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‘Nought loves another as itself, Nor venerates another so, Nor is it possible to Thought A greater than itself to know: ‘And,…
I love to rise in a summer morn When the birds sing on every tree; The distant huntsman winds his horn, And…
What are days for? Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over. They are to be…
(Excerpt) But wherefore be harsh on a single case? After how many modes, this Christmas Eve, Does the self-same weary thing take…
Is it thy will that I should wax and wane, Barter my cloth of gold for hodden grey, And at thy pleasure…
Read by Ralph Fiennes
Clocks cannot tell our time of day For what event to pray Because we have no time, because We have no time…
Read by Fiona Shaw & Patrick Kennedy
How can I, that girl standing there, My attention fix On Roman or on Russian Or on Spanish politics, Yet here’s a…
Read by Eileen Atkins, Lily James, Felicity Kendal + 1 other
He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be One against whom there was no official complaint, And all the reports…
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…
Read by Deborah Findlay, Freddie Fox & Harold Pinter
“This was Mr Bleaney’s room. He stayed The whole time he was at the Bodies, till They moved him.” Flowered curtains, thin…
Read by Harold Pinter, Freddie Fox & Samuel West
‘Of course I was drugged, and so heavily I did not regain consciousness until the next morning. I was horrified to discover…
Read by Elizabeth McGovern
Whatever it is, it’s a passion – a benign dementia that should be engulfing America, fed in a way the opposite of…
