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Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of common clay I had climbed the higher…
Read by Alexandra Dowling & Damian Lewis
Those blessèd structures, plot and rhyme – why are they no help to me now I want to make something imagined, not…
I I nursed it in my bosom while it lived, I hid it in my heart when it was dead; In joy…
Read by Roger Moore & Dominic West
God of our fathers, known of old, Lord of our far-flung battle-line, Beneath whose awful Hand we hold Dominion over palm and…
