| Sonnet 112: Your love and pity doth the impression fill |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 3 |
| Sonnet 95: How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 2 |
| Sonnet 80: O, how I faint when I of you do write |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 2 |
| Song |
Oliver Wakeman
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Best Loved Romantic Poems |
| Sonnet 118: Like as, to make our appetites more keen, |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 3 |
| Sonnet 142: Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 3 |
| Sonnet 63: Against my love shall be, as I am now, |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 2 |
| Sonnet 51: Thus can my love excuse the slow offence |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 2 |
| Sonnet 136: If thy soul cheque thee that I come so near, |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 3 |
| Sonnet 87: Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 2 |
| Sonnet 67: Ah! wherefore with infection should he live, |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 2 |
| Sonnet 82: I grant thou wert not married to my Muse |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 2 |
| To His Coy Mistress |
Oliver Wakeman
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Great Love Poems |
| Sonnet 99: The forward violet thus did I chide |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 2 |
| Worn Out |
Oliver Wakeman
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Best Loved Romantic Poems |
| Sonnet 144: Two loves I have of comfort and despair |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 3 |
| Go From Me |
Oliver Wakeman
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Best Loved Romantic Poems |
| Sonnet 124: If my dear love were but the child of state, |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 3 |
| Music Interlude ~ Mist On The Moor |
Oliver Wakeman
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Heroic Poems |
| Sonnet 129: The expense of spirit in a waste of shame |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 3 |
| Sonnet 102: My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 3 |
| Sonnet 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 2 |
| Sonnet 151: Love is too young to know what conscience is; |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 3 |
| Sonnet 147: My love is as a fever, longing still |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 3 |
| Sonnet 62: Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 2 |
| Sonnet 60: Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 2 |
| Sonnet 150: O, from what power hast thou this powerful might |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 3 |
| Sonnet 69:Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 2 |
| To Celia |
Oliver Wakeman
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Great Love Poems |
| Sonnet 139: O, call not me to justify the wrong |
Oliver Wakeman
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Shakespeare Sonnets Vol. 3 |
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