William Morris

(1834 - 1896 / England)

William Morris Poems

1. Prologue of the Earthly Paradise 5/27/2015
2. The Folk-Mote By The River 4/13/2010
3. The King Of Denmark's Sons 4/13/2010
4. To The Muse Of The North 4/13/2010
5. Verses For Pictures 4/13/2010
6. The Hall And The Wood 4/13/2010
7. The Son's Sorrow 4/13/2010
8. Knight Aagen And The Maiden Else 4/13/2010
9. The Two Sides Of The River 4/13/2010
10. The Raven And The King's Daughter 4/13/2010
11. The Lay Of Christine 4/13/2010
12. The Burgher's Battle 4/13/2010
13. Sir Peter Harpdon's End 4/13/2010
14. Spring's Bedfellow 4/13/2010
15. The Lion 4/13/2010
16. The Flowering Orchard 4/13/2010
17. The Woodpecker 4/13/2010
18. The Forest 4/13/2010
19. The God Of The Poor 4/13/2010
20. On The Edge Of The Wilderness 4/13/2010
21. Thunder In The Garden 4/13/2010
22. The End Of May 4/13/2010
23. The Message Of The March Wind 4/13/2010
24. Pray But One Prayer For Us 4/13/2010
25. Song I: Though The World Be A-Waning 1/3/2003
26. The Orchard 4/13/2010
27. The Half Of Life Gone 4/13/2010
28. Of The Three Seekers 4/13/2010
29. The Day Of Days 4/13/2010
30. The Eve Of Crecy 1/3/2003
31. Tapestry Trees 4/13/2010
32. Of The Wooing Of Halbiorn The Strong 4/13/2010
33. Love's Reward 4/13/2010
34. Mother And Son 4/13/2010
35. Song Vii: Dawn Talks To Day 1/3/2003
36. The Day Is Coming 4/13/2010
37. Pain And Time Strive Not 4/13/2010
38. Song Vi: Cherish Life That Abideth 1/3/2003
39. Song Iv: Draw Near And Behold Me 1/3/2003
40. Sir Giles' War-Song 1/3/2003
Best Poem of William Morris

Day

I am Day; I bring again
Life and glory, Love and pain:
Awake, arise! from death to death
Through me the World's tale quickeneth.

Read the full of Day

Atalanta's Race

Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went,
Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day;
But since his horn-tipped bow but seldom bent,
Now at the noontide nought had happed to slay,
Within a vale he called his hounds away,
Hearkening the echoes of his lone voice cling
About the cliffs and through the beech-trees ring.

But when they ended, still awhile he stood,

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