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The modest Rose puts forth a thorn, The humble sheep a threat’ning horn: While the Lily white shall in love delight, Nor…
How sweet is the shepherd’s sweet lot! From the morn to the evening he strays; He shall follow his sheep all the…
Sound the flute! Now it’s mute! Bird’s delight, Day and night, Nightingale, In the dale, Lark in sky,– Merrily, Merrily merrily, to…
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 Robert Hardy
Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle homeward thro’ the…
