Dane Allred

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Audio by Dane Allred of Literature Out Loud

  1. 08/01/2024

    Sonnet One Hundred by William Shakespeare

    Sonnet C by William Shakespeare   Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long To speak of that which gives thee all thy might? Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song, Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light? Return, forgetful Muse, and straight redeem In gentle numbers time so idly spent; Sing to the ear that doth thy lays esteem And gives thy pen both skill and argument. Rise, resty Muse, my love's sweet face survey, If Time have any wrinkle graven there; If any, be a satire to decay, And make Time's spoils despised everywhere. Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life; So thou prevent'st his scythe and crooked knife.   LITERATURE OUT LOUD -- see and hear great literature Audio narrations with synchronized visual text go to literatureoutloud.com or daneallred.com

    2 min

  2. 08/01/2024

    Sonnet Ninety-nine by William Shakespeare

    Sonnet XCIX by William Shakespeare   The forward violet thus did I chide: Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed. The lily I condemned for thy hand, And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair: The roses fearfully on thorns did stand, One blushing shame, another white despair; A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath; But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth A vengeful canker eat him up to death. More flowers I noted, yet I none could see But sweet or color it had stol'n from thee.   LITERATURE OUT LOUD -- see and hear great literature Audio narrations with synchronized visual text go to literatureoutloud.com or daneallred.com

    2 min

  3. 08/01/2024

    Sonnet Ninety-eight by William Shakespeare

    Sonnet XCVIII by William Shakespeare   From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April dress'd in all his trim Hath put a spirit of youth in everything, That heavy Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odor and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew; Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play.   LITERATURE OUT LOUD -- see and hear great literature Audio narrations with synchronized visual text go to literatureoutloud.com or daneallred.com

    2 min

  4. 08/01/2024

    Sonnet Ninety-seven by William Shakespeare

    Sonnet XCVII by William Shakespeare   How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December's bareness everywhere! And yet this time removed was summer's time, The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease: Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And, thou away, the very birds are mute; Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.   LITERATURE OUT LOUD -- see and hear great literature Audio narrations with synchronized visual text go to literatureoutloud.com or daneallred.com

    2 min

  5. 08/01/2024

    Sonnet Ninety-six by William Shakespeare

    Sonnet XCVI by William Shakespeare   Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness; Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport; Both grace and faults are loved of more and less; Thou makest faults graces that to thee resort. As on the finger of a throned queen The basest jewel will be well esteem'd, So are those errors that in thee are seen To truths translated and for true things deem'd. How many lambs might the stem wolf betray, If like a lamb he could his looks translate! How many gazers mightst thou lead away, If thou wouldst use the strength of all thy state! But do not so; I love thee in such sort As, thou being mine, mine is thy good report.     LITERATURE OUT LOUD -- see and hear great literature Audio narrations with synchronized visual text go to literatureoutloud.com or daneallred.com

    2 min

  6. 08/01/2024

    Sonnet Ninety-five by William Shakespeare

    Sonnet XCV by William Shakespeare How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame Which, like a canker in the fragrant rose, Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name! O, in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclose! That tongue that tells the story of thy days, Making lascivious comments on thy sport, Cannot dispraise but in a kind of praise; Naming thy name blesses an ill report. O, what a mansion have those vices got Which for their habitation chose out thee, Where beauty's veil doth cover every blot, And all things turn to fair that eyes can see! Take heed, dear heart, of this large privilege; The hardest knife ill-used doth lose his edge.   LITERATURE OUT LOUD -- see and hear great literature Audio narrations with synchronized visual text go to literatureoutloud.com or daneallred.com

    2 min

  7. 08/01/2024

    Sonnet Ninety-four by William Shakespeare

    Sonnet XCIV by William Shakespeare     They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow, They rightly do inherit heaven's graces And husband nature's riches from expense; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence. The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die, But if that flower with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves his dignity: For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.   LITERATURE OUT LOUD -- see and hear great literature Audio narrations with synchronized visual text go to literatureoutloud.com or daneallred.com

    2 min

  8. 08/01/2024

    Sonnet Ninety-three by William Shakespeare

    Sonnet XCIII by William Shakespeare So shall I live, supposing thou art true, Like a deceived husband; so love's face May still seem love to me, though alter'd new; Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place: For there can live no hatred in thine eye, Therefore in that I cannot know thy change. In many's looks the false heart's history Is writ in moods and frowns and wrinkles strange, But heaven in thy creation did decree That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell; Whate'er thy thoughts or thy heart's workings be, Thy looks should nothing thence but sweetness tell. How like Eve's apple doth thy beauty grow, If thy sweet virtue answer not thy show!   LITERATURE OUT LOUD -- see and hear great literature Audio narrations with synchronized visual text go to literatureoutloud.com or daneallred.com

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Audio by Dane Allred of Literature Out Loud

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  • Creator
    Dane Allred
  • Years Active
    2022 - 2024
  • Episodes
    100
  • Rating
    Clean
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