love delight, Nor…
Ah Sun-flower! weary of time, Who countest the steps of the Sun: Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the travellers journey…
A flower was offer’d to me, Such a flower as May never bore; But I said ‘I’ve a pretty Rose-tree,’ And I…
O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm, That flies in the night In the howling storm: Has found out thy bed…
The sun descending in the west, The evening star does shine; The birds are silent in their nest, And I must seek…
Sound the flute! Now it’s mute! Bird’s delight, Day and night, Nightingale, In the dale, Lark in sky,– Merrily, Merrily merrily, to…
Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of common clay I had climbed the higher…
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?…
