It’s funny what you remember.
On an early PC, perhaps one of the first ones that included a CD-rom drive, I had an Encylopedia Brittanica program. Or, something along those lines. It included snippets of multimedia in its entries.
The thing I remember particularly enjoying – perhaps because I was fairly engaged with poetry at that age – and still very clearly ‘hear’ in my mind, was T. S. Eliot reciting the lines: