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Goblin Market by Christina Rossetti read by David Shaw Parker produced by Robert Nichol Audioproductions London
0 comentarios Publicado por María Belén en 6:42 pmDavid Shaw-Parker trained at RADA and began his career with the Royal Shakespeare Company in Stratford Upon Avon. He manages to combine a busy career in theatre and television with a wide variety of work as a voice-over artist, ranging from the popular BBC childrens' cartoons such as The Brollys, P.C. Pinkerton and Mister Men to providing narration for documentaries and commercials for both radio and television. As well as having given many radio performances and been a reader for BBC Radio Four's Short Story, in 1992 he was invited to join Brian Henson's Muppets team as the voice of Old Joe The Spider in The Muppets Christmas Carol [1992]. He records regularly for both Cambridge and Oxford University Press; Audio Books & Music [ABM], Macmillan Audio, Orion Audiobooks and Naxos Audio Books.
Buy from Us with a Golden Curl, wood engraving by Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1862).
0 comentarios Publicado por María Belén en 11:29 pmBuy from Us with a Golden Curl is an illustration for Christina Rossetti's poem Goblin Market (composed in April 1859 and published in 1862). When the poem appeared in her first volume of poetry, Goblin Market and Other Poems, it was illustrated by her brother, the Pre-Raphaelite artist Dante Gabriel Rossetti. Here's the illustration and below it there´s an extract from the poem describing the very moment when Laura buys from the goblins with a golden curl.
Scanned image and text by George P. Landow
"Good folk, I have no coin;
To take were to purloin:
I have no copper in my purse,
I have no silver either,
And all my gold is on the furze
That shakes in windy weather
Above the rusty heather."
"Youhave much gold upon your head,"
They answered all together:
"Buy from us with a golden curl."
She clipped a precious golden lock,
She dropped a tear more rare than pearl,
Then sucked their fruit globes fair or red:
Sweeter than honey from the rock.
Stronger than man-rejoicing wine,
Clearer than water flowed that juice;
She never tasted such before,
How should it cloy with length of use?
She sucked and sucked and sucked the more
Fruits which that unknown orchard bore;
She sucked until her lips were sore;
Then flung the emptied rinds away
But gathered up one kernal-stone,
And knew not was it night or day
As she turned home alone...
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