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Literature Out Loud

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LITERATURE OUT LOUD -- see and hear great literature

Audio versions of poems, short stories, novels, and all of Shakespeare's Sonnets -- over 30,000 downloads

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25/09/2026
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Sonnet One hundred and fifty-four by William Shakespeare

Episode 188

Monday, November 10, 2025 • Duration 01:30

The little love-god, lying once asleep, Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand, Whilst many nymphs that vowed chaste life to keep Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand The fairest votary took up that fire, Which many legions of true hearts had warmed; And so the general of hot desire Was, sleeping, by a virgin hand disarmed. This brand she quenchèd in a cool well by, Which from Love’s fire took heat perpetual, Growing a bath and healthful remedy For men diseased; but I, my mistress’ thrall, Came there for cure, and this by that I prove: Love’s fire heats water; water cools not love.

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Sonnet One hundred and fifty-three by William Shakespeare

Episode 187

Monday, November 10, 2025 • Duration 01:30

Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep. A maid of Dian’s this advantage found, And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep In a cold valley-fountain of that ground, Which borrowed from this holy fire of Love A dateless lively heat, still to endure, And grew a seething bath which yet men prove Against strange maladies a sovereign cure. But at my mistress’ eye Love’s brand new fired, The boy for trial needs would touch my breast; I, sick withal, the help of bath desired And thither hied, a sad distempered guest, But found no cure. The bath for my help lies Where Cupid got new fire—my mistress’ eyes.

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Sonnet One hundred and fifty-two by William Shakespeare

Episode 186

Monday, November 10, 2025 • Duration 01:30

In loving thee thou know’st I am forsworn, But thou art twice forsworn, to me love swearing; In act thy bed-vow broke, and new faith torn In vowing new hate after new love bearing. But why of two oaths’ breach do I accuse thee When I break twenty? I am perjured most, For all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee, And all my honest faith in thee is lost. For I have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindness, Oaths of thy love, thy truth, thy constancy; And to enlighten thee gave eyes to blindness, Or made them swear against the thing they see. For I have sworn thee fair; more perjured eye, To swear against the truth so foul a lie.

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Sonnet One hundred and fifty-one by William Shakespeare

Episode 185

Monday, November 10, 2025 • Duration 01:30

O, from what power hast thou this powerful might With insufficiency my heart to sway? To make me give the lie to my true sight, And swear that brightness doth not grace the day? Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill, That in the very refuse of thy deeds There is such strength and warrantise of skill That in my mind thy worst all best exceeds? Who taught thee how to make me love thee more, The more I hear and see just cause of hate? O, though I love what others do abhor, With others thou shouldst not abhor my state. If thy unworthiness raised love in me, More worthy I to be beloved of thee.

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Sonnet One hundred and fifty by William Shakespeare

Episode 184

Monday, November 10, 2025 • Duration 01:30

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Sonnet One hundred and forty-nine by William Shakespeare

Episode 183

Monday, November 10, 2025 • Duration 01:30

Canst thou, O cruel, say I love thee not When I against myself with thee partake? Do I not think on thee when I forgot Am of myself, all, tyrant, for thy sake? Who hateth thee that I do call my friend? On whom frown’st thou that I do fawn upon? Nay, if thou lour’st on me, do I not spend Revenge upon myself with present moan? What merit do I in myself respect That is so proud thy service to despise, When all my best doth worship thy defect, Commanded by the motion of thine eyes? But, love, hate on, for now I know thy mind; Those that can see thou lov’st, and I am blind.

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Sonnet One hundred and forty-eight by William Shakespeare

Episode 182

Monday, November 10, 2025 • Duration 01:30

O me, what eyes hath love put in my head, Which have no correspondence with true sight! Or if they have, where is my judgment fled, That censures falsely what they see aright? If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote, What means the world to say it is not so? If it be not, then love doth well denote Love’s eye is not so true as all men’s “no.” How can it? O, how can love’s eye be true, That is so vexed with watching and with tears? No marvel then though I mistake my view; The sun itself sees not till heaven clears. O cunning love, with tears thou keep’st me blind, Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find.

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Sonnet One hundred and forty-seven by William Shakespeare

Episode 181

Monday, November 10, 2025 • Duration 01:30

My love is as a fever, longing still For that which longer nurseth the disease, Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, Th’ uncertain sickly appetite to please. My reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve Desire is death, which physic did except. Past cure I am, now reason is past care, And, frantic-mad with evermore unrest, My thoughts and my discourse as madmen’s are, At random from the truth vainly expressed. For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.

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Sonnet One hundred and forty-six by William Shakespeare

Episode 180

Monday, November 10, 2025 • Duration 01:30

Poor soul, the center of my sinful earth, Pressed with these rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge? Is this thy body’s end? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant’s loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store. Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross; Within be fed, without be rich no more. So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men, And Death once dead, there’s no more dying then.

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Sonnet One hundred and forty-five by William Shakespeare

Episode 179

Monday, November 10, 2025 • Duration 01:30

Those lips that Love’s own hand did make Breathed forth the sound that said “I hate” To me that languished for her sake; But when she saw my woeful state, Straight in her heart did mercy come, Chiding that tongue that ever sweet Was used in giving gentle doom, And taught it thus anew to greet: “I hate” she altered with an end That followed it as gentle day Doth follow night, who, like a fiend, From heaven to hell is flown away. “I hate” from hate away she threw, And saved my life, saying “not you.”

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