Helen Mirren Reads Poetry To An Emotional Stephen Colbert

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Published on March 9, 2018

The legendary dramatic actress indulges our host with a reading of lines from the poem ‘Ulysses’ by Alfred Lord Tennyson.

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19 comments

  • pio villanueva 7 months ago

    This was just beautiful.

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  • Federica Santos 7 months ago

    Helen Mirren is such a queen!! I want every audiobook narrated by her

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  • Jane A 7 months ago

    ❤️ her voice. 🙏🏻

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  • seventimestable 7 months ago

    Manly tears were shed by Colbert.

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  • Amanda B 7 months ago

    When I’m her age I hope I look half as beautiful as she does!! 😍

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  • Jay 7 months ago

    AUDIO BOOK, AUDIO BOOK, AUDIO BOOK. Take my money!

    I couldn’t read Ulysses. I can’t even listen to an Irish man read it for me. But Helen could get me through it.

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  • DatLEGONerd 7 months ago

    Helen Mirren is a master of manipulating her tone to capture the human condition. Fantastic! She could read the Yellow Pages and make it sound beautiful!

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  • SAMZIRRA 7 months ago

    She is a treasure.

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  • Awab Qureshi 7 months ago

    We did this poem in literature
    It’s beautiful
    I recommend everyone checks this out in more detail

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  • Keri C 7 months ago

    Helen Mirren needed to be my Literature professor

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  • Mati Zulli 7 months ago

    Are you always gonna kiss her??? Share some PLEASE 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 loved this tho hahahah

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  • New Message 7 months ago

    Not only you, Stephen… not only you.

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  • Greta Guerra 7 months ago

    Bello, muy bello.

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  • Måristadt Minxed 7 months ago

    Make every actor that comes in your show read a monologue 😏 I mean…they’re there to promote themselves lol

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  • socrappyicoulddie 7 months ago

    First kiss of 2018, finally!

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  • Taylor Craig Newbold 7 months ago

    Here is the text:

    Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
    Death closes all: but something ere the end,
    Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
    Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
    The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
    The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
    Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
    ‘T is not too late to seek a newer world.
    Push off, and sitting well in order smite
    The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
    To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
    Of all the western stars, until I die.
    It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
    It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
    And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
    Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’
    We are not now that strength which in old days
    Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
    One equal temper of heroic hearts,
    Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
    To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

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  • Seamusin 7 months ago

    Class, grace, intelligence, and dignity personified.

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  • SAMZIRRA 7 months ago

    “To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield”

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  • Avanessa 07 7 months ago

    I didn’t understand what is the poem about

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