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Alan Rickman reads Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks; 
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
   And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
   As any she belied with false compare. 

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Alan Rickman, pictured for a Past Winners photoshoot for the Film Awards brochure in 2007.

In the lead up to the EE British Academy Film Awards on Feb 14, we’ll be sharing a beautiful image from our Film Awards archive every day.

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_{Alan Rickman by David Gamble}