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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 Eddie Redmayne & Elizabeth McGovern
1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good…
Read by Harold Pinter
Giant whispering and coughing from Vast Sunday-full and organ-frowned-on spaces Precede a sudden scuttle on the drum, ‘The Queen’, and huge resettling….
Read by Elizabeth McGovern
I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all this fiddle. Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for…
Read by Juliet Stevenson & Lindsay Duncan
After great pain, a formal feeling comes – The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs – The stiff Heart questions was it He,…
