William Wordsworth watches a playful kitten, and makes himself a promise.

Poet John Keats speaks of the beauties of Autumn, her colours, her sounds and her rich harvest.

Poet Percy Bysshe Shelley says that the pinnacle of political achievement is the government not of others, but of ourselves.

Poet Percy Shelley calls on November’s sister months to watch by the graveside of the dead Year.

Rudyard Kipling’s poem about St Wilfrid’s chaplain and an unusual Christmas congregation.

A tribute to the postal workers of British India, and to the kind of empire they helped to build.