By John Donne. Read by Ros from London. No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main.<br If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were. as well as if a manorContinue reading “Meditation 17”
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The Ruined Maid
By Thomas Hardy. Read by Sue from Poole, Dorset “O ‘Melia, my dear, this does everything crown! Who could have supposed I should meet you in Town? And whence such fair garments, such prosperi-ty?” — “O didn’t you know I’d been ruined?” said she. — “You left us in tatters, without shoes or socks, TiredContinue reading “The Ruined Maid”
The General
By Siegfried Sassoon. Read by Robin from Jersey. “Good-morning, good-morning!” the General said When we met him last week on our way to the line. Now the soldiers he smiled at are most of ’em dead, And we’re cursing his staff for incompetent swine. “He’s a cheery old card,” grunted Harry to Jack As theyContinue reading “The General”
Something Told the Wild Geese
By Rachel Field. Read by Cally from Chalfont St Giles, Buckinghamshire Something told the wild geese It was time to go. Though the fields lay golden Something whispered,—‘Snow.’ Leaves were green and stirring, Berries, luster-glossed, But beneath warm feathers Something cautioned,—‘Frost.’ All the sagging orchards Steamed with amber spice, But each wild breast stiffened AtContinue reading “Something Told the Wild Geese”
Lines and Squares
By AA Milne. Read by Pennie from Spalding, Lincolnshire. Whenever I walk in a London street, I’m ever so careful to watch my feet; And I keep in the squares, And the masses of bears, Who wait at the corners all ready to eat The sillies who tread on the lines of the street GoContinue reading “Lines and Squares”
To the White Fiends
By Claude McKay. Read by Patricia from London. Think you I am not fiend and savage too? Think you I could not arm me with a gun And shoot down ten of you for every one Of my black brothers murdered, burnt by you? Be not deceived, for every deed you do I could matchContinue reading “To the White Fiends”
From a Railway Carriage
By Robert Louis Stevenson. Read by Sue from Poole, Dorset. Faster than fairies, faster than witches, Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches; And charging along like troops in a battle, All through the meadows the horses and cattle: All of the sights of the hill and the plain Fly as thick as driving rain; AndContinue reading “From a Railway Carriage”
Wind On The Hill
By AA Milne. Read by Yvette from Yorkshire. No one can tell me, Nobody knows, Where the wind comes from, Where the wind goes. It’s flying from somewhere As fast as it can, I couldn’t keep up with it,<br Not if I ran. But if I stopped holding The string of my kite, It wouldContinue reading “Wind On The Hill”
My Country was a Party
By Lisa Kelly. Read by Jan from Chingford, London. until it was broken up. Many people had been invited. You could say it had an international flavour. Guests brought food from their own countries for everyone to try. It was a smorgasbord. Delicious. The invite said bring your own bottle and some brought more thanContinue reading “My Country was a Party”
Sonnet 9
By William Shakespeare. Read by Jenny from London. Is it for fear to wet a widow’s eye, That thou consum’st thy self in single life? Ah! if thou issueless shalt hap to die, The world will wail thee like a makeless wife; The world will be thy widow and still weep That thou no formContinue reading “Sonnet 9”
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