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All the night in woe Lyca’s parents go Over valleys deep, While the deserts weep. Tired and woe-begone, Hoarse with making moan,…
Father, father, where are you going O do not walk so fast. Speak father, speak to your little boy Or else I…
Read by Patrick Kennedy, Ralph Fiennes & Joanna David
The sense of danger must not disappear: The way is certainly both short and steep, However gradual it looks from here; Look…
Read by Dan Stevens & Max Irons
“I’m sorry I done it, Major.” We bandaged the livid face; And led him out, ere the wan sun rose, To die…
