William Morris

(1834 - 1896 / England)

William Morris
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William Morris was born in Essex and educated at Exeter College, Oxford. He was the founding editor of the Oxford and Cambridge Magazine (1856) in which many of his early poems appear. He was a practising painter (1857-62) and public lecturer on art, architecture and socialism (1877-96). He founded the Kelmscott Press, Hammersmith, in 1890 and was a founding member the same year of the Hammersmith Socialist Society. He helped found the Society for the Protection of Ancient Buildings (1877) which he served as secretary. His designs in things like furniture and fabrics contributed to the Arts and Crafts Movement and changed Victorian taste. He was president of the Birmingham Society of Arts ... more »

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  • ''The reward of labour is life. Is that not enough?''
    William Morris (1834-1896), British artist, writer, printer. Hammond, in News From Nowhere, ch. 15 (1891).
  • ''If you want a golden rule that will fit everything, this is it: Have nothing in your houses that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful.''
    William Morris (1834-1896), British artist, writer, printer. Lecture, 1877. "The Decorative Arts: Their Relation to Modern Life and Progress," publ. A...
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  • Jenny Harvey (12/10/2009 9:16:00 AM)

    Is this peom about incest?
    I'm annalysing it for my A2 English and I don't want to put something which might not be right.
    jenny x

  • Frank Green (11/8/2008 9:18:00 AM)

    Ananda K. Coomaraswamy, the greatest aesthete since Aristotle and Plato, says that Morris is the only modern poet that Plato would heartily approve.

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Best Poem of William Morris

Love Is Enough

LOVE is enough: though the World be a-waning,
And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,
   Though the sky be too dark for dim eyes to discover
The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,
Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder,
   And this day draw a veil over all deeds pass'd over,
Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter;
The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter
   These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.

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