About this podcast
For lovers of language. Every week a new poem read aloud.
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Episodes
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- The Beginnings · 1 minIt was not part of their blood,It came to them very lateWith long arrears to make good,When the English began to hate. They were not easily moved, They were icy-willing to wait…
- Sonnet 29: When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes · 1 minWhen, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,I all alone beweep my outcast state,And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,And look upon myself, and curse my fate,Wishing…
- Sonnet 130: My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun · 1 minMy mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her…
- Sonnet 138: When my love swears that she is made of truth · 1 minWhen my love swears that she is made of truthI do believe her, though I know she lies,That she might think me some untutor’d youth,Unlearned in the world’s false subtleties.Thus…
- Spring · 1 minNothing is so beautiful as Spring –When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrushThrough the echoing timber does so rinse…
- Easter Hymn · 1 minIf in that Syrian garden, ages slain,You sleep, and know not you are dead in vain,Nor even in dreams behold how dark and brightAscends in smoke and fire by day and nightThe hate…
- Sonnet 29: When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes · 1 minWhen, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,I all alone beweep my outcast state,And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,And look upon myself and curse my fate,Wishing me…
- Tommy · 3 minI went into a public 'ouse to get a pint o' beer, The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no red-coats here." The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' giggled fit to die, I outs…
- Funeral Blues · 1 minStop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,Silence the pianos and with muffled drumBring out the coffin, let the mourners come.Let…
- The Man In The Glass · 1 minWhen you get what you want in your struggle for selfAnd the world makes you king for a dayJust go to the mirror and look at yourselfAnd see what that man has to say. For it isn’t…
- Home-Thoughts, From Abroad · 1 minOh, to be in EnglandNow that April's there,And whoever wakes in EnglandSees, some morning, unaware,That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheafRound the elm-tree bole are in…
- Good Timber · 1 minThe tree that never had to fightFor sun and sky and air and light,But stood out in the open plainAnd always got its share of rain,Never became a forest kingBut lived and died a…
- Eldorado · 1 minGaily bedight, A gallant knight,In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song,In search of Eldorado. But he grew old, This knight so bold,And o'er his heart a…
- A Smuggler's Song · 2 minSubtitled"Hal o' the Draft" -- Puck of Pook's Hill. If you wake at midnight, and hear a horse's feet,Don't go drawing back the blind, or looking in the street;Them that ask no…
- The Vanity of Wealth · 2 minNo more thus brooding o'er yon heap, With avarice painful vigils keep: Still unenjoy'd the present store, Still endless sighs are breathed for more. O! quit the shadow, catch the…
- Upon Leaving His Mistress · 1 min‘Tis not that I am weary grownOf being yours, and yours alone,But with what face can I inclineTo damn you to be only mine?You, whom some kinder power did fashionBy merit and by…
- The Rolling English Road · 2 minBefore the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode,The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road.A reeling road, a rolling road, that rambles round the shire,And…
- The Owl and the Pussy-Cat · 2 minThe Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat:They took some honey, and plenty of money Wrapped up in a five-pound note.The Owl looked up to the stars…
- Alone · 1 minFrom childhood’s hour I have not beenAs others were—I have not seenAs others saw—I could not bringMy passions from a common spring—From the same source I have not takenMy…
- Two English Poems · 4 minTo Beatriz Bibiloni Webster de Bullrich I. The useless dawn finds me in a deserted streetcorner; I have outlived the night. Nights are proud waves: darkblue topheavy waves laden…
