Tom Hiddleston Reading Literature Compilation

I love thee by Thomas hood I love thee I love thee tis all that I can say it is my vision in the night my dreaming in the day the very echo of my heart the blessing when I pray I love thee I love thee it's all that I can say I love thee I love thee is ever on my tongue in all my proudest Posey that chorus still this song it is the verdict of my eyes amidst the gay and young I love thee I love thee a thousand maids among I love thee I love these I bright hazel glance the mellow loot upon those lips whose tender tones and trance but most dear heart of hearts they proofs that still these words enhance I love thee I love thee whatever be thy chance to the ancient Egyptians death marked the end of one journey and the beginning of another after death all ancient Egyptians believed that they must leave behind the green fertile farmlands of Egypt and the waters of the River Nile to travel to the afterlife they hoped that the afterlife would be a perfect place that resembled the beautiful landscape of the Egypt they had left behind it was called the field of reeds but to reach the afterlife they had to make a dangerous and frightening journey their spirit had to cross the netherworld which was the land of the dead ruled by the god Osiris hail to you or Cyrus turn your face to the west that you may illumine the two lands with fine gold those who were asleep stand up to look at you for - you belong eternity and everlasting the ancient Egyptians believed that it was very important to prepare for this journey how would they ward off hostile spirits and poisonous snakes how would they avoid burning fire and scalding water and why did the monstrous devourer always look so hungry [Music] when wealthy ancient Egyptians died their bodies were mummified the mummy was placed in a tomb with special objects to protect it and to help the Dead face the perils of the nether world [Music] one of the objects was a roll of magic spells and pictures this is now known as the Book of the Dead the mummy stayed in the tomb but it's bara spirit in the shape of a bird could fly away from the tomb to explore the nether world and to try and find a way through in order to do this the spirit of the dead person would have to pass through gates that were guarded by the gods and avoid being caught in their nets they would have to battle with snakes and crocodiles and protect themselves against bloodthirsty monsters the dead person used magic and spells from the Book of the Dead to help them overcome these obstacles [Music] oh you with a spine you would work your mouth against this magic of mine no crocodile which lives by magic shalt take it away and at the end of each day the bar spirit returned to the mummy in the tomb the final and most important stage in the journey of the Dead was the trial in the Hall of judgment the dead person's heart was weighed against the feather of truth if their heart proved too heavy they would be condemned and eaten by the monstrous devourer if their heart balanced on the scales the dead person would be allowed to enter and to remain forever in a perfect world traveling across the skies with the sun-god raah or tending their crops in a perfect landscape that resembled the green fertile banks of their beloved River Nile are you prepared to make the same journey can you discover how to use the spells of The Book of the Dead to help you on your way it's time now to go into the exhibition and meet the god Osiris and the monstrous devourer so we'll go no more a-roving by lord byron so we'll go no more a-roving so late into the night though the heart be still as loving and the moon be still as bright for the sword out where's its sheath and the soul wears out the breast and the heart must paused the breathe and love itself have rest though the night was made for loving and the day returns to soon yet we'll go no more a-roving by the light of the moon funeral blues by w8 jordan stop all the clocks cut off the telephone prevent the from barking with a juicy bone silence that he a nose and with muffled drum bring out the coffin let the mourners come let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead scribbling on the sky the message he is dead but CREP bows round the white necks of the public doves let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves he was my North my South my East and West my working week and my Sunday rest my noon my midnight my talk my song I thought that love would last forever I was wrong the stars are not wanted now put out everyone pack up the moon and dismantle the Sun pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood for nothing now can come to any good from the princess by Alfred Lord Tennyson now sleeps the Crimson petal now the white norway's the cypress in the palace walk nor winks the gold fan in the porphyry fond the Firefly awakens wakened thou with me now a droops the milk white peacock like a ghost and like a ghost she glimmers on to me now lies the earth all denied to the stars and all thy heart lies open unto me now slides the silent meteor on and leaves a shining furrow as thy thoughts in me now folds the lily all her sweetness up and slips into the bosom of the lake so fold thyself my dearest now and slip into my bosom and be lost in me at 1:30 by William Shakespeare my 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 done if hairs be wires black wires grow on her head I have seen roses damn asked red and white but no such roses see I in her cheeks and in some perfumes is there more delight than in the breath that from my mistress reeks I love to hear her speak yet well I know that music hath a far more pleasing sound I grant I never saw a goddess go my mistress when she walks treads on the ground and yet by heaven I think my love as rare as any she belied with false compare from Romeo and Juliet act 5 scene 3 by William Shakespeare my love my wife death that had sought the honey of thy breath hath had no power yet upon thy beauty thou art not conquer'd beauty's ensign yet is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks and deaths pale flag is not advanced ed there Tybalt liest thou there in thy bloody sheet o what more favour can I do to thee than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain to sunder his that was thine enemy forgive me cousin our dear Juliet why art so fair shall I believe that unsubstantial death is amorous and that the lean abhorred monster keeps thee here in dark to be his paramour the fear of that I still will stay with thee and never from this palace of dim night depart again here here will I remain with worms that are thy chambermaids oh here will i set up my everlasting rest and shake the yoke of inauspicious stars from this world-wearied flesh eyes look your last arms take your last embrace and lips o you the doors of breath seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death come bitter conduct come unsavoury guide thou desperate pilot now at once run on the dashing rocks thy seasick weary bark here's to my love the sea is calm tonight the tide is full the moon lies fair upon the Straits on the French coast the light gleams and is gone the cliffs of England stand glimmering and vast out in the tranquil Bay come to the window sweet is the night air only from the long line of spray where the sea meets the moon largest land listen you hear the grating roar of pebbles which the waves draw back and fling at their return up the high strand begin and cease and then again begin with tremulous cadence slow and bring the eternal note of sadness in Sophocles long ago heard it on the Aegean and it brought into his mind the turbid urban flow of human misery we find also in the sound of thought hearing it by this distant northern sea the sea of faith was once - at the fore and round earth sure lay like the folds of a bright girdle fold but now I only hear its melancholy long withdrawing roar retreating to the breath of the night wind down the vast edges drear and naked shingles of the world love let us be true to one another for the world which seems to lie before us like a land of dreams so various so beautiful so new hath really neither joy nor love nor light nor certitude nor peace nor help for pain and we are here as on a Darkling plain swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight where ignorant armies clash by night he's recognized me thought Jonathan waiting for the denunciation he's seen my photograph listen to my description in a minute he'll stop smiling I'm deke Roper a lazy voice announced as the hand closed round Jonathan's and briefly owned it my chaps booked some rooms here rather a lot of him how'd you do Belgravia slur the proletarian accent of the vastly rich they had entered each other's private space how very good to see you mr. Roper Jonathan murmured English voice to English voice welcome back sir and poor you what a perfectly ghastly journey must have had wasn't it rather heroic to venture aloft at all no one else has I can tell you my name is pine I'm the night manager [Music] he's heard of me he thought waiting Freddy honey told him my name what sold Meister up to these days Roper asked his eye is slipping away to the beautiful woman she was at the newsstand helping herself to fashion magazines her bracelets kept falling over her hand but with the other she continually pushed back her hair tucked up with his Ovaltine in the book is he hope it's a book must say sheds how you doing darling adores magazines addict hate the things myself it took Jonathan a moment to realize that Jed's was the woman not Jed a single man but Jed's a single woman in all her varieties her chestnut head turned far enough to let them see her smile it was puckish and good-humoured I'm just fine darling she said bravely as if she were recovering from a knock her Meister is unavoidably tied up tonight I'm afraid sir Sir Jonathan but he does enormous Lee look forward to seeing you in the morning when you arrested you English pine sounded to the core sir why is man the pale gaze wanders away again this time to the reception desk where the camel-hair coat is filling in forms for Fraulein Aberhart you proposing marriage to that young lady Corky Roper calls that'll be the day he asked Jonathan in a lower tone major corkoran my assistant he confides with innuendo nearly there chief Corky drools and lifts a camel her arm he squared his legs and pushed out his rump like somebody about to play a croquet shot and there's a tilt to his haunches that by nature or intent suggests a certain femininity a heap of passports lies at his elbow only got a copy a few names God's sake on a 50 page contract course it's the new security I'm afraid sir Jonathan explains the Swiss police insist there seems to be nothing we can do the beautiful Jets has chosen three magazines but needs more she's perched one slightly scuffed boot pensively on its long heel with the toe pointing in the air Sofie used to do the same mid-twenties Jonathan things always will be bit near long then pine wasn't here last time around was he frisky we'd have noticed a stray young Brit nor we said the Blazer eyeing Jonathan through an imaginary gun slit cauliflower ears Jonathan noticed blond hair going on white hands like axe heads I make it six months mr. Roper all most of the day way way before that Cairo Jonathan replied light as a spark the Queen Nefertiti time passes like time before a detonation but the carved mirrors of the lobby do not shatter at the mention of the Queen Nefertiti hotel the pilasters and chandeliers hold still like he did you Kyra loved it what made you leave the place then if viewers are high on it well you did actually you Prospero's farewell to his magic by William Shakespeare our revels now are ended these are actors as I foretold you were all spirits and are melted into air into thin air and like the baseless fabric of this vision the cloud-capped towers the gorgeous palaces the solemn temples the great globe itself yea all which it inherit shall dissolve and like this insubstantial pageant faded leave not a rack behind we are such stuff as dreams are made on and our little life is rounded with a sleep Hamlet's soliloquy by William Shakespeare to be or not to be that is the question whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them to die to Sleep No More and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to tis a consummation devoutly to be wish'd to die to sleep to sleep perchance to dream aye there's the rub for in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause there's the respect that makes calamity of so long life for who would bear the whips and scorns of time the oppressors wrong the proud man's contumely the pangs of despised love the laws delay the insolence of office and the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes when he himself might his Quietus make with a bare bodkin who would fardels bear to grunt and sweat under a weary life but that the read of something after death the undiscover'd country from whose Bourn no traveler returns puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of thus conscience does make cowards of us all and thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied or with the pale cast of thought and enterprises of great pitch and moment with this regard their currents turn awry and lose the name of action bader in this one B Yeats a sudden blow the great wings beating still above the staggering girl a thighs caressed by the dark webs an 8-quart in his bill he holds her helpless breasts upon his breast how can those terrified vague fingers push the feathered glory from her loosening thighs and how can body laid in that white rush but feel the strange heart beating where it lies a shudder in the loins engenders there the broken war the burning roof and tower and Agamemnon dead being so caught up so mastered by the brute blood of the air did she put on his knowledge with his power before the indifferent beak could let her drop go then you and I when the evening is spread out against the sky like a patient etherized on a table let's go through certain half-deserted streets the muttering retreats of restless nights in one night cheap hotels and sawdust restaurants with oyster shells [Music] had we but world enough and time this coyness lady were no crime we would sit down and think which way to walk and pass our long loves day thou by the Indian Ganges side shouldst rubies find I by the tide of Humber would complain I would love you ten years before the flood and you should if you please refuse till the conversion of the Jews my vegetable love should grow vaster than empires and more slow a hundred years should go to praise thine eyes and on my forehead gaze two hundred to adore each breast but thirty thousand to the rest an age at least to every part and the last age should show your heart for lady you deserve this state nor would I laugh at lower rate but at my back I always hear times winged chariot hurrying near and yonder all were forests lie deserts of vast eternity by beauty shall no more be found more in thy marble vault shall sound my echoing song then worms shall try that long preserved virginity and your quaint honor turned to dust and into ashes all my lust the graves a fine and private place but none I think do there embrace now therefore while they youthful hue sits on my skin like morning dew and while thy willing soul transpires at every pore with instant fires now let us sport us while we may and now like amorous birds of prey rather at once our time devour than languish in his slow chapped power let us roll all our strength and all our sweetness up into one ball and tear our pleasures with rough strife thorough the iron gates of life thus though we cannot make our Sun stand yet we will make him run let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments love is not love which alters when it alteration finds or bends with the remover to remove oh no it is an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken it is the star to every wandering bark whose Worth's unknown although his height be taken love's not times fool though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickles compass come love alters not with his brief hours and weeks but bears it out even to the edge of doom if this be error and upon me proved I never writ nor no man ever loved as I walked out one evening by WH Auden as I walked out one evening walking down Bristol Street the crowds upon the pavement were fields of harvest weed and down by the brimming River I heard a lover sing under an arch of the railway love has no ending I'll love you dear I'll love you til China and Africa meet and the river jumps over the mountain and the salmon sing in the street I'll love you till the ocean is folded and hung up to dry and the seven stars go squawking like geese about the sky the years shall run like rabbits for in my arms I hold the flower of the ages and the first love of the world but all the clocks in the city began to wear and chime oh let not time deceive you you cannot conquer time in the burrows of the nightmare where justice naked is time watches from the shadow and coughs when you would kiss in headaches and in worry vaguely life leaks away and time will have his fancy tomorrow or today in too many a green valley drifts the appalling snow time breaks the threaded dances and the divers brilliant bow Oh plunge your hands in water plunge the man up to the wrist stare stare in the basin and wonder what you've missed the glacier knocks in the cupboard the desert sighs in the bed and the crack in the teacup opens a lane to the land of the Dead where the beggars raffle the banknotes and the giant is enchanting to Jack and the lily-white boy is aurora and jill goes down on her back oh look look in the mirror or look in your distress life remains a blessing although you cannot bless if Stan stand at the window as the tears scald and start you shall love your crooked neighbor with your crooked heart it was late late in the evening the lovers they were gone the clocks had ceased their chiming and the deep river ran on I will be the first man to kiss you to bed you whether you come willingly or not you it'll be mine and mine alone do you understand love after love by derek walcott the time will come when with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door in your own mirror and each will smile at the others welcome and say sit here eat you will love again the stranger who was yourself give wine give bread give back your heart to itself to the stranger who has loved you all your life whom you ignored for another who knows you by heart take down the love letters from the bookshelf the photographs the desperate notes peel your own image from the mirror sit feast on your life [Music] the noise amazed and remember what peace there may be in silence as far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons speak your truth quietly and clean and listen to others even the doll and the ignorant tourists avoid loud and aggressive persons they are vexations to the spirit if you can pay yourself with others you may become vain and better for always there will be great passive persons in themselves enjoy your achievements as well as your plans keep interested in your own career however humble real possessions in the changing fortunes of time exercise caution in your business affairs [Music] I let this non-flying many persons strive for Heidi [Music] be yourself especially do affections by the Basilica for in the face of all aridity as the cross take kindly the counsel of the year's gracefully surrendering the things of youth not your strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune but do not distress yourself with imaginings many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness beyond a wholesome discipline be gentle with yourself you're a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars you have a right to be here and whether or not it is clear to you no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should and therefore be at peace with God but ever he conceived him to be in whatever your Labor's and aspirations in the noisy confusion of life peace with your souls with all its sham drudgery and broken dreams it is still a beautiful world be cheerful strive to be happy happy may I feel said he bi EE Cummings may I feel said he I'll squeal said she just once said he it's fun said she may I touch said he how much said she a lot said he why not said she let's go said he not too far said she what's too far said he where you are said she may I stay said he which way said she like this said he if you kiss said she may I move said he is it love said she if you're willing said he but you're killing said she but it's life said he but your wife said she now said he Wow said she tipped off said he don't stop said she oh no said he go slow said she come said he um said she your divine said he you are mine said she

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Published: Sat Jun 09 2018