The Importance of Being Earnest
Sep 16, 2026 · 1 hr 8 min · 13 segments
"Sonnets" by Christina Rossetti is a profound exploration of love, faith, and the complexities of human emotion expressed through the timeless form of sonnets. Rossetti's lyrical mastery captures the…
I would have owned the point you pressed on me was possible, or probable, or true.
remember me when i am gone away gone far away into the silent land when you can no more hold me by the hand nor i half turn to go yet turning stay remember me when no more day by day you tell me of our future that you planned only remember me you understand it will be late to counsel then or pray yet if you should forget me for a while and afterwards remember do not grieve for if the darkness and corruption leave a vestige of the thoughts that once i had better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad
end of poem this recording is in the public domain
from depth to height from height to loftier height the climber sets his foot and sets his face tracks lingering sunbeams to their halting place and counts the last pulsations of the light strenuous through day and unsurprised by night he runs a race with time and wins the race emptied and stripped of all save only grace will love a threefold panoply of might darkness descends for light he toiled to seek he stumbles on the darkened mountain head left breathless in the unbreathable thin air made freeman of the living and the dead he wots not he has topped the topmost peak but the returning sun will find him there
End of poem.
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all through the livelong night i lay awake watering my couch with tears of heaviness none stood beside me in my sore distress then cried i to my heart if thou wilt break but be thou still no moaning will i make nor ask man's help nor kneel that he may bless so i kept silence in my haughtiness till lo the fire was kindled and i spake saying o that i had wings like to a dove then would i flee away and be at rest i would not pray for friends or hope or love but still the weary throbbing of my breast and gazing on the changeless heavens above, witness that such a quietness is best.
she gave up beauty in her tender youth gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways she covered up her eyes lest they should gaze on vanity and chose the bitter truth harsh towards herself towards others full of ruth servant of servants little known to praise long prayers and fasts trenched on her nights and days she schooled herself to sights and sounds uncouth that with the poor and stricken she might make a home until the least of all sufficed her wants her own self learned she to forsake counting all earthly gain but hurt and loss So with calm will she chose and bore the cross, And hated all for love of Jesus Christ.
i laid beside thy gate am lazarus see me or see me not i still am there hungry and thirsty sore and sick and bare dog comforted and crumbs solicitous while thou in all thy ways art sumptuous daintily clothed with dainties for thy fare thus a world's wonder thou art quit of care and be i seen or not seen i am thus one day a worm for thee a worm for me with my worm angel songs and trumpet burst and plenitude an end of all desire but what for thee alas but what for thee fire and an unextinguishable thirst thirst in an unextinguishable fire who have a form of godliness when i am sick and tired it is god's will also god's will alone is sure and best so in my weariness i find my rest and so in poverty i take my fill therefore i see my good in midst of ill therefore in loneliness i build my nest and through hot noon pant toward the shady west and hope in sickening disappointment still so when the times of restitution come the sweet times of refreshing come at last my god shall fill my longings to the brim therefore i wait and look and long for him not wearied though the work is wearisome nor fainting though the time be almost past and a poem
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one certainty vanity of vanities the preacher saith all things are vanity the eye and ear cannot be filled with what they see and hear like early dew or like the sudden breath of wind or like the grass that withereth is man tossed to and fro by hope and fear so little joy hath he so little cheer till all things end in the long dust of death today is still the same as yesterday to-morrow also even as one of them and there is nothing new under the sun until the ancient race of time be run the old thorns shall grow out of the old stem and morning shall be cold and twilight gray
end of poem this recording is in the public domain
this life is full of numbness and of balk of haltingness and baffled shortcoming of promise unfulfilled of everything that is puffed vanity and empty talk its very bud hangs cankered on the stalk its very song-bird trails a broken wing its very spring is not indeed like spring but sighs like autumn round an aimless walk
I would have owned the point you pressed on me was possible, or probable, or true.
remember me when i am gone away gone far away into the silent land when you can no more hold me by the hand nor i half turn to go yet turning stay remember me when no more day by day you tell me of our future that you planned only remember me you understand it will be late to counsel then or pray yet if you should forget me for a while and afterwards remember do not grieve for if the darkness and corruption leave a vestige of the thoughts that once i had better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad
end of poem this recording is in the public domain
from depth to height from height to loftier height the climber sets his foot and sets his face tracks lingering sunbeams to their halting place and counts the last pulsations of the light strenuous through day and unsurprised by night he runs a race with time and wins the race emptied and stripped of all save only grace will love a threefold panoply of might darkness descends for light he toiled to seek he stumbles on the darkened mountain head left breathless in the unbreathable thin air made freeman of the living and the dead he wots not he has topped the topmost peak but the returning sun will find him there
End of poem.
This recording is in the public domain.
all through the livelong night i lay awake watering my couch with tears of heaviness none stood beside me in my sore distress then cried i to my heart if thou wilt break but be thou still no moaning will i make nor ask man's help nor kneel that he may bless so i kept silence in my haughtiness till lo the fire was kindled and i spake saying o that i had wings like to a dove then would i flee away and be at rest i would not pray for friends or hope or love but still the weary throbbing of my breast and gazing on the changeless heavens above, witness that such a quietness is best.
she gave up beauty in her tender youth gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways she covered up her eyes lest they should gaze on vanity and chose the bitter truth harsh towards herself towards others full of ruth servant of servants little known to praise long prayers and fasts trenched on her nights and days she schooled herself to sights and sounds uncouth that with the poor and stricken she might make a home until the least of all sufficed her wants her own self learned she to forsake counting all earthly gain but hurt and loss So with calm will she chose and bore the cross, And hated all for love of Jesus Christ.
i laid beside thy gate am lazarus see me or see me not i still am there hungry and thirsty sore and sick and bare dog comforted and crumbs solicitous while thou in all thy ways art sumptuous daintily clothed with dainties for thy fare thus a world's wonder thou art quit of care and be i seen or not seen i am thus one day a worm for thee a worm for me with my worm angel songs and trumpet burst and plenitude an end of all desire but what for thee alas but what for thee fire and an unextinguishable thirst thirst in an unextinguishable fire who have a form of godliness when i am sick and tired it is god's will also god's will alone is sure and best so in my weariness i find my rest and so in poverty i take my fill therefore i see my good in midst of ill therefore in loneliness i build my nest and through hot noon pant toward the shady west and hope in sickening disappointment still so when the times of restitution come the sweet times of refreshing come at last my god shall fill my longings to the brim therefore i wait and look and long for him not wearied though the work is wearisome nor fainting though the time be almost past and a poem
this recording is in the public domain
one certainty vanity of vanities the preacher saith all things are vanity the eye and ear cannot be filled with what they see and hear like early dew or like the sudden breath of wind or like the grass that withereth is man tossed to and fro by hope and fear so little joy hath he so little cheer till all things end in the long dust of death today is still the same as yesterday to-morrow also even as one of them and there is nothing new under the sun until the ancient race of time be run the old thorns shall grow out of the old stem and morning shall be cold and twilight gray
end of poem this recording is in the public domain
this life is full of numbness and of balk of haltingness and baffled shortcoming of promise unfulfilled of everything that is puffed vanity and empty talk its very bud hangs cankered on the stalk its very song-bird trails a broken wing its very spring is not indeed like spring but sighs like autumn round an aimless walk
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