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I The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a…
When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress…
I I nursed it in my bosom while it lived, I hid it in my heart when it was dead; In joy…
Read by Poppy Miller
Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day’s journey take the whole long day?…
Read by Sophie Cookson & Joanna David
Lady, your room is lousy with flowers. When you kick me out, that’s what I’ll remember, Me, sitting here bored as a…
Read by Sophie Cookson, Joanna David & Joely Richardson
Now this particular girl During a ceremonious april walk With her latest suitor Found herself, of a sudden, intolerably struck By the…
Read by Eileen Walsh & Emilia Fox
I ordered this, clean wood box Square as a chair and almost too heavy to lift. I would say it was the…
Read by Sophie Cookson, Joanna David & Monica Dolan
It is no night to drown in: A full moon, river lapsing Black beneath bland mirror-sheen, The blue water-mists dropping Scrim after…
Read by Sophie Cookson, Joanna David & Pippa Bennett-Warner
Overnight, very Whitely, discreetly, Very quietly Our toes, our noses Take hold on the loam, Acquire the air. Nobody sees us, Stops…
I shall never get you put together entirely, Pieced, glued, and properly jointed. Mule-bray, pig-grunt and bawdy cackles Proceed from your great…
Read by Elizabeth McGovern
is an enchanted thing like the glaze on a katydid-wing subdivided by sun till the nettings are legion. Like Gieseking playing Scarlatti;…
has not altered;— a place as kind as it is green, the greenest place I’ve never seen. Every name is a tune….
