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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…
Read by Rupert Evans, Damian Lewis, Greg Wise + 1 other
On through the hail of slaughter, Where gallant comrades fall, Where blood is poured like water, They drive the trickling ball. The…
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…
